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 May 2014 svdgrl
Liz Devine
Insomnia
 May 2014 svdgrl
Liz Devine
At night I scream
tossing and turning
I run away from memories of you
the ones that hound me
break my skin open
until I am nothing
but the blood left behind,
soaked up in the bed

In the daylight I slay you,
with my words, with my anger
all of my hatred
fused together
into one steely blade

I fight you,
and fight you
and fight you
until you're gone
I've killed every last breath
word, punch
you've ever thrown my way

But in the night,
you linger
awaiting my departure into sleep
alone into a shadowy abyss
and that's when you'll remerge
that's when I'm no longer safe

You are so weak, in my waking mind
alert, agile, unafraid
but in my state of dreaming you are, alive and well
and in my nightmares is where you wait
 May 2014 svdgrl
CA Guilfoyle
Iris, purple colored with yellow ruffle smiles  
blooming wild at green forest pond  
slender necked, stalks and leaves
sway of graceful woodland swans
 May 2014 svdgrl
Wendell A Brown
I sat with you
And could not
Find the words
That day…

For they escaped
Me because I wanted
Them to be so right

I touched your hand
For the first time
And my heart did
Leap within…

I hugged you close
And you also did
The same

And I realized at
That moment I did
Not have to say a
Thing

For you already
Understood me
Because your eyes
Told me so

That what I wanted
To be, you also
Wanted the same
Thing too.
Beginning romance
 May 2014 svdgrl
Austin Heath
Today I saw a larger bird eat a smaller one.
It's screaming sang through the air like
someone tearing the strings off a harp
with a table saw.
The taller darker bird stabbing away
at the torso with it's dagger-mouth,
I recalled an old gospel song my ex-girlfriend
used to sing; "His Eye is On the Sparrow".
Gospel, meaning "good news".
I could laugh till I'm blue in the face.
 May 2014 svdgrl
Jack
The Cello
 May 2014 svdgrl
Jack
Here above the spider’s bed
Balanced on a tiny thread
Soft the sound his cello plays
In harmony with summer days
~
Melodically he moves his bow
In mystic motioned rhythm’d flow
O’ the cast of crescent moon
Illuminates his wondrous tune
~
A thousand dragonflies appear
His cello sound they long to hear
Now as he plays this mellow song
A cricket choir sings along
~
The audience in grand delight
Embrace the magic on this night
For as all earth has come to know
No sweeter sound than his cello
involved.

erasing of words. the text.

started a time back, my friend,
group of us , writing, illustrating,
coming together, moving apart
in miles.

a daily habit.

how to explain the heart
of this matter,

yet does it matter.?

words explain them selves,
as do pictures.

each one tells a story.

erasure.

he had a man's gift.

sbm.
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