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Here it is. . . after months of planning. . . weeks of posting submissions. . . and days of putting this together. . . we now have the first issue of Soft Whispers! Read it. Comment on it. And please, PRETTY PLEASE, send me any suggestions you may have to make it better at softwhisperssubmissions@gmail.com Soft Whispers - 1

A Line at a Time #11 - The Results

Through the eyes, the life waits - the time changes, the love becomes real Behind these walls, vision engulfs me, desire entices me Sealed within decay's monochromatic prism, life's colored fistula eternally refracted beyond his grasp. Illusion or destiny - both beckon from the greyness within Imprisoned by the past only to be freed by the beauty Light emerges, peeling the years away Timid steps from dark decay reach the bright

THE CONTRIBUTORS: Through the eyes, the life waits - the time changes, the love becomes real (www.twitter.com/wisneski) Behind these walls, vision engulfs me, desire entices me (http://michelledevans.blogspot.com) Sealed within decay's monochromatic prism, life's colored fistula eternally refracted beyond his grasp. (www.twitter.com/21stCscribe) Illusion or destiny - both beckon from the greyness within (cari main) Imprisoned by the past only to be freed by the beauty (www.twitter.com/cswriter59) Light emerges, peeling the years away (www.twitter.com/deannaschrayer) Timid steps from dark decay reach the bright (www.twitter.com/marisabirns)

Snowy Morning

Love (Heart)

by BD Husidon

There’s a chunk of my heart left in your hand – but you don’t see it. You probably lost it. Is the forbidden kind of love so bad? To try? The best kind of love is the forever kind. Can forever be silent? Can love be watched? Can I get my chuck of heart back? Can I have a piece of yours?

White

Colourblind

by Nishi It's just a smokescreen It's just a haze Sand and mist over my eyes Your eyes Illusions and mirages Since forever You have seen me You have walked with me Heard me Listened to my footfalls Carried my tears around in the pockets of your heart Broken memoirs and torn pictures Of my soul in a book In your arms And I you I struggled and bared my soul I bled into my tears My weaknesses are battle grounds for you to trample on I ran needles through my veins I prostituted my joys I gave you my eyes so you see colors like me I gave away my soul and stayed within this shell So you could hold on to me And you still don't know me like I do You still don't know me How do I forgive myself? How do I not walk away?

Father

by V.J. Maddox Listen closely - Father. Your ears must be bleeding... At the shear intensity, Of all the things I'm pleading. Look at me! I'm over here... And yes, I've grown up fast. What do you remember, Father? When you look back at our past? Teaching me to play piano? And tucking me in bed? More vivid are the beer bottles, And all the harsh words said. Can you really be that ignorant? ...It really must be bliss. To shake off responsibilities, And not care what you'll miss. Every holiday - Every birthday... Who will walk me down the aisle? Father, if you think it's you, ...Then I pity your denial. One last thing for you, my father. I hope it kills you to have learned, Never again will I call you "Daddy" That kind of love... you haven't earned.