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Independent Strangers
by Daniel Wylie

Come inside my cabin
The raining will soon stop
Have this bowl of hot soup
Would you like to talk?

Tell me of all your journeys,
The dangers in the way
Tell me of the foreign lands,
That I aspire to see someday

You don’t say much stranger
Or are you that tired?
Of traveling from place to place
Independency I admire

So are you fond of your roaming ways?
Never staying in place
A loner from the far-off East
Would you like to stay?

I, myself, am alone as well
Though I do not move
Look! the rain has stopped
What would you like to do?

What are those tears I see?
Strolling down your face
You’ve never been asked,
“Would you like to stay?”

Well how about you stop
Your traveling for now
So we can live together
And keep our hearts aloud

We’ll always be there now,
In each other’s time of need
I think you taught me something stranger
That independent isn’t how it should be



The Red Tree
by Daniel Wylie

I decided to venture today
Past all the mindless fields
Into somewhere I’ve never been before
Into something where the danger is real

So I pack my sac of bread
And spoons of honey for a treat
Where I am going
There are no streets

Field after field after field
Of wheat that grows waist-high
I start to disappointedly head back
Until something caught my eye

Could’ve been overseen
By someone of a weary heart
But today mine was yearning
For adventure to take part

I approach the find with caution
It almost has the shape of a tall man
Not until I’m actually there-
Do I realize that here a tree stands

Small for nature’s standard
With branches as thin as wire
Red leaves decorates the ends
Only for a few seconds did I admire

Utterly distraught
Of all I did not find
Except for a scrawny red tree
I would have broken it if I weren’t so kind

Turning again towards home
I hear a rustle of the leaves
But there is no wind
It cannot be

I turn around to look
And to my surprise
The tree starts to talk to me
I feel no urge of the wandering eye

I tree tells me of its old age
And how its all alone
That every moment of everyday
It’s been here upon its wheat throne

That every moment of tears
Every moment of my own heartache
This tree’s been standing here
Never once having someone’s time to take

The tree tells me that it’s finally done
Of its God-given task
To find one soul of good in the world
But before I get the chance to ask

The red branches start to fade
Into a hollow black
As the trunk bends over
Causing a crooked back

The leaves break away
One by one by one
A tear glistens on my cheek
Revealed by the dawning sun

I yell in the thick quiet for the tree
But I get no response
The red tree has died
I have now become emotionally taunt

Hundreds of years now gone
Years of experiencing the Dark
That is our world today
But never taking a part

Until now-
This forgotten tree will be heard
The prophecy of God-
So now I have learned

I turn away from the tree
So that I may return home
To spread the message of this wise tree
To spread the message of God

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Pressure
by Chantal Shaw

When you told me you were leaving
I broke down into tears
You're taking away all that's good
And leaving me alone with my fears

I was worried about the dangerous job
I didn't know if you could deal
With your stress and heart conditions
I didn't want to beleive it was real

Day after day you worked on the rigs
As I lived my life in fear
Struggling for the money you require
To start up your new career

I remember the day I got the call
I was lying in my bed
They asked me if I knew who you were
Then they told me you were dead

I choked on my breath and started to cry
I could not beleive that it was true
Our whole relationship flashed before my eyes
And all I could think of was you

They told me you were not paying attention
As the pressure in the lines increased
By the time you noticed how high it was
There were seconds before you were deceased

The lines pressure grew so high
The lines exploded and fire began
You fought threw the oil like the soldier I knew
But the intense heat was too much for any man

Now the days that I once spent with you
Being so stupid and unaware
Are spent leaving flowers on your grave
To show that I still care

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The Greeness
by Danny Barbare

Feeling the first rain

is the beginning ofthe greenness

in the trees and grass.

It is the happiness

the unfurling of the new

as if a dream has just taken root.

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From a child's view
by Delainya Hammond
Should I gather my thing's,and wait by the door?
Or is my daddy leaving,alone for the war?
Did I do something wrong?Is he mad at me?
Is this why he had to leave?
Will I see him again?Will he be back?
Did those people mean to make the attack?
Do they know that God love's them,and that he will forgive?
Don't they want to make God happy,
So my daddy can live?
Do a million people have to die,
before they end this selfish life?
Don't they know they can't pretend,
that only God knows the end?
And when he come's won't it be great?
But for some, will it be too late?>

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The halls..
by Jennie
The halls of flesh
Of skin and bone
The rotting corpses lay
The blood and gore
And happiness
Intermingling
The joy of pain
Of loss and rush
Taking over me
The rage I feel
When I do think
Of you and what you’ve done
You’ve left and that
Is what I know
All my memories do keep
Childhood days
Of crying blood
Falling upon my face
And when each tear
Crossed passed my lips
I licked away the pain
Id cover ears
And close my eyes
Whenever you would fight
The screams the shouts
And cries of pain
I never thought would be
The truth so clearly
To me now
I don’t know if I can stay
How can I go
On with this life
If all I think is blood
Blood falling down
Down from the sky
And landing on my clothes
The clothes I wear
The white ones past
Are now blood red with hate
The storm clouds form
And I do know
There’s something deep inside
Fires not yet
had their fill
Of every single death
But I will share
The fire’s greed
By giving it my own
And maybe it will
Die down slightly
Ever slightly when I go

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To be wicked
by June Macfarlane
oh to be wicked
and not say yes
oh to be dominant
without the stress.
do as i please
be the real me
assert my self
be truly free
put my needs high
on the priority list
and have no regrets
for opportunity missed
but i have a conscience
and maybe thats right,
but , oh to be wicked
and sleep at night

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I am so Lonely...
by Anthony

i am so lonely
no seems to care
solitude overwhelms me to
the point of despair

the hate i know
is like tongues of fire
they scorch and burn
until the pain comes
the pain i cannot bare

yet it is like ice
cold
desolate
lonely

and then i bleed
shallow and painful
but not as painful as knowing there is no
one there knowing lonliness

it hurts
it burns
does anybody even notice?
does anyone even care?
am i the only person feeling like this?

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I came down...
by Cassie Lawhon

I came down and talked to you the other day
I kept thinking about all the nights
you begged me to stay
It's been almost three years
I can no longer hide the many tears
Everyone says that you're in a
better place all I have left are memories
and pictures of your face
Why didn't I spend more time with you
Why didn't I do the things you wanted to do
Some things I will never understand
And others you will tell me while
holding my hand
I never even got to say goodbye
When I think about that day I can't
help but cry
You looked so peaceful lying there
I wish you didn't have to, but life's not fair
I can't wait to see you again
All I can do is wonder when
I miss you more than words can explain
It hurt me so much to see you in that much pain
There was no way to help
Nothing I could do would ease what you felt
No one could have been stronger
No one could have held on any longer
There are so many things I wanted to say
If only you would've had just one more day
I know you'll always be listening when I talk
You'll be there to help me through life's
little walk I wish I knew why God took
you away from me
We both know that everything he does
is meant to be I know your love shines
down on me through the suns rays
You know that I will love you always

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Sliding Shadows
by Jeremy Herman

Early Morning
is ushered in with no fanfare
The line that marks the shadows
Silently slides back out again
Till the next time
it is dragged out into the open
Fragments of mist and dew
hanging in the morning trees
Transparent remnants of dreams
that were conjured last night
Night’s monotone spell broken up into
just a few scattered pieces of shadow
that pool in corners

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A Call for Presence
by Ma Carmina S Acuna

Day starts with absence of light
Tempestuous hours
A sudden flash of strength stroke me
Just to be in a state of existence

This gloomy view in me
Persuades me to dishearten everything
One stranger who shared his world
To a secretive woman

He used this ladle to scoop up the ire in me
Freed my dark-colored heart
Captured my soul
And brought me back to life

Who could have resist such a gift
A presence that I long to have
Which fills up
The emptiness in me

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