GUEST POST // When Time Stopped For You by Kasey Stafford aka BasicAudio

The younger days grew older,
With the hourglass dropping bits of time,
I sit, staring at shared memories left unto me.
These nights grow colder.
I’m throwing wishes toward the heavens,
For you to walk this earth again.
To see my friend, I wish
I knew why you left.
Still I was left to wonder.
Left to stare at the remnants of a shattered life.
Lost to it’s meaning, suffered in it’s feelings.
The news broke me in two.
How your skies faded from blue to black, I’ll never understand.
How could you give up?
You left me in the dark,
Before you blew out your last candle.
Tears falling like the stars,
Where your light now resides.
Flickering echoes of a soul lost in the universe,
Forever reaching for Gods hand,
While mine are shaking, gathering up sand.
Piecing together the hourglass,
Holding it together with memories,
So it can never be broken again.
Rest peacefully with the stars.

by KASEY STAFFORD (aka BASICAUDIO)
© All rights reserved 2014

Underestimate

You maimed me. You thought
That now I go down in price,
That I am just naught…
You are a moron! Surprise!
Ugliness costs more much more!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Lost In Translation by Tokoni O. Uti

The resulting fruit is unable to mirror the tree.
I’m unable to crack the code that is me.
The square pegs are lined up in defiant rows.
And the lone vine will unorthodoxly grow.
We’re fighting the tides of unkind situation.
And feeling the pain of lost in translation.

by TOKONI O. UTI
© All rights reserved 2014

Mantra Meditation

Their voices are soft and belled.
I feel that I’m stuck inside.
I’m absolutely unshelled
and wide-closed-eyed.

My voice is a tongue of these bells.
It chimes. It’s echoed by walls.
And every one of my fibres and cells
Are blithesome, free-willed thralls.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // To A Blog by Raycabiro

Dear Blog,
Are you a log
Within which I write a journal?

Or Blog,
Are you a log
Floating in a sea of troubles?

But Blog,
Are you a log
Upon which I rest my laurels?

Dear Blog,
You are a log
With whom I will not ever quarrel.

by RAYCABIRO
© All rights reserved 2014