GUEST POST // Who’s in Charge? by Field of thorns

When day turns into night, and night turns into day,
this magic moment lasts but seconds in the 24 hours of each day.
During these seconds, is the changing of the guard,
when day walkers, are replaced with night watchers, who’s in charge?

By night the evil day walkers are at play, raising havoc in the dark,
eluding the night watchers seeming vigilant trademark.
While by day, the well-loved night watchers are fast asleep,
the day walkers pretend to be so meek, who’s in charge?

It’s an odd and fascinating clock,
that measures the true beats of our hearts.
Which are you, and I know you know,
a day walker or night watcher, who’s in charge?

by FIELD OF THORNS
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Portrait Of Me by Tokoni O. Uti

I’m painting a picture of my mystique.
Of my crooked lines and strange physique.
I’m fulfilling my part of the self-love pledges.
And refusing to brush away my rough edges.
I’m showing the rewards of my foolish lies.
And proudly displaying the circles beneath my eyes.
My skin bears gifts from the morning sun.
And scars from childhood fun.
I’m painting a picture of nature’s grand.
I’m painting a portrait of me.

by TOKONI O. UTI
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // BRAIN AT WAR! by PROSPERMIND

There is a war going on,
Two foes battling each other,
Trying to bring the other down,
Playing unfair games without restraint,
And it all takes place,
In my brain.

My brain is at war,
Competing with itself,
Left versus right,
Without result,
Always coming down to a draw,
Nothing but an endless.

There is a war going on,
Two bitter enemies battling each other,
Trying to put the other in the ground,
Firing away without restraint,
And it all takes place,
In my brain.

My brain is at war,
Forcing itself,
To finally unite my splitted mind,
But no result,
Always comes down to a draw,
It’s nothing but an endless war.

by PROSPERMIND
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Regret by Purple Creature

I swirl around this world, taking delight,
When people stumble, making mistakes
And having doubt,
When you cry, I smile…
When you fight, I jump for joy…
When you look in your past, I dance all about…
I am an equal opportunist,
Black or white,
Big or small, I don’t care…
Male or female,
Young or old, I don’t care…
It doesn’t matter where you live,
I will always find you…
All I need is the smallest of cracks,
And I will work my way in,
And before you know it,
You will be consumed with me.
I will spread inside you,
Until you can’t see and feel anything else…
Your soul will be as dark as coal,
And all consumed with me.
Then it will be mine to keep.
I will put your soul on my mantle,
Another trophy, another prize…
For my case,
Who am I you say…
I start out very small, but can grow bigger
Than the biggest mountains,
Deeper than all the oceans,
For I am REGRET…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Inventing Shadows by Obsidian Visionary

A walking corpse filled with anguish and dread,
The sign of a soul that has too often been bled.
Why would his bright light simply burn out?
Possibly because he is damaged throughout.

Eyes once shined with the innocence of youth,
Now doused by the creeping melancholy of untruth.
Dark and twisted, the only facets of his character,
A battle to the finish where he is not the victor.

Everyday going through the same arduous motions,
Lacking steady faith or unmatched devotion.
He is but a shadow, a stigma on our society
Craving a full blown invasion of privacy.

Exist he does but on a whole other plane,
Stuck on this bleak level, bound by chain.
Creating a shadow but never to leave a mark,
Not on our lives but only in the dark.

by OBSIDIAN VISIONARY
© All rights reserved 2014