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 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
Everything will get better with time,
In a year or a decade some fate will decide
What's good in your life and how you will struggle
The people, the places, the tears that form puddles.
Even though right now, we may struggle to breathe
To devour oxygen like animals, to know what we need
The confusion, the worry, of what we should do next
Of how to proceed with our next gentle steps
Our minds are not clear, but that may soon change
When the fates decide, on what's next in our game.
 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
The clock ticks closer to the twelve
And as the seconds count down you know,
This is it.
As the second hand touches the twelve there is a silence.
The silence you find at a funeral
And it is like a funeral, isn't it?
Mourning when you were surrounded by friends, not even hours ago
You know it'll never be the same, but you don't' want to know
How your life has changed, turned inside out.
The exam is now over, you've missed what was said
You feel numb and feel weak
But your heart feels like lead
The scrape of chairs across the gym floor
And it hits you, this isn't your school any more.
 Feb 2014 DSD
James Jarrett
I would have been
A stalker
But she loved me
 Feb 2014 DSD
Amanda In Scarlet
Crossing Tower Bridge
I time travel, past many
Thames borne broken hearts
 Feb 2014 DSD
Reneeza
Stifling thoughts of the worst
As I lay here and can't breathe.
You'll never know these things
Not what I want nor what I need.
Fast asleep, you must be in bed
Drowning in wonderful dreams
While my brain throbs in my head.
Emotions flow like endless streams
So refreshing yet so sad to know
You're resting while I'm all alone...
So much affection but no one to show.
In my mind, I see you toss and turn
I hear you moan.
It's like my heart's on fire but it doesn't burn.
 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
Tick Tock
 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
The ticking from the wall
Tick tock, tick tock
Slowly counting down the minutes,
That you've waited so long to come to an end.
The hustle and bustle of strangers rushing around you
Whilst you sit in a cocoon of thoughts
And feelings from summers days of the past.
Hear the laughter and glee from memories,
Memories used to fill the hole you have left
Tick tock, tick tock
The minutes are coming to an end now
Soon time will be up,
And as the last tick turns into a bell
Your waiting comes to a stop.
 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
Time
 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
The point of no return.
Time lapses into an infinite stream
Minutes, hours, days
Counting counting counting
Stop.
You freeze, whilst time sprints past you,
Winner of the impossible race.
The horizon is blank and for you,
Time doesn't exist
The emptiness inside begins to swallow you whole
And all the while you think
'I didn't have enough time'
 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
Naive
 Feb 2014 DSD
Aruna
There lived a girl young and naive,
'Awe' was the word of how the world's seen
She grew and she learned
Still happiness remained
Her joyous shouts, glorious gain.
Still, time went by and ages flew
And now she sees the world all anew
The darkness, the fear, desperation to fit in
With those all around her, who will win?
She's older now and she knows what is true
You don't own the world, the world owns you
Not the dirt or the sea but the people within
We have our place in this world and nobody wins.
 Feb 2014 DSD
Nat Lipstadt
For Helen
who wrote it first,
who wrote it better,
and in doing so,
makes me see more clearly
the why

~~~~~~~~~

no poem should ever be untitled
every face needs a name
every poem needs just
one read for completion,
but more than that, it is
a orphan still, deserving of,
due the
entitlement to be titled,
a parenting of sorts

what was the thought that born it
what was the emotion that conceived it
what was the sight that demanded sharing

this is the age of summary and synthesis,
140 and not one more,
so give direction, enable me to make
snap judgements, with so much on my plate,
we must predigest your concepts,
my multi-tasking slowed to levels unacceptable,
so I can adjudge you,
you worker poet,
before or never reading
after all,
why read anything untitled

more than this however,
for the few who chew
each morseled vowel,
ken each constant consonant,
celebrate stanzas that halt the breathing
and then,
god bless the whole child,
flaws and all,
they more than anyone deserve
your consideration in return

for the title is the essence spark
of you
and all the more so
of what you have
  chosen *to share
of your essentials
After I wrote this I stumbled on the far superior, righteously angry version

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/559624/i-refuse-to-read-a-poem-

An aside: growing up you read I was just called "The Brother."
Even today when some calls me by my first name, it is a sudden shocking to my system.
 Feb 2014 DSD
J.R.R. Tolkien
The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I cannot say.
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