Monthly Feature of Works!

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Closing The Book And Lighting It On FirePeople are like books and he,
was one of those compelling novels
that is so intense and so heart-wrenching
you have to put it down for a while.  
You have to take a break from reading it
for your own sanity,
to collect your thoughts,  
Maybe even calm your soul.
But what I've already read of this book,
is renting an immense amount of space
inside my head.  Haunting me-
despite having closed it and placed it
back on the shelf for a while.
I read the darkest chapters of him
As well as the brightest and lightest
And was equally compelled by both.
I never put down the book even
upon reading his deepest darkest secrets.
Until one day one page of the book
Gave me a paper cut, a massive cut
But from the heart is where I bled
and my bleeding heart was pulled in
his words forever implanted in my mind.
And now wherever I may roam-
a page of him will forever exist
Within my own book, the book of me,
Though I am now on a different shelf.
We were once two books on a shelf
Directly ne
by FirecrackerLady


Mother EarthThe arc of her spine
mimicked the gentle slopes of
the distant mountains.
by Medoriko


by Miellat


We Left Nonexistence in a Lonely HazeThere was a time our passions hung like mist beneath the clouds
stooped above unchristened foregrounds and below unchristened skies.
Silently, they settled there like freshly fallen snow,
yet to bare adulteration by the footprints of our time.
And we emerged from these like arrows' spires: stabbing through the haze
stretching toward each tine and bolt the winter storms had sent our way.
And we tumbled from the sky and we snapped against the bow,
bruised with sultry summers and rainclouds of our own.
And time, it left us in a fog as we drowned beneath its swells
and what once held us like arrows' spires now pressed us to the ground.  
Our passions, they diffused into a sea we could not wade
when the snows had turned to ice and the ice begun to fade.
But old passions turned to new and fresher snows did fall, and though
we snapped against the bow it seemed we quite enjoyed the fall;
Though we drowned beneath the fog and were bruised with summer days,
we will emerge like arrows' spires: fo
HoldTheNoise


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by X3beyondthesunx3


I am a Poeti am a poet
 i can not speak
     (not with my mouth)
the ink on that page:
  shouts the passion of my soul &
 cries with vengeance
i am a poet
  my work
strings together my thoughts,
 and knits a golden fleece
to revive my tired bones
i am a poet
the world is not a happy place
  my writing unveils that,
  strips it bare
and leaves it hanging
  off of four lined stanzas
I am a poet
    and I will be heard
by AsterGirl


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by Bombatoria


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by hypermagical

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