TWISTING AND TURNING

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The world twists and turns.

It squeezes us dry like sponges

until we have no strength to fight.

I can’t keep my eyes open any longer

and watch the mad parade of colors.

Hurricanes, poverty, violence, shootings.

Red will soon hide the greens and blues.

Madness will descend and replace the stars.

The moon will hide its face from the night.

The sun will no longer send its rays of warmth. 

Mankind will be alone to fend off the darkness.

Twisting, turning, squeezing

until nothing remains of mankind.

THIS WALL

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THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

THE PAST

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THE PAST

I think back to times gone by,

when I could still soar and fly.

I took life by its horns.

I knew not of the thorns.

Love hit quickly in a heartbeat.

I jumped in too fast with both feet.

Our love burned bright and hot,

But soon he loved me not.

Hurt, I married another.

Why do I even bother?

Such feelings serve no  purpose

than allow past thoughts resurface.

Does he think of me sometimes?

I still do, at these sad times.

I AM ME

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Oleg Dou Art.

I am me.

I am flesh and blood.

I have knowledge.

I have talent.

I have desires.

I am me.

LOST AND ALONE IN MY HEAD

Lost and alone in my head,
Can't fall asleep in my bed.
Waves crashing in my mind,
Death is all I can find.

Take a walk on the beach I'm told
To clear the cobwebs from their hold.
But here I'm alone with the surf,
Lost and alone on my own turf.

The boat's fog horn echoes my grief,
A loss profound beyond belief.
The soulful sound takes me away
To times more happy I can say.

To times when you held me
And told me you loved me.
Those times are gone for good,
Forget I know I should.

At night when I close my eyes to sleep,
All I can see is our love so deep.
As hard as I might try,
I can't let go and fly.

So here I walk on the beach,
Knowing you're out of my reach.
But still I yearn and burn
For a love I can't earn.

THE FALLEN

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Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

The tree has been hurt.
Scarred by the storm.
Its leaves have fallen.
Fallen soldiers of war.
Without a proper burial.
Who will mourn them?
The fallen of nature.
The tree will mourn
their loss.
Until new leaves sprout
to take their place.
And the cycle continues.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 176

Linda was horrified that her friends were tied together on top of a bonfire. She couldn't believe that Todd was unable to save them from the wrath of Shirley.

     “Everyone has forgotten about me again.” Hayden appeared before them. He turned to Shirley. “You’re becoming very tiresome, always getting in the way of the true course of events.”

     “Do you really believe that you will be able to save these humans when I have all my vampires to back me up?” Shirley lifted her arms. A large group of vampires dressed in black hooded robes appeared behind her.

     Once they pulled back their hoods, Linda was stunned to see that they were tired, middle-aged men. However, upon closer inspection, she noticed that their fangs were extended and their eyes were burning red hot.

     “What a fine group of vampires: consisting of the old and infirm,” Hayden said as he waved his hand to make the whole group of geriatric vampires go up in flames.“Now you have no followers.”

     Waving his hand once more, Shirley, Hank, Minnie, and Frank were lifted up and thrown against the wall. They hung suspended while Hayden informed them of their fate. “I’m sending the four of you down to burn in hell so that you can forever lament over the choices you’ve made that have sealed your fate for all eternity.” With that said Hayden turned his hand slightly and vanquished them forever from this world.

     The bonfire sizzled and died out. Todd and Sam, whose shackles clicked open, helped Shana down from the tall mound of burnt wood. Linda was thankful that they only looked black from the smoke of the bonfire, but not hurt. She threw herself into Todd’s arms despite his disheveled and burnt appearance, holding him tight. Brushing feather-like kisses across her face, he crushed her against his body.

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THE BRIAR ROSE

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Tristan Elwell ~ “Briar Rose”

Evil can live among beauty.
Thorns can prick you and draw blood,
while its roses smell sweet and look beautiful.
Isn’t this true about all of nature?
You must take the good with the bad.

OUR TRUE FACE

OUR TRUE FACE

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Mikey by JohnBranhamArt

Is this you?
At times I feel this way.
I feel like murdering someone.
Cutting their heart out
of their mean and vengeful body.
But we can’t.
We’re humans with
compassion and forgiveness
in our hearts.
But it does feel good to think
like this when we’re hurt and angry.
So think your crazy thoughts and
then put on your happy face.
No one will ever know.

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OUR TRUE FACE
What face do you show to the world?
Is it a happy face with smiles and laughs?
Or a sad face with frowns and whimpers?
Whatever face we might show,
there’s another face hidden behind it.
Our true face that very few see.
The face that accurately reflects our dreams,
desires, fears, and thoughts.
Complex thoughts that are never revealed to others.
As I watch people, I try to envision their true face.
At times, I can see it in their eyes;
for eyes more accurately reflect our inner thoughts.
So put on your fake face but you can only try to
disguise yourself with your eyes.
For the eyes tell all.

LIKE THORNS ON A BLACK ROSE

LIKE THORNS ON A ROSE

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Like thorns on a rose, the town of Oasis appears peaceful during the day. But at night, The Dead roam the streets of town. Follow them to their wild parties. But be careful that you don’t become one of the lifeless bodies found on the beach in the morning.

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WHAT LIES BENEATH THE SURFACE

When you meet someone new or talk to someone you already know, do you really know what her or she is thinking? What he thinks about you? Is his smile sincere or fake? Is his laugh a little too high-pitched to be real? Is the person holding himself too stiff to be comfortable speaking with you?

We never know what another person is thinking or feeling. It would be nicer and easier if everyone acted the way they felt. Not to the point of rudeness but to the point of not being misleading. Then we would be able to find someone who is actually interested in what we have to say. That would be much better than wasting time with someone only to find out he was dishonest the whole time.

This is never going to happen but it doesn't hurt to dream.