I feel rejected in every way
I guess I'm not good enough
but I did nothing wrong!
I only did right.
I did what was asked of me
and more.
The gnawing in my
stomach and throat
feels like an animal
digging and scratching
desperate for who knows what
it is trying to escape?
that's not the point
I guess what I'm trying to say
is that I'm feeling






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                                                             ­ distraught.

I never want to hurt,
yet it seems there is a
two edged choice.
I either seem to hurt or
be hurt.
And to be hurt is pure
pain, a
slow death with
no escape.
But somehow hurting
feels worse,
to me...
because I know what it's like.
I don't want to give up on
love...
but I don't know if I can
play this 'game'
anymore.
When all that prospers
are my tears.
Too scared to love, yet terrified
to be
alone.
I feel done.

Hence was late upstart,yet states and stars with inspiring arts would find,
When much is tripping unto history's past, let i, gaze to charge and bound
Weld my fanciful world in heaven's muse: new tunes, does brim in pleasure
Sought Desires in Delphic tunes,an antique taste,my quest's could treasure
Phoebes,by whom admired me curious thoughts,so brawn,this Titan's name,
Outshines some vainly stars,when greatness thus partakes very lyrate fame,
Through olympus in majestic car, through souls these music's godly weed
Wrought refined present's towards mankind true poetry, our's dainty need
When of ken does work, here solely mate is brain with hasting beam forth,
Like a lately dawn 'scaped from its father's lap,to natures change's breath
Therewith some awfull embraces feels; wakes this thoughts from dying lyre,
Nah,not death these things,yet generates fast and show its zeal,and dare.
Sieves the verses from darkness,life its golden lark do gladly announce
Lights with gift's from Dorians specular driven tones, far these years,

I – Rain Over the Dying Empire
The Weather Forecast looks grim today
This mess won’t clear up any time soon
So button up your jackets and turn up your collars
And mark up your calendars for a time of grey skies
There’s a storm on the way
We’ll all be blown away
The reign will never end
Until we’re washed clean off the map
But don’t you worry darling viewers
Just find yourselves a shelter, you’ll be fine
Don’t go scrambling in the smog to find hope: it’s always there
It pains me to be the bringer of bad news
Oh! Dearest Public I always pride myself in saying Tomorrow will be a brighter day
But oh! My friends I also promised I would never lie to you
We have serious weather warnings on the way
They will ravage your livelihoods but don’t let them take your souls
We stand strong against the tide of the oncoming gale, the hail and the thunder
If they weather away each tiny bit of all you hold dear
Raise your fist to the angry sky and scream for what is right
I promise, one day, sunshine will be legal again
I’ve tried to make you laugh and I’ve tried to make you cry
But it’s difficult when describing the movements of cold air across the land
If you ignore the hot stuff blowing out of parliament these days
It’s possible to force a smile: a fraction of happiness for hollow promises
They know nothing of how to save the world, they just want to escape
They’re harvesting the strong so they can find another home
Sure, they bejewel their guillotine as it hangs above your throat
Because they think that you’re impressionable but my advice is let them think so
Because Nature wants out of the pact she made when God abandoned us here
And they just want revenge because she’s stronger than they’ll ever be
The Mother they used to love, that they cast down, has come to kiss them with her poison passion
She won’t ask for their forgiveness as she beats them down, begging for hers
I’ll leave you with my darkest secret since you probably won’t see me again
As they surround me I want to let you know it’s been incredible
Striding through the desert carrying you upon my shoulders
And so I’ll thank you and blow a goodnight kiss to you
If there’s anyone they’ve left alive
They have finally come for me
Goodbye

II – The Broken Figurehead Speaks
We interrupt this broadcast with a message from the high command
Good evening noble people, please ignore what you have just heard
And keep on working for our greater good
For as we all know, it is better than theirs
Regrettably, my tolerance is thin for behaviour like that of our darling Weather Reporter
And my mercy is negligible for those who stand against us…

III – Martyrdom for Sunshine
As I stand above the ocean, with the army at my back, looking out at this sunset
It feels like the first time I have seen such beauty
Though waves gallop into the cliff below there is a malleable peace
It penetrates to the deepest corner of my heart
As they load their guns and prepare to fire, I think of the others who they have killed
And how privileged I am to have the sun as the last thing I see
If God will have me I’ll happily join his angels now
I look down the crippled rock face to the water, miles below
What have I got to lose?
I’m going to learn to fly…

Nothing is ever lost; the pebbled brook
White graveled, barren, and all season dry,
Suddenly springs to life with July rains;
The windblown seeds that float on summer days
Like witch’s hair, drop softly on the ground;
Buried in catacombs of earth, they lie
Almost dead, but not quite: when the rain falls
They wake from verdant dreams: They were not lost.

Life does not stop: sometimes it stands frozen.
Though all that you have done may seem wasted,
Though delicate dreams have shattered and your heart
Feels reluctant to leave the broken ruins,
Nothing was lost: your efforts did not fail.
The strongest ice will melt, the sun will shine:
Though love might not find reflection in life
Yet kindness will meet kindness face to face.

Diptesh Ghosh

Multi-tasking

Kissing your eyes,
Sensing the tickling of your trembling lashes,
Between kisses and breathes
Utter word-wisps of
Love poetry.

Right hand strokes thy chest,
sending heartbeats upon the palm to the
Forever keep part of my
Treasury memory chest,
All the while my left finger indexes
The curvature of the face
To be stored in the never forget always place.

My tongue restless to participate
Goes whatever it feels like.

My eyes, my eyes see only the
Totality of this moment.
When mastery of multi-tasking
Is the single best poem this man
Penned with his entirety.

May 19th
Laguna Niguel, Ca.

The pain ended and the last tears fell,
i finally got out of hell,
i found a strength as strong as steel,
what i found is totally real.

You want me down to earth,
but i'm up in space,
just like a phoenix on his rebirth,
and i'm no longer out of place.

Come and take over me,
all i can do is agree,
i can hear you call my name,
saying welcome to the game,
come on and set me free.

I cannot hold on, i will not let go,
i'm seeing the signs from above,
i'm gonna be the one that you love,
you're so pure as the snow,
but we all fall like a domino.

Living here is not paradise,
i have paid the price,
but at least it's home,
and i'm in my zone,
this is what it feels like to win the PRIZE!

- Layth Awwad

In Orange County


In Orange County, Californiyay,
When you arrive at John Wayne Airport,
No need to show driver license or passport,
But be prepared for inspection to gain entry.

Are your teeth white enough to light the roads?
Is your navel hairless and clean enough to be licked?
Do you have two tats, if not, get going back
to wherever!

If your not blonde, produce pictures of your parents,
In any event, law demands, go directly to the colorist!
Everybody smiles and says hello, so friendly,
But having mastered the technique of doing so
While looking over and past you, rest assured,
Your New York sensibilities of ignoring the movie star
Sitting next to you on the subway feels like the ultimate,
True cool.

In this place the sun never sets, which is why the citizens
Have sunglasses surgically attached to their heads.
Have not seen a big nose 'cept mine
Being looked down on from people who by law
Must be a minimum of six feet tall.

Need my gritty, need my cabbies giving me the finger,
Need the senior citizens fighting tooth and elbow for anything on sale,
Need my rivers, need to bleed orange and blue,
Need my ballet, my museums, my rude compatriots,
Who rush to your side when you sidewalk stumble,
Who never judge a book by its cover,
Cause the jerk next to you is likely the author.
Who open their pockets and hearts to every needy person,
Hand extended, give 'em a buck, genuinely wish 'em God Bless,
They who let us share the fabric, woof and weave of our
City streets, their homes...

I got beach, I got mountains,
So maybe they're not visible from my living room,
But I got more living in the hearts of my fellow Yorkers,
Than there are grains of sands on the beaches of
Orange County.

Something needs to be left unsaid.
Except some people loves to speak to cause others harm.
For the cheaters that creep.
What's the purpose of telling?

Notice that these suddenly high and mighty moralists wasn't thinking straight at first.

Some people has profit greatly from their dirty work.
For every sin within the world.
You find them all in the holy bible.

Solomon, the one many uses in sermon as wise.
Was no different than his father?
Who had a mistress on the side.

Like, I something needs to be left unsaid.
Cause those doing wrong will play like your words don't needs to be heard.

Secrets needs to be hidden from a few.
Cause the harm you done to others.
With eventually comes back upon you.

We know the line-those without sin shouldn't cast the first stone.
But there's always some that do.
And then feels hurt when their past emerges.

Just remember nobody's perfect.