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• When The Moon And I Collide
  by Melissa Park

  On a quest for a twilight miracle, / The journey has begun, / I search for a benediction, / Sweet like honey on my tounge. On the horizon…

• Guilty
  by Crockpot

  Her flesh bled black / and red, raw, singed scraps / of meat for me / and you sit smug and smile down / at the heaps of heads / and parts t…

  ©1995

• *CALVARY*
  by MaryMina

  Holy Week. / A quiet time in church. / Time for contemplation. / We had heard the story; / Sung hymns; / Prayed. / Such a lot to consider, / Now…

  Written on the remembrance of a Lent Mission lead by Franciscan Brothers. As we left the church we found a rough hewn cross in which nails had been hammered, whilst we had been in ‘silent’ contemplation inside. Please view my artwork of the same name. / This inspired the written recollection.

• Guilty
  by Debbie King

  He seemed to shrink a little more as he held his hand out and took it back, sliding it back into the only pocket he had on his prison-iss…

  An encounter with a new addition to TDCJ. / Almost fiction, almost non fiction…

• Guilty As Charged
  by hudson roper

  Guilty as charged, feelings for you cannot be captured / Dry-cleaned clothes and your worn out heart, I wonder if it matches With ovati…

• You're guilty of first degree murder.
  by felinemind

  You’re guilty of first degree murder.

  Just messing around with six word combinations …

• God's Verdict
  by jdworldly

  guilty as charged

  greetings from the womb of ignorance

• Perfect World
  by normajean

  In a perfect world / There would just be me and you / Minus the me In a perfect world / God wouldn’t have made us / But he chose to creat…

• Upon a Night With a Rope In Hand
  by Steven Simpson

  I came upon a step that grew from the ground / Simply stepped upon with no frown / Breathing deeply, gathering hope / I step into the forest…

  My first successful attempt in my own style of “visual” poetry. I believe this poem has the ability to set a mood and enough description to place yourself in those woods and feeling the rain start to drench you when it falls. Also, to get it clear, I never cut in my life, but was an expression in “so much blood from my veins” from this poem to express an urgency of feelings. Basically, this was an acting approach when I wasn’t feeling that dark at the moment but a subject I wanted to cover.