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What's the scariest, spookiest thing that has happened to you? #talkstory
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An oldie but a goody :) #scaredya
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~Go Out~

Go out,
Fill the world with pictures
Painted on the silence
Of a line break.

Go out,
Learn the taste of every syllable,
Learn to discern the
Sweet undertone of “pale"

From the bitter aftertaste of “ashen”
Learn how polysyllables like “beloved”
Must be dusted rather than poured

To avoid insipidity;
But how the simple pronoun “She”
Can still scald your tongue
After a thousand invocations.

Go out,
Inhale the aromas of utterace,
And do not recoil from them,
The heady flavors of sweet nothings
Are no more vali

Than the pungent whiffs of rejection
Or the acrid stench of preemptive farewells.

Go out,
Feel the textures of layered meanings,
Notice how the slippery sheen ofmetaphor,
Helps smooth out sandpaper truth

Go out,
Hear the colors of the human heart,
The stark white of any empty bed,
The emerald glare of unjust absence,
Listen to the pallid gray at the bottom
Of every bottle
Until you can notice again,
The sparkling blue of early morning

Go out,
Seek the pain that others shun
And shape it until it's beautiful.
Find the symmetry in a broken heart,
Hear the resonance in every tirade,
Bask in the heat of burning bridges,
And forge tears into glittering pools.

Go out,
Live your life in second person,
“I” cuts too close to marrow now
So use “You” in its place,
The space this shift affords,
Will sharpen your perception,
And let you see every thread
In the tapestry behind the moment....

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Go out,
Try to mend mortal wounds with bad-aids
Spin weak stories of your perceived iocence
Use your words to reveal truth no more
But to mask it instead

Go out,
And learn your lessons a week too late
After you have become no more too them
Than the man on the stage
You will learn that that is not enough

Go out,
And empty yourself
Purge the words,
And burn the pages
Erase every sign
Of what you've been
And when you have done that
Go out
And learn the verse again.

~Logan Boehler
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~Love Revisted~

Stranger of Obscure Land,
For years, a forgotten friend;
You knocked at me again.

With tricks , with taboos
You made me Miss Whackadoo.

I fell into the twisted trap;
But he, detached left a void, a gap.

Burnt, burnt I like Queen Dido’s* flame
for Troy’s Chieftain Aeneas* divine and handsome.

But my tragedy was saved,
Because I met Reason brave;
He freed me, a slave
from Illusory- Love’s lonesome cave.

~Vatsala Radhakeesoon
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...And she was the benevolent goddess, I worshipped/
And I still care for her temple.
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~Tenderness~

Tenderness. Who on this, God’s one most unfathomable Earth, can ever account for the sweet rapture of simple human tenderness?

Though you may have desire in your heart, without tenderness you are but a feeble, unredeemed and hollow vessel.

Though you may enjoy every pleasure imaginable, without tenderness you are
lost and without meaning in this life.

You may possess the world and its every grace, but without tenderness you remain isolated, unwholesome and filled with unrelenting loneliness.

Without tenderness, we are all savages.

~ugwerks
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~Damarlie~
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~Broken~

Now all that was left was a broken plate. As I sat in bed, I recalled what had happened the night before. The look of hurt written all over her face when I yelled back at her for the first time. Why did I feel so bad inside just thinking about it all?

I hurriedly got out of bed to get ready for work. Blast! There was so much work to catch up on at the office. I have had no time to even battle an eyelid over the contract Elena had told me to do. For sure, Mrs. A would be furious with me. What's new? Politics at work. Unrest at home. That's all one needs to get by these days. I drift into a state of nothingness. I was about to leave home when I realized Amelia was fast asleep in the living room, lying in her favourite rocking chair, still draped in her lacy lingerie. Somewhere deep inside, I wanted to go over and hug her but I held back. I glanced around quickly. This very living room had everything I loved. The cuckoo clock Dad inherited, the phone...I loved Amelia too. I do.

"Mei, I will always be here for you," words that ring in my head like it was yesterday. The image of Amelia towering over me then, her sweet gentle smile, a different person. I remember her to be a kind and affectionate sibling. I wonder if it was because Sam had left us for America that did this. Her mood swings often took me by surprise. Did she take the pill? Which one did she miss? It was my fault. I wish I had been more present. After Mother had left us three, it was Amelia who looked after my every need. That I would never forget.

I fumbled around for a pen and a notepad. I scribbled, "I am sorry" and left it on the dining table. The remains of the night of tension lay on the table. I most certainly did tell her I was not returning home for dinner. But why did she have to dig up the things of the past and accuse me of being uncaring towards her? I had lost my cool when she said that I was all grown up and thoughtless. I could not take all that self-pity for another day. Why did she have to call herself a useless school dropout anyway? I hated it when she became unreasonable. I swear I had no intention of breaking the plate. I happened so quickly. All that cross-fire left us both insane. I must have accidentally swung around and my sling bag hit the metal frame on the shelf. When the thing landed and crashed into pieces, we knew it was done. There was no point crying over spilt milk. The regret was mutual. None of us said a word after that.

As I closed the front door to our three-room flat, I asked for forgiveness. I remember Sam saying to us how we were so alike; we were like durians, soft on the inside and hard on the outside. I miss Sam. I know he would have stopped us. I wish he had not left. There was no denying that Amelia had given up her whole life for Sam and I. I know I was not going to let her down. I made my way to work that morning with a heavy heart. I am the only one to pick up the pieces. It was time.

~Lynn

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~Broken~

Now all that was left was a broken plate. As I sat in bed, I recalled what had happened the night before. The look of hurt written all over her face when I yelled back at her for the first time. Why did I feel so bad inside just thinking about it all?

I hurriedly got out of bed to get ready for work. Blast! There was so much work to catch up on at the office. I have had no time to even battle an eyelid over the contract Elena had told me to do. For sure, Mrs. A would be furious with me. What's new? Politics at work. Unrest at home. That's all one needs to get by these days. I drift into a state of nothingness. I was about to leave home when I realized Amelia was fast asleep in the living room, lying in her favourite rocking chair, still draped in her lacy lingerie. Somewhere deep inside, I wanted to go over and hug her but I held back. I glanced around quickly. This very living room had everything I loved. The cuckoo clock Dad inherited, the phone...I loved Amelia too. I do.

"Mei, I will always be here for you," words that ring in my head like it was yesterday. The image of Amelia towering over me then, her sweet gentle smile, a different person. I remember her to be a kind and affectionate sibling. I wonder if it was because Sam had left us for America that did this. Her mood swings often took me by surprise. Did she take the pill? Which one did she miss? It was my fault. I wish I had been more present. After Mother had left us three, it was Amelia who looked after my every need. That I would never forget.

I fumbled around for a pen and a notepad. I scribbled, "I am sorry" and left it on the dining table. The remains of the night of tension lay on the table. I most certainly did tell her I was not returning home for dinner. But why did she have to dig up the things of the past and accuse me of being uncaring towards her? I had lost my cool when she said that I was all grown up and thoughtless. I could not take all that self-pity for another day. Why did she have to call herself a useless school dropout anyway? I hated it when she became unreasonable. I swear I had no intention of breaking the plate. I happened so quickly. All that cross-fire left us both insane. I must have accidentally swung around and my sling bag hit the metal frame on the shelf. When the thing landed and crashed into pieces, we knew it was done. There was no point crying over spilt milk. The regret was mutual. None of us said a word after that.

As I closed the front door to our three-room flat, I asked for forgiveness. I remember Sam saying to us how we were so alike; we were like durians, soft on the inside and hard on the outside. I miss Sam. I know he would have stopped us. I wish he had not left. There was no denying that Amelia had given up her whole life for Sam and I. I know I was not going to let her down. I made my way to work that morning with a heavy heart. I am the only one to pick up the pieces. It was time.

~Lynn

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