UNCOMPLETED PUZZLE

by Marcia Schechinger

I am an illustration groping for a sentence

about us

Senselessly chattering about daily humdrum

Pretending to be alive, existing for a child

now born

and the so called Jones's next door

Wailing in my head while smiling to the world

Where is my perfect match

who defeats life's puzzle

The one that curves and shapes

to my special design to complete me

I am an urban sightseer

too weary of coffee break talk

and neighbor dogs yapping

in every backyard

I turn out the light to your familiar face

as I say, "I love you"

another night in a row

Then dream of mountains and seasides

not completed

If I lose you

         What I'd do is all I can say! A long lasting love that has to slowly fade away! I guess you can say I'll miss you tha' most! Not saying I'm sprung because I'm not:just in love and most people question that! But I know why! Your sweet and tender to tha' kiss, but what I don't understand is why I'm left to go through this! If I lose your love, your will, your trust....your sweetness, your kiss: I'd probably break down: my life's pointless. You might as well say I'm a throw a uncontrollable fit! Everybody thinks your not right for me! I love you, I love you, is all we can say! A long lasting love that has to slowly fade away! You will always be in my body, my mind, my dreams, my heart, my soul: just like a fen! But my love for you is inevitable, my love for you runs contagiously through me! If I lose you there's nothing to do! Since I can't forget you, I'll forgive you, and I'll

                               GET YOU BACK!!!!!

                                                                             

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The ancient and holy ways.

Hear the voice from the Holy.Be careful in your next steps in your life.

Will you bring harmony into your life?You´re told to walk on ancient ways.

In any case you will have your own days.Days of defeating your own, inner

strife in your life.The wisdoms of nature are learning us something.Every-

thing has it´s cycle of life and death.Your own choice in the life is a

matter of life or death.A choice of bread, without too much butter.

It´s a matter of taking somebody out of the gutter.I hope the spiritually

blinded will see the light, and not the night.

I wish you the bless of blessings, and the right light, in sight.

HIDDEN UNIVERSE

Maria Cristina Azcona 

Truly alive, my heart

waits to reach  the night,

While my fairy wings try to command my flight.

Floating over pink clouds

and yellow trees,

My surroundings seem

too  small to me.

 

War seems little

and without reason to fight

Compared to high values

which are totally right.

 

Hatred seems to be

 the mask of vanity

While love appears to be

the route to charity.

 

Human souls float like myself

In a cotton like universe.

 

Come and visit me in this tent

Where the money is inexistent.

 

Only a crystal palace

made of dreams

It waits to be felt and seen.

 

The way to reach this place

hides in your own heart.

Close your eyes and think in anybody else apart.

I Forgot

My heart cries out,

With quiet tears,

Longing for closeness,

To the Holy One.

I know he's there,

Beside me still,

Though within,

I wonder where.

He whispers softly,

In my soul,

Letting me know,

He still waits.

Late at night,

When silence falls,

I remember when,

It was me and him.

Now sweet tears,

Stream down,

I'm sorry,

That I forgot.

POSSESSION

By Suzanne Smith

She stands alone in the rain

Her heart is breaking, full of pain.

He took her soul into his possession,

and left her broken with no concession.

He was so cruel and gave her no peace.

She thought he could have been cordial at least.

She cried and screams rent in the air

Because of the love that wasn't there.

 

Now she stands soaking wet,

And wishes that they'd never met.

But as we all know, wishes don't come true,

when your heart is hurting you.

She may one day be whole again.

Her soul may someday release the pain.

But for now she is torn apart,

With a ripped and breaking heart.  

                                                                 

ONE'S OASIS

Things can go from being so terrible, wanting each day to be your last. But there's always a little something there to keep you going. And as you travel through life there's that one special thing that separates you from the world, that you can't let go of. Being a stone things pass you by, but being a feather you carry yourself with the help of the wind. You'll always catch yourself on something. you have to put effort in order to catch that. Without effort your candle is just going to be blown out. One day it might just burn like the sun. Some people just judge by the appearance, but the ocean doesn't look deep till you look within. But always be cautious about those who are there to leave you stranded. That's when it gets its worst. All worked up for nothing, just to be cut off the life line. Sometimes its hard to get that life line back. You just have to keep you mind open, and look forward, not into the past. Not that the past is always bad, but you might dig up something you don't want. Stay in you straight line and stay afloat and you shouldn't have anything to worry about. Think positive in all you, in your choices you make. Never take in you negative thoughts cause it just brings you back to earth, where people can be so cruel. Then eventually your swarmed and can't get up. Never ask questions where questions aren't needed, cause somethings are just best left unanswered. Cause the answer you seek might not be the one you get. Slowly but surely the decomposing sets in and there is nothing left. No search for questions or answers cause you so ate up it will only make things worst. Look within to find your answers, they might not come right away but eventually they sink in. It's like breaking the surface of water you don't know what's there till you look for yourself. Instead of listening to others to tell you what's there, they just might be wrong. Cause opinions are a terrible thing to follow.

PEACE

Blankets of satin , white heat ,glass sweats on a bed side table. There is no brilliant  sunset or calm before the storm. It waits .quietly watching. I some times can elude it as I have tonight. But I know it is patient. And soon I will gently lay my weary head in its bony hands

She’s a sad case.

I feel sorry for her, yes I do.

Thinking the way she thinks,

Acting like the fool.

Loving a husband, supporting a husband

That doesn’t really care

That if really questioned and challenged,

Would not even be there.

For her.

I have a husband who treats me like a queen

And she is jealous of that fact

I really seriously think she’s jealous,

And that’s why she is so impossible and mean.

She’s jealous that she can not recreate

This so called love and satisfaction.

When it only took a few times of liquor

And wild passionate action.

She’s jealous that I have much more

Than her husband can ever give or take.

She’s just so, so jealous

That to him ­ she tries to be happy,

But she is just a fake.

Yes, she’s a sad case.

Sad, and so true.

That this ugly woman is even ugly in the inside,

And that woman, is you.

Lisa Canfield

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 Plea for a tortured soul

I know you can see me

You look at me from the corner's of your eyes

Waiting until I pass you by.

For I am nothing but a lone wanderer

Wanting to belong.

Harsh words and ridiculing phrases

Stab at me from your hearts.

Why do you hate me so?

Am I too strange, too different?

All I want is to be loved.

To be set free from this darkness.

Please...

Just Care for me

Call me your own.

Save me from the darkness

I have been trapped in.

Care for me.

Still my trembling hands

For I am very afraid.

But I have lost all hope

I shall be lost and alone

Until time finally

Ends.

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Anthony Ducharme

When I May Unarm

         G David Schwartz 
 

My grandfather lies on a hospital cot

Wishing for, praying and saying he’s dead

My sister fights beneath the Cemo machine

Trying to preserve what her life has fled

My father is an accommodate of ash

From dust to dist those beneath suffered and bled

And me, who lives in my head

Feels pulse and monitors life

Soar to the stars and brother

To the moch and shape and knife

Me who lives in the sounds of waves

Crashing on beaches I carve

It might only be when earth

Disappeared that I will starve

It may only me when earth

Crows large ears that I might unarm.    

The Real me

Let my skin peel away from me

To show my soul that lies inside

It’s all covered up in the lies and betrayal

No one has seen it ever before today

I look around the room wondering

Do I even dare try for a day

Just to let out the real me

The one who fights to free

My soul believes in right and wrong

But my mind has it all confused

With all my thoughts and lies

No one really knows what matters

Do you think you know me at all

Am I lying to you all right now

You’ll never really know

Cause I’ll never tell you if I am

Look me in the eyes today

tell how you feel about all this

Could you still be a friend

Or are you gonna walk on by

Does this make things different

Maybe you think we can’t be friends

Who really knows anymore

But sometimes I don’t know if we are

 

When did cloud turn to rain

and sleek ankles thick as sausage

become puddled blobs propping toes

All this plodding over dull streets

desperate to contain what little remains

of youth and cheer

in vigorous affectation I waddle

Another betrayal, my dear, sweet friend

In You i trusted, to help this nightmare end

Who are you, I thought i knew, Lust fills ur eyes, Fed a plate of lies

Friendship is nothing, no not to you

Do you feel the remorse of what you cannot undo

Am i blind just because my eyes are shut

what is the blood without the cut

Am i deaf just because i cover my ears

What are the screams without the fears

Am i mute just because i refuse to speak

Where's the destination if there's nothing to seek

Lonely and tired, nothing more to await

Who are you? you were my mate, who is she

The replacement of me, Anyone but her, no, not a friend, Sympathize no one, don't pretend, His want is nothing, its completely fake, Don't live my life, My Eternal Mistake

Am i blind just because my eyes are shut

What is the blood without the cut

Am i deaf just because i cover my ears

What are the screams without the fears

Am i mute just because i refuse to speak

Where's the destination if there's nothing to seek

Dying under this unfamiliar skin, my body is limp, but your still living within

Catch my breath, just to have you rip it away, Streaming tears call for you, turn around, walk away, Choose my friend, I am now your foe, You've gone too far, Don't stoop that low, A million days will not erase, Your beautiful face, Only a friend can take my place...

Am i blind though my eyes are not shut

Why am i bleeding? where is the cut

Am i deaf, even though i can still hear

Why am i screaming? there's nothing more to fear

Am i mute, because you wont hear me speak

The adventure is done, I have found what i was out to seek

 

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Tiffany Mullinax

If nothing else, you'll have a name, You're my Baby Blue

For you stare down from the sky at a life I could not give to you

When you come to understand what I've stolen away from you

You'll loathe me as I do, my innocent Baby Blue

If you can't feel these tears that fall are for when I'm crying with you

Thinking of a child you'll never be, my child I never knew

It seems the times weren't in your favor, so what else could I do

I saved myself by letting you go, my expendable Baby Blue

If you haven't heard, you're in my prayers and the words I say are true

I wish that you could take my life and have me suffer for you

I want so much to make it right for with every breath I rue

But how could you forgive my carelessness my bleeding Baby Blue. . . .

   I REFUSE

                   Kristina Marie Sickles

I will not

Let life pass me by

Even though it seems to

No matter how I try

I refuse to give up

I refuse to fall down

Even if I drop

I'll get up off the ground

Because I am Zxey

I will not bend

I'll not do as you say

I refuse to let you win

I will not be burned

No matter what you do

Because I have learned

I do not need you

Rebirth

Wendy L. Lane
 

Stale angel kisses upon my check

Grace has departed from the weak

Clouds drift by my decisions last

One ray of sunshine on my future’s cast

That I should know the path to take

Much thought is given for the make

Twist out and in of consequence

Down many roads of reminisce

A motionless shell stands at the break

Which is the path that destiny take

Both are the same to my simple view

Beyond eyes reach stands the color blue

Step with sureness, stride confidence strong

Deep within you know where you belong

Shadows past will linger not

If by GOD'S hand your path is sought

Family and friends relations last

If you don’t stray away from the path

Each step glides easier than the first

Your soul is welcomed into rebirth

dazzle me with Your blushing lies

and blind me with Your delusions

lost amongst Your sunset highs

to draw my own conclusions

while my Santa Fe boy

flys after ghost perfume

her translucent poison

it weakens His defenses and

leaves me choking on my sadness

she who questioned an ocean

blind to Your deceptions

i held out for soft summer rain

You stole away my innocence

how do i ease this pain

give me my memories

and pretend to love me no more

bleed it all out for You

and pick myself up off the floor

Rulana Skye Williams

Sometimes

the water is bare and cold

when,

in fire the swirling rings shimmer red

and dim in the cool night sky

Sometimes

there is soil embedded in the

swirls of alabaster cold fingers

that set to spin green waters

lying on his back

it is easy to imagine the fingers

rough with living

stiff with winter's breath

sometimes

he will whisper

and see God's breath in the

fog

and it is still his own,

wounded

and walking

in the frost and mist

still alive.

Maribel Vega

My Pain

I miss the way we used to talk and how we could say anything;

Now you're gone and you've moved on and now to you i'm nothing.

I got too close and I fell in to what I thought was bliss;

Now all I can do is think of you and sit here and reminisce.

It cuts like knives deep in my skin and I know the pain is real;

My broken body is covered in scars that remind me no to feel.

It's almost impossible to let go of what you and I once had;

It still seems like it's not over how could things have got this bad.

You said forever we'd be together but how could it hurt like this;

I feel like i'm falling to my certain death into this dark abyss.

All you wanted was to see me break into pieces on the floor;

Is this what I get for loving you more than anyone else before?

I never thought you would hurt me or even make me cry;

And now that we are finished all I want to know is why.

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Worrying, anxious in fear

Not all, but most here

Told to do so

By those who say they know

but they don't know

please tell them so

Psychological devastation

on an innocent nation

Cruelty at at worst

against a country's best

Found guilty dear

 paul kay jr

Enough
Jessica rowan

Enough grounding,

enough pain enough pounding in my brain.

Enough sounding like I'm going insane.

Enough sitting out in the rain.

Enough wanting to cut a vain.

Enough making my eyes drain.

Enough killing enough death,

enough trying to catch my breath.

Enough thinking that I'm the best,

enough time to give it a rest.

  "TOMB of CHAINS"

                      BY: Wendell Wayne Thomas 

Bonds of love inside a musty crypt

Forever without a word

Remains of treasures once so full

Now only vague memories of what was

Left to search the empty plateau

Unyielding souls quickly descend

Crumpled, hidden, broken spirits

Sounds of murmurs, music that never ends

Where long ago the castle was

A pile of rubble lay

Where once knights guarded tender hearts of maids

Two bodies, two souls, two lonely tombs lost beneath red clay

Tears they weep upon these stones

For two last echoing cries in vane

Buried deep within these cold cold walls

Forever we are...... "CHAINED"  

Pretty on the outside

Down on the inside

Surrounded by pink flowers

She’s secretly suffering on the inside

Appearing happy and laughing

She’s silently weeping

Looking like a tanned goddess

She’s using spray tanner

Acting brave, strong

She just wants to give up

Giving the impression that like she doesn’t love you

She can’t stop thinking about you

You wouldn’t think she has issues

She tries so hard to seem normal

Don’t be deceived by the wrapping

Written By Maia Nichols

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You croon-confusing croons

and croon-a subtle tool

Your presence in my brain

makes me go down the drain!

In the likeness of Michaelangelo's

you paintings paint, parodying pathos

Daring like Guilbert Yvonne

in innovation.

Who will gripe? Your parents?

The Good Book? Oh, who knows!

One moment as hurricanes, raging

the other as mute as meadows green

So deft at ruse

is this untrue?

Little Bride, what thee ails?

It isn't your coming fate!

Your undemure face

and capricious plans

foreshadow that.

MICHAEL SYLFAD AFOLABI,

When We Get There

The red carpet will be there when we get there,

Specially laid out for us,

And oh the crowds and oh the people,

How they'll make a fuss.

The journalists will be there when we get there,

And the cameras with their clicks and the flash,

We'll be greeted by hundreds or thousands,

And maybe given a sash.

Walk slowly and gently when we get there,

And a pen remind me to find,

There'll be children desperately begging,

For their autograph books to be signed.

There's plenty of time 'till we get there,

Remember to smile my dame,

You'll thank me a lot once we've finished,

The long walk to fame.

MASQUERADE

Crystalynn Harris

My flaking soul divine to freedom's lost

I found that catastrophic toils-they serve no cost.

And in the effervescent waves of pain,

Comes the droning of my hearts proverbial rain.

So in the darkness I sink to nameless faces,

Some so distant and others that protrude

From out of the shadows of the willow tree

Into the sky of my darkest moon.

I feel the danger of my loving sin slice skin,

Through my heart and out the window into the Wichita night.

My dear temptress of the fear I feel inside,

Turns my head in a smoky wave of white.

Enter soul, on the left side of the stage,

And bury me inside the curtains of the show,

Exit freedom, privileges and shame,

And kill me in the fields of Love Unknown.

my name

my clothes

my hair...

 do you know who i am?

i am the unwanted

the "different" one

im stronger than a bear

faster than a cheetah,

more powerful than a pack of wolves

i no longer hide in the shadows

and come out at night

i stand alone

do you know who i am?

i am independent

i am me!!!

AMY'S MASK

Cyndy Little

A sea of endless thoughts flow freely,

through her shattered mind.

A dream of peaceful solitude,

Lay buried deep inside.

A life once filled with vibrant color,

Now plays in black and white.

A pain filled past now hides her,

From the dying light.

Confusion still lingers

Like a thick cloud of black.

She wants to be held,

Surrounded with warmth,

But the past she runs from,

Only catches up in the night.

She finds herself over-compensating,

Trying to hide her unrelenting insecurities.

Only over-analyzing, and over-thinking.

She clings on to everything within reach,

Trying to prove she's here

Trying to prove she's real

The need for attention consumes her

A once sweet girl now becomes almost mechanical.

The same movements with every man,

Searching for approval,

Searching for love,

Not seeing the beauty all around her,

Ignoring the beauty inside.

Not knowing the world sees through her,

And can see what hides inside

Friends she's made

Slowly turn away,

DISGUSTED BY THE MASK SHE WEARS......

Now this is a story

about a little girl

always in a hurry

to take in the whole world.

Growing up

without a father at home

She's a bit fucked

and her hurt's overgrown.

She's cut and she's carved

and she's drunk and she's done

all the fucking things

and she has become

a lost little girl

in a fucked up world.

You left me alone

to bring up myself

you put my whole childhood

up on the shelf.

And ill never forget

and ill never forgive

how you weren't there

and i'm left to live,

locked up, iron clad,

And i'm left to choose.

You aren't my dad,

and I'm done with you.

Bethy Labrecque

Can you see
Sasha

Can you see

 The ocean  

 Waves churning

 Can you see

 The sand

 Blow in the wind

 Can you see

 The dolphins

 Jump in joy

WHY SHE KEPT HER HEAD DOWN?

A Poem By Natasha Nixon

She hated her life.

She hated her past.

Why she kept her head down?

They always asked.

Not speaking because of fear.

Screaming threw tears.

Why she kept her head down?

Because this pain would always be here.

Shutting out everyone.

Not letting nobody near.

Why she kept her head down?

Not even she could see the answer clear.

Guys that use her.

Girls that hate hate the way she acts.

Why she kept her head down?

Not even she knew the facts.

She wouldn't let no one see.

For the pain she kept in her eyes.

Why she kept her head down?

Because she wanted to hide the lies.