Dream? Etched in a wallDream? by ~DeathByMuffin
A dream of beautiful hues
Cascades across the thrall
Of delicately woven patterns
My mind flickers in amazement
As images begin to form
Among the chaotic movements
One by one
The figures dance and dance
And slowly form into one another
And I wonder, just how these came to be
For my mind is weary from the begining
Is it a dream?
Fireworks? and into the blue and green valleysFireworks? by ~DeathByMuffin
cascades a sudden red and yellow
followed by a flurry of whites and bellows
flowers in the skies
erupts into courage
or perhaps something more mellow
again and again
these flowers expand into a somber sea
go further and further till they are no longer seen
though they say it stands for freedom
i never care to notice
A Shaving Of His Horns shrapnel fills her heartA Shaving Of His Horns by ~DeathByMuffin
in a flurry of orange and white
all along her chest
are holes emitting a shrill light
with a wail her fist strikes down
embedding deeply into his face;
the stench of sulfur in mind
seeping through the plain
a beautiful clover erupts
Doubt Always a slaveDoubt by ~VeiledVeracity
Told how to act,
And how to behave
By those tracts,
And caves,
And paths
That twist and wind
Making up each half
Of your mind
It plays tricks,
And sticks you
With bouts
Of depression,
And doubts
That defy,
And vilify
Reason
In time,
If your master is kind,
It’ll react
By releasing the confined
Lines
Of poetry
That flows
With a killer rhyme,
And enlightened symmetry
That can expose
Depths of the soul
And while you dwell
In your self-inflicted hell,
Your heart will beat
With a soft pitter patter
Reminding you of things
That used to matter,
But have been hushed,
And stuffed
Way back behind
Sleeping My muse is sleeping, butSleeping by ~CopperBard
Her dreams keep me moving and
Though she's not speaking the
Soul-Rhythm keeps grooving. It
Takes me to places that
Are formed by her choosing, though
I have to keep fighting to
Keep my head from snoozing. I
Don't think I'd worry if
I find myself losing, 'cause
The place where she's sleeping is
Where my heart is cruising
To
Sticky-Note Poetry Sticky-note poemSticky-Note Poetry by ~CopperBard
On a refrigerator door
Provides fleeting wisdom,
Inspiration and more.
It is short and concise
Small on words and divine
'Cause modern poem-readers
Just don't have the time
To pause for a moment
And take
in
your
Rhymes
A War Within a War We're digging mass graves on army basesA War Within a War by ~fogurtzz
Smearing mud over innocent faces
There is a war within a war
A war they won't show on the news
Not that that's new…
There's a war within a war
On International Women's day
March 8th
I learned about the war for gender equality in the military
Rape and sexual assault running rampant among 'battle buddies'
Girls won't go to get water alone,
A scared sweaty hand clutching switch blade
Because you'd never point your gun at a fellow soldier
And army of one
Fucking itself over
Girls won't go alone to get water
In 120 degree desert weather or warmer
They start to die slowly of dehydration in
Sta.sh
, haha! Thanks again! 
