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 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
SG Holter
Yet another tribute to all of you who write. You are the true Rock Stars of the Universe.
~
Fiddling on the Roof, as if
Throwing our common soul out
To downpour over the
Houses and streets of Anatevka, now

Abandoned. Seized by
The Tsar.
History.
Such is the soul that writes.

Tells. Thinks. Whispers of.
Records and absorbs.
Carves from Creation.
Dispenses.

Such is the soul that writes; waits
Another hour in bed in the
Morning, knowing
The Early Worm

Gets the beak first.
The Soul that writes is
The quill of the gods; angel
Feathered, timeless and part of

Everything. Say to yourselves
I will write until the only ink
I have is the black in my eye.
I'll learn to write blind from there.*

You would.

You wrote all that has
Ever been
Written.
 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
Smiles
Sloth
 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
Smiles
I wake up every morning with this feeling of dread
Can't escape this groggy feeling left in my head
So I continue to just lay here in my bed
I don't even get up to eat I just sleep here instead
I lay and decompose as my skin starts to shed
Wasting away all the blood that I have bled
My arms dangling off the side drenched in red
My existence is pointless I might as well be dead
I don't care about anything I'm unmotivated this feeling embed
Sew my eyes and my mouth shut with needle and thread
Tie me down and pump my stomach with meds
Take a gun to my skull and fill me with lead
My sin is sloth you haven't misheard and you havent misread
I'm not okay don't believe those lies you've been fed
My deadly sin.
 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
Nickols
My heart has many rooms,
I occupy but a few.
The rest go unvisited.
Till the light began to flicker on
and I've discovered a new part of me.
Take my hand,
lead me through the mazes of hallways.
Show me the rooms,
I've constructed for you.
Inhabit it.
Feed it with your passion of life.
Till my heart is lit ablaze from it.
Light each room with your warmth.

Make my heart into our home.
© Victoria
I am lost, without a clue,
I am sure, I lost track;
I am way beyond just blue,
I am wandering, in pitch black.

I am unsure of what I seek,
If seeking is what I am doing;
In darkness, so cold my cheeks,
The path forbidden is so much luring.

I turn, I see mist,
Again I turn, it’s all still a blur;
Different story, same gist,
How again did I end up here?

It used to be so clear,
It used to be so much light,
To my happiness nothing could come near,
But now darkness blinds my sight.

I have no one,
No one to hold my hand,
To guide me back to the sun,
Except You, O Lord, my God, my hope, my friend…
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