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M G Hsieh Apr 2016
Nobody talks
of love
thrown into a gutter.*

There is no glory in leaves
rotted to mulch,
turned with dirt.
They drain
and clog.

One look begins our pain,
one sweep ends their suffering.

We attend
at all times
a need to strive
and tend our strife.
To clear the heap,
we burn,

return to ourselves in a corridor of light,
and make do with the bareness of our hands.

The mind follows,
the will carries.
We reach

and let go.
Our smoke
glides the current,

for dreams do not die,
only granted
to the passing-by.
Shreya Inks Feb 2016
Took my pills on time;
left my phone on though,
I've been doing fine;
no signs of you.
Sale season is on;
I picked up a sweater in blue,
late Saturday night;
no signs of you.
How old books lie last in a pile;
sure, they're lovely too,
been reading Arab authors;
no signs of you.
I scored good in a game;
that's something new,
I play, but it's boring;
no signs of you.
Late nineties rap;
yeah I listened to a few,
it's on loop now;
no signs of you.
Good people are still there;
but I don't see any clue,
they're all out of time;
no signs of you.
They draw hearts on paper;
but don't have one I knew,
late February;
no signs of you.
I don't borrow but;
looks like some debt is due,
don't remember any;
maybe signs of you.
"Some people are like air balloons, once you slip them out of your hands -they won't ever land on your ground. They will fly high and end up on someone else's roof. You might never know where they went, 'cause the time of getting them out of your sight is very less. Longer you set your sight on them, deeper it will ache."
Sorrow Cain Sep 2015
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Have you ever wanted to speak out,
And tell your view,
To let someone hear,
To let someone though,
The cracks in your shell,
Let the light come in,
To let them understand,
What you are feeling within,
To finally let out a breath,
For your secret's out,
Because now someone will understand,
Someone knows what you are about,
They know your desires,
Your Feelings, Your thoughts,
What you want to become,
Why people know you nought.
But if you tell the wrong person,
Your life might become hell,
For some people don't have empathy,
Or guilt as well.
They might tattletale your secrets,
Betray your trust,
Tease you day by day,
Eventhough it is unjust.
Just tell the right people,
Or none at all,
Which is why humans could be better,
To help people who call.
Amitav Radiance Feb 2015
Free the heart of prejudice
Unleash the mind from impaling thoughts
River of life, poisoned with lethal ideas
Do not bleed unto death
A stoic existence, between the dark alleys
Life will never be the same
Give freedom a chance, breathe the exuberance

— The End —