~*~

mark difilippo

Life, death, loving true

I feel the night sweeping through

I am dead to you.

APPALACHIA

Suzy Fech

Tree-covered mountains

Colors of orange, yellow, red.

Peace is all around.

Light is bright at night

don't look into the bright light

or you will be blind

Few actually know,

as most have pulled back.

It is said to be like LSD.

Big Crazy Ballers

They stick cats in their chompers

These are some bad dudes.

GLACIER
by Asim Tiwari

O GOOD GOD'S

 GREAT GLACIER

HOW ARE

 YOU?

YOU MELT

IN SUMMER

AND BECOMES

 RIVER

LET MY

HEART

 BE LIKE

 YOU

IT MAY

 REMAIN COOL

IN ALL SEASONS

IT MAY

 MELT A

LITTLE AS

YOU MELT

IN SUMMER

YET REMAIN

 A LOT

UNMELTED

IT MAY

GAIN STRENGTH

BY GRACE

FROM UP

ABOVE SKY

AS YOU GAIN

STRENGTH

BY SNOWFALL

FROM UP

ABOVE SKY

LET ME COOL

EVEN WHO HEAT

ME AS

YOU DO

BLESS ME

WITH

YOUR

ETERNAL COOL

BE WITH ME

BE MY HEART

~*~

Life is like a day dream

And passing as fast as a clock

Sometimes filled with joy

And some times filled with sorrows

Life is just sun scorching beam

Don’t take it easy  like ice cream

In this small life

Who live and die for others

Shine like moonbeam here and here after

BE SURE

by Brent

I am an animal

Raw Power

Unstoppable

Stay out of my way

Your play is no play compared

To my pure ecstasy

It’s best if you walk away

Or I’ll walk over you

Never stopping to see if you’re ok

Don’t push me

You wont enjoy the razor

I’ll use to abruptly end your false connections

I’m the essence of your life force

Only acting when given the choice

So be sure you want to be burned by

The torch before you complete my sentence

And join the realm of mystics

I am the source of all being

I flow through you

Requiring clarity to strengthen you

I give your, meaning, existence

 ~*~  

~*~

Jessica Irene Moorhouse 

I hate the memories of the past,

 They just happened way to fast.

I hate that there will never be,

 Another you another me.

I hate the day you said goodbye,

 The way it made me start to cry.

I hate it when you're always right,

 I hate it more when we fight.

I hate that you can't be near,

 To comfort me in this fear.

I hate it when I hate you,

 The only thing to get me through.

In all the dangerous bars of Hades was a prostitute with several homosexuals. When the homosexuals said "feel my hard abs or die, I love to have your huge meaty chunks in brine inserted backwards into my ear", she tried her luck and succeeded in toasting her moist swollen nostril on other sides of beef. Then they phoned the dentistry in China, without wearing any spandex. In Kuala Lumpur many stolid commanders wasted drugs on killing Batman with broomsticks ontop of their king-sized hairdoes. This behavior is considered normal in Pluto at parties, however, there is no need to smell of old fish. Usually they smell slightly less strongly and lick their pointy kurfrunkles with inward drawing appendages of cheese and bacon bicycles. "Wait, this is not my bed!" squeeled Howard the green Leprechaun, who has been having sex without wearing protection on his kurfrunkles. Meanwhile, back in Gotham City, Batman had annoyed Boy Wonder by touching his fat dog that loved pork-scratchings!

 and horny Chinamen. Contrary to popular demand Batman's buttocks are quite tender, they like cheese when someone has placed their glass in tartar flavoured nuclear sludge. The man rubbed lettuce and custard into several different organs in a vain attempt to impress food-fetishists swarming around his smelly red toenail. They hungered for some hot carrots, dipped in crappy pink mustard. "I shall forever love serving custard with snakes", burped the Canadian goblin after dinner. Large camp fires account for 9% of all penguins casualties, according to tabloid The Sun. Monkeys are God's two left hands wrapped, cured, and labeled 'Arsefish'. Tomorrow lunchtime should bring showers of cow's udders, which spill semen all lumpy over umbrellas. This phenomenon is known as 'Big ejaculation', and were common during mating season. Circles always rotate counterclockwise, according to tabloid rival sausages intestine. Sperm exploded all around school dinnertime, some children ate it, wit!

h teachers swallowing whole gallons of Herpes. Yesterday, police dog

Luckily Harry had herpes, and that saved me from an evil cousin due for a relieving surgery on his stomach's lower intestine, but Roger (my pet giraffe) decided to eat pure fudge made by Microsoft. Unfortunately I discovered that Bill Clinton had sex with Bill Gates on a duck while sucking each of their asses until they spontaneously combusted without any protection from AIDS. Stranger still was thinking how far this 'story' will go on until they realised how I misplaced his rubber duck and placed it with the spandex. The

FRIENDS

BY TROY

Friend of mine if your intensions are from within your soul

Regardless of facts and my failure to relax i will help you to your goal

I believe in you not seen. The one that's hiding behind the men

Ever searching from within. For a love to begin

Never seeing life as a seed. Planted and cared for, nurtured in deed

Dreams come true for friends of mine. We weed the garden that's had no time

So dear a friend you are to me. Few can help when all can see.

"Runaway"
By Nancy Brownlee

                                                                   You ran away in the night you found yourself walking the streets in fright. There's nowhere to go and you don't know who is a friend or who is a foe. Why you ran away just isn't clear, all you can think about is the fear. So sleep runaway if you can for danger is near. Suddenly there's a scream and another lost youth is dead. With no life or dreams ahead, there was no one there to hold him tight or to protect him from the danger that lurked in the night.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

~*~

                          

~*~   
       

A Prophecy

I can see giants

In form of serpents,

I can feel their might

For they feed on power.

But, I also see men

Hardly working...slaves

Of the gigantic monsters,

Sweat and blood

Bathing their tired skin.

Oh, I also see their children

In illness and famine!

I can see the reptiles' long tails

Slashing the helpless beings, continuously.

Amidst the tragic scene

I can see Mother, crying

Tears, washing her beautiful face.

These all I see

When I opened my eyes-

Together with the little men

We will comfort Her!

Anopheles

By :Amir Ridoy

Gee_pena……: asl plz?

The illusion of Sahara is in my bed room

Workless table and the lazy computer screen,

Cyber cafe, though I am the real SHIVA;

Searching a false geography in a woman

To give relief of touch in the terrible areas!

Civilization is playing chess, I am opponent

My naked legs are sucked by female anopheles!

all gone

Ben Egan

I imagine then world to be full of enemies, just waiting for me to slip, striking with total anonimity, where are you, my only care for the world, i hear the pleas of dying men, i cant help them, you are all dead to me, unfulfilled dreams of happiness, mirrors only lie, not convinced of my own existence, my love is wasted on the undeserving.

Perfect World

Join the lonely,

fight the best.

Cry for the pitied,

put hate to the test.

Houses for hatred.

Walls pierced with cold.

Dark rooms unsaturated.

souls are sold.

Innocence is lost,

like an unwritten law.

Love is a flame ,

that can't be unthawed,

Pride walks the streets.

Jealousy hunts for lust.

Hope is unwelcome,

fair is just.

The blind can hear

the deaf can see.

It's not that perfect

Perfect isn't free.

September
Herry

 

The sky never mention to blow the wind

The dark cloud is arrive on time you were gone

A heavy night is falling to me

Try to bring back the colorful memory

Instead it’s black that appealing

The promises that I broke

The heart of yours that I break

Regret ness is filling my deep blackened heart

And this September is alone   

Always Alone

The darkness creeping in

The darkness I know as alone

All because you decided to change what you thought

So drastically, so quickly

Now all I have are dreams, and moments where I can pretend

That there is hope, and love in your eyes

The darkness creeping in

The darkness I know as alone

You are that light, that ever so small, dim light

The one I strive for, for sanity

The darkness can never cover you

It can only gather on you as well

In this world, everyone has their light

Some are brighter than others

Right now, mine is among the dim

And fading

The darkness creeping in

The darkness I know as alone

Teenage Suicide

Kristi Lenae Ferguson

I thought of dying

gazing into the black, seductive ice water

so glassy and so tranquil

I thought of dying

but in my place

Death's bony embrace

clutched listless children

gnawed by hunger;

prisoners on death row

detritus of their own childhoods;

poor shepherds grazing blunt-toothed animals

on landmined hillsides

I thought of dying

to throw myself away

so much landfill

if it's no use to me

I could give it

I can holler with my lungs

at injustice

join hands in protest

at brutality

I realized that I had long been dead

but i choose instead

to reawake

and be alive for them.

Tryin to get to the bottom

Of a mystery

Lookin out at the problem

Strait in front of me

Jealousy is a season

Tryin to get away

Saving time is the reason

Let me hear you say

Hey

Don't wait for me

There's a shade of asylum

That I can see

That look in the mirror

Is never free

So don't wait for me

Every day is a dollar

Pinned against the wall

Every ring is a caller

Thinks they know it all

Tryin my best not to tell you

How the story ends

Secret's found in the middle

Or where it begins

And the children are callin your name

Just lookin for heaven

And somehow it's always the same

They get what they're given

Oh

Don't wait for me

here's a shade of asylum

That I can see

That look in the mirror

Is never free

So don't wait for me

Eric Yetter

Death Comes

Evil comes to all who wait,

And even those who don't.

Evil comes to all of us,

No matter what we want.

We have no choice except to live,

Unless we wish to die.

But if we die, what is there?

Is life just a group of lies?

I wish to say, that no matter what,

Death will come to you and I.

No matter what you wish to happen,

Death will come and we shall die.

Fortunes Of A Poet!!!!!!!!

A gift called life couldn’t get better,

With poetry flowing, a lot does it matter,

An endless saga of sorrow,

That pervades today and tomorrow,

Has failed to bother a poet,

No torture can slaughter a poet!!!!!!!!

Nature nourishing the heart,

Memories playing their significant part,

Blooming all the while,

With an enviable smile!!!!!!

These are the fortunes of a poet,

These are the tunes of a poet,

That always soothe,

Along the sand dunes of time,

Poetry is forever,

Poetry shan’t perish with time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Grief Observed
Marty Dean Elder

 

So what is this pain thing?Around and around,unceasing!When will the hurt stop increasing?Up and down,around and around my head feasting.Just when it slows,just teasing!Higher and faster,in this web of disaster,I no longer am me,bond not free,Slowly but surly becoming my master!Spinning and swirling,end over end falling faster, knowing full well it went past her,counselor,Dr's pills and pastors,nothing or no one has the answer!This shadow of fear,absolutely nothing appears, on this road I dont steer ,bumps,curves and the fears,blinded by tears,Doesn't anyone hear?or do they stay clear,Afraid what they may see in the mirror!I feel it in my sunken eyes,Seeing again and again the filthy lies.No matter how hard she tries,pain,hurt and madness thrives.The stench from it draws those big black nasty fly's.Just as if something has died!Waiving goodbye,No place to hide.Just to let it all slip by,hear the last whimper, silent cry.To get up!Live!Love! Not to lay down and die.The key mu!

st be, never to quit always try.My grief observed runs deeper than this.My pen,my words,cant express.There is so much that you do miss.To open and see this grief,this abyss.Why do I think the things that I do?Why do I ponder the lie and the truth?Why does not help,heal or even soothe.Why makes me angry,bitter,uncouth.So let it all go,let it all past.Just to hang on,the grief to outlast.The storm shall subside,then put up my mast.The waters will calm,the sun will shine thru.Some peace and tranquility,this I am do!So hang in there self,you shall come thru.Here,grab my hand,you can come to!!!

 

~*~

John Wilburn
         

~*~

andrew

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 LISTEN      

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~*~

a fear has grown inside me,a fear ive never known.

 its the fear of being without you,and deep inside its grown.

  my broke heart is captured, between your world and mine,

 thrown around and beaten , and nearly kept in twine.

 the tune of loves sweet melody,has suddenly turned to grey,

 please tell me that you love me,thats all you need to say.

 is it really over? please tell me its not true,

 all i want is to be in your arms and to grow old with you.

 so stay with me just a little longer,atleast until you know,

 that you no longer feel for me, what i cant seem to show.

 i love you more than life itself,there is no other way to say it,

 i love you with every breath i take,and with life along the way.

 i make a wish on every star,that someday you will come back,

 but until that day,i lay in my room, surrounded in nothing but black.

 now every time i shed a tear,on wishing you were here,

 something haunts me day and night and yes it is the fear...

                                                     mallory

Contradiction

Why am I so happy to be miserable?

Why am I Suffocated by my loneliness?

Why am I so sure that I am confused?

Why?

EXAGGERATED VERSION

CATE FLANAGAN

Rubbed raw

By my own story

Nothing neat

No unsung glory

Shredded, jagged

Broken down

Left to stand here

Without my crown

Close my eyes

Against the glare

Find that terror

Lives right there

The only place

I can't hide

Inside

My own mind

~*~

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MARCELL HARRIS
     

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Allura

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Kratzer Carmen

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By Cristina Jackson
   

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~*~ Cassey Pulmano
     

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Fawn Williams

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Nikhil Kumar

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~*~

If on a winter's night...

Alone by the fire she sits,

Just the clickety-click of the pins as she knits

And the burning fire as it crackles and spits,

Disturb the silence in which she sits

And waits.

The fire dies down, the embers glow,

Her breathing becomes shallow and begins to slow.

Outside it starts to softly snow

As into the arms of death she must go.

But no longer does she wait alone.

Slowly the blood begins its retreat,

Retracting itself from her hands and her feet,

Not long before her heart ceases to beat,

And this fine old lady is just a piece of meat.

Their noses shrivel in anticipation.

The sallow face has been cold for an hour.

She sags in the chair like a withered flower,

No longer behind the walls do they cower

As their starved bellies are ready to devour.

For now the feast has begun.

A scraping sound comes from the door,

A scuttling jostle from under the floor,

Their sweaty tongues hang loose from their jaw.

Hundreds swarm in and yet still there are more.

These are the very scutters of death.

One greedily sucks at a tear

And the others around all draw near

As the toe of the queen, her face in a leer,

Slits the old hag from hip to ear.

Still they come in their silvery hundreds.

The shells of the creatures crackle,

While their laughing fangs hideously cackle.

For it is only the end of the life-long battle

That lets their hunger free from its shackle.

Now it is time to dine.

Imagine them swarming in your hair

As they burrow into your brain to make their lair.

Your flesh is being bitten bare,

Your spilling insides are exposed to the air.

The body is now open.

They suck at the heart with all their might,

Inside the heat of the liver they fight.

On the flaccid lips they cling and bite,

A fresh spring of blood brings a shriek of delight.

The face is now gone.

Through the carcass their pincers scar

As they rattle through the ribs that are ripped ajar.

The bones are covered in blood like tar,

And the clicking of their claws in the night carries far.

The body is now nothing but bones.

Away they trot with guts bloated.

The skeleton of the lady over whom they have gloated

Is, in their pungent excrement, coated.

On the waste of life they have indulged and doted.

And now they wait.

All is quiet, sterile and cold,

But now that the truth of the scutters is told,

You'd better pray that you don't die old,

Else to your house they'll make their trip.

And of your blood will they greedily sip.

Sleep well.

~*~
        Sofia.