niiill&Ink Broken Glass You Were the One Rainy nights became the cloudless skies, Painful screams became silent cries, When you smiled and laughed at me. Something spontaneous you would do. As tears filled big eyes of blue. The day you and I were not Inspiration sparked from pain inside. I could do nothing, but still I tried. Then realized it could not be done. I couldn't return the fire to your heart, If I didn1 take it from the start. And I always said you’d be the one. Oliver W. Wilson, Jr. Under our feet. It flies up through our bodies, Sticks in our ribs. And creates lumps in our throats making it difficult To breathe, To talk. I look at my feet and tremble As the foundations Shake. I'm numb. IVIy mind says to be a teacher. A servant to God and myself. I don't want to... I'm here and you are here- Isn't that what matters? 1 Saw You Dead To my dear friend, on whom I depend I foresee your bitter end That motorcycle fast and chrome races, roars, and brings you home That motorcycle smashed and bent a bloodied body, a young life spent I saw you dead, it's clear and grim a senseless risk, your chances slim I fear my vision will come true to end our friendship, the end of you W.B.B. The Incessant Battle Oh the incessant battle this battle that will not stop no matter what actions, reactions strong spines are made to snap at the slightest incessant loss. Oh the incessant battle this battle with its two sides no matter what pulling, pushing life hearts are made to break at the slightest incessant tug. Oh the incessant battle this battle of hurt in eyes no matter what words, signs, love lives are made to crack at the slightest incessant doubt. Oh the incessant battle this battle of want, and want no matter what, who gives, the end is made to split at the slightest incessant need. Ingrid Scholz Jet streams Weaving dreams- Miles apart Yet one in heart My soul laid bare On paper; Air Delivering me Across the sea While here I find Within my mind You and I Together fly On jet streams Weaving dreams- Upon Awaking An emotional high is one of the worst kind, The landing is horrendous. Nikki said, "Those who live on the edqe must get used to the cuts." Paper cuts hurt the worst. My emotional cuts are thin, shalow stinging things. All they do is tear at that thin membrane that covers my perception of reality. It connects my heart to my head. By-pass rationale, avoid reality This was a fantasy I could live with but like all fantasies eventually the dreamer awakens... JannaBee Cindy Moore "Yes, hon, you did hurt me You're right..." But I don't say this. "...Yes hon, it was inconsiderate. But was I too evasive? I look up and smile. Your head is lowered. Your blue eyes cloudy. I wipe the tear from my eye And reach for you. Tonya Jordan four thoughts at 3:30 a.m. timing so awful to be found at the parting lovers do not meet in the final act guilt moving forward from the past she haunts you with hidden agendas moving between us fear holding my breath afraid to let you out of my head, to react hope not to borrow tomorrow's thought but to believe i n second chances

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