Shadow puppets on the wall.
Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares.
Into a black covered mirror, my world reflects.
Showing me things, only the night has to offer.

Written/Submitted by Robert M. Hensel.

I am human, layers of flesh
upon bone.
I am mortal, this breathing
temple is my home.

I am sole owner to this vessel,
and Captain of the ship.
I am commander in charge of
operations, and all of life’s trips.

I am not perfect in any capacity,
nor have I ever pledged I am.
It is said, to err is human, and
that’s what “I AM”.

Written/Submitted by Robert M. Hensel.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Written/Submitted by Emily Dickinson.

Memories are treasured in hearts n souls
Of friends n people who possess eminent roles
In life; n of people who endeavor their very best
To convert the weary heart into a heart of zest
Their love, their care, their help n support
Every praise, every blame upsurges the rapport
These allies, these friends, although, miles apart
Till the farewell breath, reside in the heart…

This poem was written/submitted by Mystical Bubble.

Heartbroken again,
Will this pain ever end.
One good one is all i ask,
One meant for us to last.

To and beyond letting love go,
Through life watching children grow.
As the days go we get old,
Also to the point we’re bold.

Children get grown up old,
We tell stories like they’re gold.
Our children pass them on,
To their children and beyond.

This poem was written/submitted by Greg Kent Galvan.

They underestimate the look in my eyes
and shower me with hate, muffle my cries

than the scientists study my pride
asking each other, ‘how come?’ , ‘why?’

I wasn’t born like this, this is what life made me
An animal. Immortal. too savage for that baby

And when I’m on my knees crying they say she’s gone crazy
Alone and vulnerable, they handcuff and then take me
Now I’m locked up in the cell I made, no man can save me

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.

My days are so dark they make an alley seem bright
Is it past 12 when there ain’t no stars in the night
Man has flushed all beauty, and beauty in all
Now I stand on this cliff getting ready to fall
I’m afraid of heights but I still look down
No river, no water, and no life to be found
Still I used this rope they call “lie”
To get down safely ’cause I’m not gonna die
Not yet. Not now, not until I find truth
but this rope is running too long
And it seems as though it runs after you

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.