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if I was going to be destroyed

I would borrow

anywhere in the world

there is something broken

I will take you there

anyone have a candle

I will light it for a laugh

and we can peel each other apart

in the cleansing

like there is still more to say

have your way with me

there is not much left to give

I have watched the tap run dry

lying here on bathroom tile

come clean, tell me

who is the punch line of the universe’s joke

should I return to this ruin

waste my loveless lifeline

teach me how to forget me

repeat what you’ve been looking for

run it through my frozen fingers

until I believe it’s me

Emptiness, a clean start

Space in your head,

If you let life go on

Then there's place for Magic.

Then the world will open itself,

And everything is possible.

—Stalled Train Wanders Off

'Tis a drag—that car

nobody operates it

—moving on waters

Across an empty hall

By jfarrell

My footsteps echo around me,

Ricocheting off the walls

To assault me

Like the voices of the long dead assembled.

The people, memories, who crossed this hall

Long before me;

Leaving fragments of themselves

To dwell here forever.

As the moonlight shafts in through the window,

The dust eddys and grows

To take on the very likenesses

Of those who went before me.

Black and grey shadows beckon and caution me;

I can almost hear them whisper

“This way, come.” “No, that way’s danger.”

Dread hangs in the air, enveloping me.

Startled by a tap-tap-tapping

I see a raven a rap-rap-rapping

In the middle of this empty hall

Dedicated to Lenore.

All this time, I've been told..."Absence makes the Heart grow fonder,"

Only to find out, you're just left dazed and empty inside. You remain

Standing alone, smoldering in ashes, then drowning in a pool of sorrow,

Made from a river of your own tears to extinguish the flame.

Now you're stuck up a creek without a paddle as you plummet

Over the falls into the dark obyss, churned up in endless swells of

Self pity and loneliness.  Drenched and half drowned from swallowing

Your pride, you pull yourself up on the rocky shore, pausing for a

Moment to catch a breath and reflect back, realizing, you survived.

Now, the long walk home, weighing your options, sequencing events,

Taking in all that's happened, you are anxious, and anticipate making

better plans... for your next, wild adventure.

I think you're all nuts, all stem from the same tree..

Take a look, they say "The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree."

You all just sit there everyday, dreaming someone wants you...

Waiting to be used, wanting to be picked by someone special,

Not caring who, as long as they can separate you from of your shell.

They'll take what they want, all that's good, then discard the rest.

I look down at you, picked over, crushed, used up...I see

Your shell... fractured, broken, empty... nothing left inside to grow.

I weigh my options and pass you by...    "I hear pecans are in!"

                                 Besides....."I think they're all just nuts!"

       by Barry Anderson

When your soul begins to shutter

and the tears run down your face,

When your heart takes on a different form

To escape your fall from grace,

The emptiness you feed upon

The hate which makes you thrive,

Seclusion soon will bury you...

                              and swallow you alive'

Who are you?

what am I?

this is life--

we're passers by.

radiance falls

& fragrance lingers

this subtle numbness

tingles through the tip of my fingers

could love fill the empty room?

this desolate space,

it consumes 

the human race,

like a black hole 

a vacuum to the light in your soul..

hazey eyes

gloomy skies

sunshine cries--

the funeral's today..

the windows shine

stained glass

colored in disarray

I prayed to God, may you stay..

"Pain don't hurt!"...

    "Screams of the walking dead, poisoned by pain killers"