1,2,3 Voting

Please read each poem and send me the TWO choices you want to win. (1st and 2nd place)

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Winner announced Friday night, so good luck all!!

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#1
Walking Through the Shadows

You once told me that nature senses,
I have always wondered what you mean by that,
Do the trees sense the lumberjacks coming in the morning,
Do the rocks know when the storms gonna hit,
I don't really care so long as I have you in my arms,
Even though your skin is the perfect shade of porcelain,
And pain has been etched into long lines down my body,
I know that you still love me for who I am not what I am,
Even if the color of my skin is faded pink on those lines.

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#2
In the Arms of a Killer

I took for granted the arms
of my best friend; arms
that encompassed me everyday
to protect me, when my soul
could no longer support itself.
I took for granted the eyes of
my savior; eyes that were as
blue as the deepest ocean, one
could drown in them and feel
no pain. I took for granted
the brightest soul that always
stood next to me; I can no longer
find my way in this vast oblivion.

As I look into the night sky,
I wonder, why was I not aware
of the feelings that were slowly
suffocating you? Why was I not
aware of your heart decaying
every moment you looked at me
and told me you loved me?
Why did I not see your beautiful
soul being tortured and strangled
when I looked into your eyes?
Why did you not tell me,
when you knew I would have
done anything to save you?

I would give anything, to turn
back the hands of time, just
to hear your voice again.

Your soul was unique; you
sacrificed yourself in tiny
segments to give others
what they could not afford to
lose. Yet in the end, you could
not stop yourself from falling
victim to the word's most silent
killer. I blame myself.

I was in so much pain, I was
unable to see you were suffering
from the same demons I faced. If
I had the chance to do my life
all over again, I would never
let you enter the arms of that
silent killer.

I would never, ever leave you,
unprotected.

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#3
My Heart Won't Fade

You leave me breathless
at ten thousand feet
but the oxygen mask
won't drop for asking.

We soar the skies united
in love's common need:
you won't let me down
and I'll always lift you up.

Don't need emergency gear
just let your flaps down;
our wheels touch ground -
we're landing with grace.

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#4
Unless

(we are only human)

these revelations may not
be the captain of our ship;
we may have to sink
in order to rise.

you're trying too hard
to be perfect for me.
let the lightning of
your fears shatter you,
just for a moment
while i learn how to
hold you in the notion
that dark may rest
furtively
somewhere deep within
our souls.

please, won't you

(turn off the light)

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#5
Stolen

waiting for you

is praying so hard that
my eyes burn, palms
bruise, eyes twitch
from searching for you
in the sun before it
sets without me.

waiting for you
is
letting you go.

my theoretical hopes
once
twice
seized...

lying to myself.

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#6
Chances Missed

-A Soldier's home-

It solidary like the life he signed up for,
to serve and defend for his country-
Sometimes he misses her, but it's for the best
that he gave her up.
She didn't need a man that would be halfway
across a country,
what she needed was a loving man that would
hold her in the middle of the night and soothe her
when ghosts of her past woke her up.
Or when she wanted to cry into his shoulder and
feel protected by his loving embrace.

- Staying Sober-

Days like these, it was hard staying sober,
she'd look into the picture of them together
and the tears would itch to come out.
They looked so happy together, then he had joined
the military, and while he loved her so he couldn't
"break her heart" if he went and never came back.
Holding the picture to her chest, she would drink
scotch to make it burn and take her mind of them.

She had a child now,
He'd never know, how much his child missed
out on.
So, for her it was rare for her to drink but her son was
at a friend's house for the night.

Toasting to him, and to the memories of the past
she drank yet another sip of her drink.
Bitterly she threw the bottle against the wall
cried till she couldn't anymore for that was done.

Her child needed her stronger than this
for chances missed, he'd have had a father,
but she'd be damned if she'd scar her son,
so she had to stay sober.

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#7
To Crave Tea Time

There's mascara running down the folds of my faded pillow
and it's not that anything is even that wrong. Please,
don't think that I'm one of those attention seeker types,
because that's not it at all - I swear. Or is this one of those
moments where "thou doth protest too much" makes perfect sense?

I remember nibbling on your shoulder, starving for your attention
and now I wonder if you've ever needed anything from me
with enough fervor and ferocity to actually beg for it (me). I wonder
if the single drops that quenched my parched lips so effortlessly
when you weren't around have ever been enough for you.

And I know it's sad to say this since I fought you every time you tried
but I miss the potential of having a light something to eat or drink
while indulging in a conversation more hearty than I could ever be.
The fact that there are no guests knocking on the door at three
in the afternoon or even at three o five breaks my heart.

So here I am, alone, waiting for the violet kettle to whistle
with a tray full of cobalt speckled blueberry scones and airy white,
sweet cream to balance out the tart of fruit picked too early -
or maybe it's only there to subdue the pain of opinions varied from your own.
Either way, it is enticing and I wish it could do its job more properly.

Slowly, I'll stir the milk and two sugars into the dark mixture
watching the shapes play leap frog in awkward motion,
humming along with the delicate, lacey clink of the metal spoon
chiming against the porcelain cup. It's just not the same
now that I know that not everyone has to make do with

breadcrumbs.

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#8
Hope will provide

The courage to admit was a godsend
that would become for many the step first
to freedom from drugs on which we depend
to quench seemingly never ending thirsts
for spirits that'll never cure our ills.
Meditation and meds replaces dope.
Prescriptions are much better than street pills.
We find we can believe in love and hope.
With theological virtues by our side
we get wiser to what to accept or reject.
Faith and love conquers and new hope will provide.
Staying sober as we learn nobody's perfect.

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