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 Feb 2016 Aroody
Dani Jo
My hearts undone,
one by one,
plucked away until they're gone.
I can't pretend, I'm going in
mind unwind oblivion.
Forced by fate, I sit and wait
through the motions of each day.
The hope it fades, frustration rage
Long haul for the pearly gates.
Makeshift breath is put to rest,
it's what they call the life of test.
 Feb 2016 Aroody
Sk Abdul Aziz
Har ishq ka ek waqt hota hai
Woh hamara waqt nahi tha
Lekin uska yeh matlab nahi kay woh
...ishq nahi tha
(Urdu and Hindi)

English Translation

Every love has it's time
That wasn't our time
But that doesn't mean that it wasn't love
 Feb 2016 Aroody
jeffrey conyers
Some say, we don't need black history month.
When in truth we do.
Would the contribution of African American be taught truthfully.
If we had to depend on you know who?

Obviously, they very unaware of several successful black that contributed to America's greatness.
We, very well aware they edited down facts to be turn into fiction.
Like that president that chopped down that cherry tree.

Many doesn't know the plight of Washington, Dubois, Carver.
Let alone know their first name.
It's hardly taught, if it's about us.

George Franklin, Grant-dentist
Ernest Everett, Just.-Scientist
Josh Gibson, one of the greatest baseball player.

We know very well about George, Thomas and James and John Q.

Some say, we all Americans
And in truth, they completely right.
But for reasons very well known.
We are not all equal in sights of others.

When needed, they call upon us to join in.

Some still, say-why do Black history month exist?
But all cultures knows none was eliminated through times.
Than those captured to come here and renamed after their masters.

And facts be told, this cultures lives to embrace into their children's if nothing is ever mention by certain teachers about their cultures.
Than they will keep it before them.

Matthew Alexander, Henson-Explorer
Billie Holiday-singer
Duke Ellington and Count Basie and Cab Calloway.

Greatness, we can't let fade.

Vernon Jordan
Shirley Chilsom
And hosts of present days teachers that push the issues to educate.

Those that say, we don't need Black History months.
Be crying , if we try to eliminate theirs.
Cause that's all they ever known.

Howard University.
Tennessee State and Fisk and various others came to be because of discrimination.
And has turned out some brilliant African Americans.

So our history is needed.
Cause it's about us.
Like Latin History and various others is about other cultures.
 Feb 2016 Aroody
IcySky
Eh
 Feb 2016 Aroody
IcySky
Eh
Nothing really phases me no more.... I don't trust anyone anymore, not even my family, I don't care about anything, life is done.
 Feb 2016 Aroody
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Raindrops fall on your decorative skin
in sights to seek a beginning to dry,
We could live in paradise and see the
Face of everyone that has died,

You will never have to witness a
Broken heart in your chest for I long
For your fantasies,
I'm nice enough to try to give you the
World than getting rid of my nervous
Tendencies,

Before we perish i want you to know that
My love for you will never see it's end,
I take back all the mean things I said to
You and all the plastic covered sin that we
Receive and send.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/02/before-we-perish.html
He's just a blurred figure now in her memory
But his love will last till eternity.


Krystal Marcelo
*02/06/16
#grandpa
 Feb 2016 Aroody
Jude kyrie
The news that you wrote to me
has my heart singing with joy my love.
You will be home for the Christmas season
Love songs are playing
on the strings of my heart.
she wrote in her lovely handwriting
The notepaper perfumed with gardenia
her favorite.
little crosses signified her kisses.
He read the letter again and again
it was in in the pocket of his army fatigues
her perfume sweet full of memories
as he held it to his face
And breathed her with him.
in the arid terrain of the desert.

I cannot wait only a week
before you return my love
I feel your fingers touching my heart
telling it you will care for it love it
keep it safe
I am so in love with you
so in love
she wrote

The old lady opened her souvenir box
and picked up the folder of his letters
wrapped in a blue ribbon.
she read them as always
in the sequence
that he wrote them to her

somehow it felt as if
he was still on duty
far away like so long ago
His handwriting
so nice to see again
his words as sweet
as the day she first read them
He never did make it home
that Christmas.
Eventually, my hatred for you
Slowly transforming me to be just like you
Barely  forgiving
Always dominating.

You made me fear love
You made me forget the beauty of it
Instead you keep on reminding me
How painful it can be.

You forge my heart
Into steel
But I hope it's stainless
So it won't rust.

'Cause some part of me wanted to hate you
Yet some part of me wanted to love you
And I just don't know what to do
I'm left confused and with no clue.

But at the end of the day
You are still my father
And nothing can ever change that
As you cannot choose who to be your child...
This is the last part of my "four-part" poem for my Dad. Just to burst this thoughts that right until now I never dare told him. I know that I'm not the only one who undergone this kind of situations so I hope you can relate to it. I hardly make it rhyme but I hope this gonna make sense...
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