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 May 2014 Clindballe
llyana
Again, I saw you standing there today
Still i cant find the words to say
Cant let out a "hi" or "hey"
Not even sure if it's okay

All along i've been following you
But when you look back I dont know what to do
Will you ever know this love is true?
Or will i remain forever feeling blue?

If only courage is something you can buy
Then maybe I dont have reasons to lie
About the words that came out as a sigh
Dont want to keep this until i die.
Made this tonight just to have something to post. Cant remember where i put the old ones i wrote.
 May 2014 Clindballe
Jamie King
The pen trembles, the paper perspires,the hand remains steady. Or is the mind weary and reality an illusion within a dream?
Infatuated with harmonising every line. Your mind is violent but your words are quiet. incessantly bleeding the pen with no anguish, just anarchic serenity as you conclude with tranquil tragedies.
#poetry
 May 2014 Clindballe
Dougie Simps
It's quite outside
Not a noise a play
Not a sound hits
The veins absorb more blood
The sweat on my forehead drips
I'm transforming
I'm becoming who I really am
A monster from a son
An enemy from a friend
My god, I'm evil
I'm demented and insane
I endure the darkness of the soul
I fein for the pressure of pain
Injections of the venom
A death Sentence with a chair scripted my name
I am who I was when you thought you knew me
I'm a villain, I'm still the same!
This animal has been released
The fury of rage broke open my enclosed cage
Where love letters fell to the floor from super woman's page
Spider-Man, superman, send em all my way
My powers aren't going to eletricfy your heros, it's invisble but corrupts the reaction of the face
Terror pumps through my heart
Anger feeds my fist
Blood is replaced with toxins
My thoughts are molded and crisp
STOP ME! I dare you, try!

**Are you kidding me? I'm not an evil villain at all!
Ya just love negativity and anguish
You wouldn't of read this if I didn't say words that die
That intrigue you!
Haunt you and daunt you!
Why do you all love misery?
Why do you need my psychotic thoughts to help you sleep at night?
It probably helps your ignorance, loneliness doesn't match insanity...
Shut up! You know I'm right.
The most messed up twist you'll ever read. You people only like sad and crazy writing. You're misery...it does love company #YouCantStopMe
 May 2014 Clindballe
Mal
I dream even when I'm awake
My eyes play tricks on me and I see you in the dark
Your hands cast sickly shadows against my skin
Where I hate to feel you again.
Your body is cold because you don't exist
I made you up inside my head
Three years caught in a waking dream
Three years spent means nothing
My loss your gain
My heart tells me that you did exist
It reminds me everyday but then,
This is where I hate to feel you again.
I have memories of you that seem untrue
You used to smile and hold me, tell me I'm okay!
Whose dream was that?
When I turn the light on please disappear
You never do, because you are real
The nausea in my stomach
The pain in my head
The lump in my throat
The ache that radiates in my chest
This is where I hate to feel you again.
Y
O
U
smile  as
the   r a i n s
p r e v a i l, over
the rays of the sun.

T
H
E
o n c e
blue skies,
now paled by
g r a y  clouds
w a r n   us  of  an
impending  g l o o m.

A
N
D
y e t, my
heart leaps,
At the sound
of  r a i n  falling,

F
O
R
I would
soon find you
n e x t to me, the
moment it starts to pour.

T
H
E
f e e l
of rain on
my s k i n, is
that of solace
and. w a r m t h...

I
forget
all about
time and my
worries.......It is
a  pat on my  back,
                      
O
N
E
touch so
reassuring,
as  if, it  were
your   h a n d s
caressing  my  face.

(Published 1997)


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
For Margaux-----I hope you like this humble, old rain poem, iha.
I do love walking in the rain...
 May 2014 Clindballe
M Sanchez
Electrifying, so alive
while the mind goes black
Feelings thrive
all at once..
can it please stop?
tapping fingers
crunched up toes
never ready
never set
but always goes
all around me
deep inside me
turning stomach
nervous blow
all the air, intoxicated
filling quickly inside my throat
worries worries
something's wrong
3, 2,1
finally done
one more breath
relaxation
there it goes,
Here it comes…
 May 2014 Clindballe
daisies
It has been alleged that repeatedly dwelling on the past
brings nothing but dysphoria and nostalgia to the soul
but so does worrying about the unknown future
and I am not one of those who are quite
efficiently capable at living in the
present, one day at a time.
I am left, destructed by
my overthinking
mind.
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