Last Breath
By: Ashley Hinz

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We all wish, then wait
maybe wait, then wish…
meanwhile we wonder.
There is nothing we can do,
nothing we can’t do
in this world.
We think.
We know?
Then the crying
and the pleading.
Acceptance…
as we move on
to a better place.​

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After Life

By: Emily Caron



Safe guarded in her heart,
Singing sweetly, songs apart.
Sit here staring across the sky,
Listening to that lullaby.

Tears of red run down her face,
From the wounds, a salty taste.
Sinking deeply in despair.
Pools of blood are everywhere.

Laying there all cold and wet.
All she's got, her sets a set.
Ecstasy is coming fast,
And her end is here at last.

Soul is rising up to Heaven.
Identities, all the seven.
Halos Faces Golden wings,
She says goodbye, walks to the king.



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Lost in Time

By: Taryn Sims



Isolation behind a window
Trapped within a frame
A memory lost and faded
A moment without a name

The clock hands refuse to move
Cast shadows remain in place
A young woman lost in thought
Tension frozen on her face

Sitting in a diner
Unaware of the candid shot
Her body suggests defeat
Her coffee no longer hot

It seems she wanted to leave
Though she’d been there for awhile
Now she’s forever stuck in this photo
If only I had captured her smile



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Today

By: Leigh Dean

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Windows numbered each in a row like a threquel, mini-me,
Trees and muggle growing around us,
The world converging upon my pen, blamestorming,
We are ego-surfing, It is Wednesday



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The Music of Poetry

By: Leigh Dean

Birds tweeting away,
Wide eyed
And full of colour,
As the sun rises,
And Poetry sings a chorus,
To readers
Just like those tweeting birds,
From dusk to dawn

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Satori

By: Patrick C. Rose

The darkness surrounds everything
The trees are alive in the darkness
They have no concerns, waving /blanketed
I am alive with the trees unconcerned/in the darkness



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Winter

By: Amanda C. Jessen



Crisp air in my lungs
Making my body tingle
Sunlight on my face
Warming me from the inside
Glistening snow all around me
Smiling back at the sun



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Revival

By: Amanda Enstad



We watch the ancient embers glow
like city lights from up above
they hold our hopes
surrendered dreams
we thought we gave up long ago

so close
that they warm us
but I hear it burns to hold
     that liquid gold
forbidden treasure

as we huddle closer mesmerized
    palms             outstretched
we realize
that by the time we hold them
  --in our hands--
they will be
  ashes.



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Wind and Flame

By: Paige Smith



like a Whisper
you were gone from my life
a soft      Breeze
flowing
tumbling around as
if on       Clouds
i can feel
your Strength
resonating
   in my Bones
flowing
filling my limbs
         with Fire
as if they were hot
coals,     breathing
in the night
like a     Whisper
   you were gone from my life.
   you kept all that i had.
you never   returned.



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The Fall

By: Paige Smith

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gathering breaths
you smile
i choke.
gathering breaths
you laugh
i cry.
gathering breaths
you stand
i fall.
gathering breaths
you regret
i leave.
gathering breaths
a bottomless pit
falling
   falling.



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The Phoenix

By: Amanda Enstad



His eyes would blaze like flames, the stories told.
     The phoenix sang a haunting melody.
His feathers were a thousand shades of gold,
     And he was known for fearless bravery.
He lives to be five-hundred years, they say;
     But in the end, that day always arrives
When strength begins to wither, colors fade,
     And then the fire within him starts to die.
And when at last he draws his final breath,
    A quiet hush will sweep over the land.
The sacred fire-bird departs with Death;
    His head is laid into the master’s hands.

All things below the heavens softly mourn
Until, from blackened ashes, he’s reborn.



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The Mirror

By: Paige Smith



a smile
on her lips
reminds her of
happier times.
         times of pain
         are forgotten, and
         only hope
      remains.
a light
in her eyes
reminds her of
brighter times.
         times of despair
         are forgotten, and
         only joy
      remains.
a smile, a light
pure love, one
might say.
but in truth,
it is no more
than the unheard
    cries    of the
soul that are
forgotten.

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Baby Steps

By: Abigayle N. Snater



Playful giggly squirming laughing
One foot in front of the other
Stand up, sit down, lie down roll over
One foot in front of the other
Two hands, two feet, push up, crawl forward
One foot in front of the other
Hands up, stand up, turn around, now what
One foot in front of the other



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Grandmother

By: Angelica Graves



Talking about my grandmother,
I often get asked.
The questions they ask,
why do they feel the need to ask?
-Is it weird to see your grandmother married again?
-Do you feel she no longer loves your grandfather?
I ask,
or is it say?,
-Why would I care?
Why deny the woman who loved Him so much,
the woman who loves me,
a chance to love again.
The chance at another marriage,
another husband, half of another life?
Is she like the famous harlots, I mean starlets,
who marry and divorce man after man, again and again?
No.
She married and loved Him until His dying breath,
making hard decisions right and left.
If now,
two years or more after His death, she has fallen once again,
chooses to love a new man, who am I to say,
whether or not it is right?
She will always be His (and always mine)
but now she is also his
and happier for it as well.