“They” by C Ward

In the shadows
of the morning
he and she did look
each upon the other
face to face
love to love
fingers tracing cheeks.

he whispered
aching for her alone
-there was none besides her
she was she

she traced her fingers
along the shadowed creases
of his jaw and chin
whispering
‘my beloved’
as into him

she melted.

eyes to eyes
finger tips to finger tips
each the other
worshiped
each the other
loved.

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“Remember” By Jamela M.

Don’t you remember why I made u smile
Don’t you remember how I made you feel when you felt like no one had your back
Please remember I’m just stating facts
Do you remember my kisses
My hands placed on your face
In my heart for you nothing but love and your grace
Sometimes I wish I didn’t remember

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A Monologue By Stormy Williams

The father-

He is the first man a girl learns to love. He protects and holds his daughter from hurt and pain, but what if he is the source of her pain. The restless night she lays awake wondering if in his befuddled state will he yell at her worse. School days she covers the scars, but what about the words, what about the internal scars. She seeks numbness in older boys longing to escape the pain of the source. School days she hears the whispers and she sees the looks, she gives it all up. If only he had protected her instead of being the source of her pain. Maybe that girl would be alive today.

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“A Wake” By Francisco Douglass

In the wake of today’s wake my heart’s awakened

by the face of a boy holding a smile

although his father will never reciprocate

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“The Shadow Of A Ghost” By Jack Story

A cliché is a cliché

At least that’s what they say

A feeling only makes you feel

Some type of way

The trees sway, and sway

As the wind blows down the way

And the leaves take flight

Following the breeze

Down the breezeway

And the alliteration aligns

With my emotions

This time

It all makes sense for once

But that’s a lie I

Tell myself

As I try to cry

To show myself that I

Understand something else

This thing,

Belongs to no man

Or woman or

Animal or

Plant

No such behavior has been exhibited by

A car or an ant

For I feel this feeling:

A cold touch (how cliché)

As if I’ve been swallowed

By the shadow of a ghost

A love lost

An undead host

A heart beats

Yet no blood flows

As I follow the shadow of a ghost

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Too Little, Too Late by Summer Miller

It starts out fine,
Just tryin to help yourself repair
From everything,
All because it makes you not care.

You start doing it more,
Everybody keeps asking why
And what you say is
“I just like the high

“I love the feeling,
The release of all my fears,
The calm in my mind
When everything disappears.

When time stands still,
And I stop caring about it all.
When my heartbeat slows,
And everything seems so small.

The chills that spin me around
As it runs through my veins.
And the shivers down my back
As it hits me like a hurricane.

I know you don’t understand,
And I know you think it’s strange,
I know it’s hard to watch,
But realize I’m not ready to change.”

As the years go by,
The addiction grows.
You’ve lost who you were,
All because this is what you chose.

You’re getting sad now
So you go pick up some new stuff,
Cuz the old stuff isn’t working,
And when you finally take that puff

Your life starts to play like a movie,
Your palms start sweating,
And your body starts shaking.
All you can do is start regretting.

Regretting all the choices you made,
All the people you hurt,
All the times you never listened,
Because you weren’t concerned.

Remembering all the their faces
As they begged you to quit,
As they heard you say you couldn’t,
And as you watched their hearts split.

Now you’re lying there cold and alone,
A lesson learned too late.
Hoping people remember the good in you,
And praying nobody seals the same fate.

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What if by Summer Miller

What if it all stopped
What if it all just went away
What if it was all just over
What if I never saw another day

Would people miss me
Or would I just be a memory
Would people come visit
Or would it take too much energy?

What if I never saw you again
What if you never saw me
What if I went away forever
What if it was a guarantee

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