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 Sep 2014 Jeremy Bean
Ayman Zain
It's raining luck
And I'm sitting here under an umbrella
The scent of death
lingers for years
in a place

lodges in the soil
rots
and slowly compresses

composting down
deep down
in dirt

earth turns
seasons pass
time and space and silence

until the coiling roots
draw back again
and all that grows

from baby's tears
to blood red poppies
oaks and elms

bear testimony
to the forgotten
dead.

© M.L.Emmett
Thinking of War and the forgotten dead. The new harvest about to begin.
there is this girl who is crying her heart out.
asking herself why no one loves her,
why all her past lovers didn't work out.
now, she is old and alone.

she didn't realize that the one for her,
the one who is her soul mate or destiny
is now dead.
he ended his life before they were going to meet.
 Sep 2014 Jeremy Bean
Nandini V
My  head,   your  ***** tangle

let
your  heartbeats ,    my  tears  mingle.
You exist in my fabric of imagination.
My every cell throbs for your presence.
My fingers long for partners to intertwine with.
My mouth opens up till the poison air drinks it dry.

Shalini Nayar
© 2005
 Sep 2014 Jeremy Bean
Erenn
It's hard to
forget
and let go,
I know.
But when you do
You'll
forget
the things
You're supposed to.


Erennwrites
It's never easy. It might take months or even years for something that's been there like forever. I know how it feels. It tears you up inside You can't breath, you can't sleep.
He/She is all you could think about everyday.
But when you do,
The whole universe will follow your pursuit.
Pursuit to your own happyness.:)
I got inspired again. Dedicated to a friend who's going through a difficult phase in her life.
This is for you.
///

*Songs tempt me very
Poetry makes me crazy
As if, the drugs I have taken
As if, I have lost and found you again
May be it's an illusion,
And it has grown me as a Rock,
Rocking all those to be rocked
Even my strength has grown as if,
I can make your pain,
That to be torn,
Turn to be a stone
And I can crack your cry
Again those yells have made me
An empty isle -

///

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
tears to be torn,turn to be a rock as if my life runs and I grew as a rock
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