Chloe by Kid Irish Cooper

Rubies are red, emeralds are green
Diamonds are brighter than they seem
The sun rises with yellow bold rays
While pearls are white as a new day
But pink is the color of her lips
Precious before I kiss them goodbye
Daddy sings her a lovely lullaby
So behind blue eyes I hide
The tears that become a tide
From an ocean vast, deep, and wide.
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Her Smile Is The Best by KC

Her smile is the Best
It makes the world a Better place
Her eyes around me, are the Brightest
like a full moon.
Sometimes they’re Pretty Blue
but only once in a Blue moon
Her hair is fire
that likes to be played with.
It may be furious at times
But I know It won’t hurt me
for I am its weakness
The Fire Does Not Burn me
Just cuddles my hand.
I have No fear with this fire.
It may Not always treat me friendly
But I know when she’s mad
I Do Not Dare to touch Her
When I Know it’s Not Safe
But she will come to me
When she’s ready to be faced.
She’s not your typical Red Flower.
She has her own special Flame
That’s oh so unique
With a special odor that No one could Repeat.
I Play with this fire, Just can’t get away.
I feel with this Fire I’m complete

I Feel by Missy C.

I feel so very lost right now
I feel completely alone
I feel like the world hates me
I feel like a dog without a bone

I feel misunderstood
I feel secretly afraid
I feel like my world has shattered
I feel my sanity might fade

I feel kinship to no one here
I feel like a misfit
I feel horrified of this place
I feel despair that this is it

I feel so very scared for us
I feel punished wrongly hard
I feel like no one is thinking clearly
I feel my soul’s been jarred

I feel amazed I can write these words
I feel no one’s listening
I feel like hope is failing me
I feel like a conquered queen

I feel “maybe” can’t be said
I feel I need to breathe
I feel so shaky inside
I feel it’s hard to believe

I feel like everything is lost
I feel like they think I’m broke
I feel caught in a spider’s web
I feel like just a joke

I feel all these eyes on me
I feel like an outcast
I feel like my life has crashed
I feel stuck in a blast

I feel forgotten and not good inside
I feel depression’s kiss
I feel clueless of the future
I feel like I’m a hit and miss

I feel sorry for myself
I feel honestly unhonored
I feel kinda paranoid
I feel so very bothered

I feel this negativity
I feel out of control
I feel embarrassed to say the least
I feel I’ve missed my goal

I feel strength to make things right
I feel trapped in this place
I feel so worthy of release
I feel no private space

I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
I feel ten times more
I feel mentally abused
These feelings are a chore

My True Home by Philip C.

This is my true home,
It don’t even exist,
It is in the realm of placelessness,
Truth and bliss.
Also known as Brahman,
Or the syllable Ohm,
It resides separate from the knower and known.
Separate even from the modes of material nature,
It can only be accessed through Sattvic behavior.
Goodness, purity, light, harmony, and balance,
Been living in Rajas,
Transmute it to compassion.
I’ve learned many painful lessons,
From the mode of passion.
I know its time,
To change,
My heart thinking and actions.

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I am beautiful
I am a powerful woman
Tall glass of water
I am a lover, also a fighter
My mind is now blank
I feel anxious, confused, emotional
I am now lost, scared, in jail
A hurricane disaster
I am lonely
I surrender my God
I am on my knees praying hard
I am happier than I was, walking the streets
up all night, cold ice felt in my veins
trying to find a safe places to sleep.
I am drugged by my own worst enemy
standing in the mirror my deviled left shoulder.
How did I allow myself to get this low?
Three years ago
scholarships overflowed
talent was an understatement
I was a blessing
Living my dreams
That day my life changed forever
I will never forget the pain
prescription drug feign
I am heartbroken.
I don’t know who I am.
Rumor was I quit, never that
I am depressed, crying a river
Drugs and men
became my replacement
Party and bullsh*t
My true love, basketball,
all I knew, my passion, my first addiction.
I am now weak
I am an addict, miserable.
How do I move on, get back up, forgive myself?
This battle with my addiction
will never end
constant personal fight.
Is it all my fault?
Why do I feel guilty?
I want to love myself again.
I just want to be understood.

Mother and Her Child by Will B.

The majestic Aspen colors filled the high mountainsides of the Colorado Rockies. It was late fall when my horse and I departed on our adventure in hope to bag some big game. After many hours of traveling diverse landscapes, I came across a beautiful valley with Vistas of the Spanish Peaks with the Cuchara River flowing gently. I spied a campsite with a meadow for my horse to graze so I picketed him close enough to the water and shelter among the dense foliage. I pitched my tent next to the babbling river, built a fire in a rock pit, and settled in for the impending cold night, dosing off shortly after. Suddenly, I was awakened to sounds of something approaching. My eyes were not quite adjusted to the dawn’s early light, scanning frantically to see my surroundings, looking to where my horse should have been, but was no longer there. I was very cold as I was unable to keep the fire stoked all night. Instinctively, reaching to where I thought my shotgun was, to my dismay wasn’t there. Searching the frozen ground, I saw it laying five feet away as I scrambled toward it. Not knowing who or what was out there until a stick snapped! I lunged scooping up my shotgun as I quickly spun on my heels, now face to face with the largest cougar I’ve ever seen in this part of the country. This spectacular, diving creature, weighing at least 300 pounds, was stealthily moving in a circular formation around me. My fingers still numb for the morning frost and every muscle in my body quivering with fear, it made it almost impossible to keep a hold of my gun. Trying so desperately to gather my courage, I stared into what resembled certain death. As there was dried blood around the feline’s mouth from a recent kill, at most finished a few hours ago now finding where my horse had gone. I hear a snarling low growl, seeing the beast’s lips curling, showing its blood-stained fangs and its hot breath steaming against the frosted morning air. With its claws displayed, resembling five-inch razor sharp daggers extending from its enormous paws around me without my weapon, I’d certainly be its next victim. Then out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement from above, which I realized then to be her young cub. Knowing now the place I chose to camp was in the middle of this cougar’s territorial domain. To see that she is only using her motherly instinct to protect her young. Then suddenly feeling like I got hit by a train, I felt her immense force upon me. I felt her vice-like mouth with her teeth tearing my flesh and her claws shredding my clothes, slashing my body like knives. the mountain ion with her primal instinct had taken me to the ground forcing the wind from me and with the concussive force knocking me nearly unconscious, hurling my weapon far from my hands. Desperately feeling trapped and helpless, I gathered all the strength that I could muster and kicked and pushed away from this enormous beast. I grabbed the first weapon that my frost-bitten hands stumbled across, clubbing her in the head with a branch in the head as she jumped toward me, knocking her off her equilibrium, allowing me a split second to scramble to my feet, only to become entrapped in her predatorial hunting game. With a burst of adrenaline, I dove for my gun only to have my severe wounds impede me and put me at her mercy in this game of cat and mouse. Feeling my strength diminishing, I forced myself to shake my head in  a desperate try to regain my composure, knowing very well if I stopped now it will certainly be my demise. With my last ditch effort, not knowing how close my pursuer was, I try to bolt towards my shotgun, only to have my feet fall into a rotting log. Feeling the jolt of pain, I had broken my leg and I realized I was trapped like a mouse, I know now I’m a goner. Throughout my life I never thought I’d be the person to die alone, but here I am. As the light slowly closes in around me, my thoughts start sinking into that last endless void no one knows exists. With my last breath I say, “should have never come between a mother and her child.”