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I liked you
Yesterday,
I'll like you
Tomorrow,
I like you
Today,
I'll like you
Day after day
Even after every
Sundae,
I'll like you
From every
New year
Through
Every leap year,
From time
To time
I'll keep
Liking you,
Because hey,
What's not to like
About you?
I like you
Even if you don't
Like yourself,
I like you
Even if you don't
Like me,
But I really really
Love you...
APAD13 - 108 © okpoet
 Mar 2014 Fluidtimes
Zoe
like a...
 Mar 2014 Fluidtimes
Zoe
like a stone
hearts should be
like an open box
minds should be
like a thing unknown
our love is shared
 Mar 2014 Fluidtimes
Tord
i'm a poet
i said

then you must
know a lot about love
they said

and laughed

i'm just painting words
i answered
(T.S.B.)
September,
****** September,
Do you remember,
Oh do you remember?
How she did surrender,
Her soul so tender.
September you monster,
****** monster.
Oh how you tossed her,
How I lost her.
September,
****** September.
Do you remember?
Oh do you remember.
I cannot bear to watch,
her slowly choke you,
unrequited love,
drowning your heart,
in a torrent of numbness,
an endless pool,
of tainted hope.

I cannot help but weep,
as your features darken,
and eyelids droop.
Your dreams evaporating,
into bittersweet nightmares,
your mind disintegrating,
consumed by lust.

I cannot be your salvation,
although I wish I could.
I'll try to tear down,
your wall of doubts,
that stand so proud,
and block the rays of sunlight,
from shining upon,
your gentle soul.
I'll try in vane.

I cannot make you love me,
I don't expect you too.
I just want to see you smile,
That smile you lost,
so long ago.

Maybe I can help you find it.

Use a map and compass.

But you'd only push,
The rusting point,
Into my punctured,
Heart.
For the boy I love so dearly
 Mar 2014 Fluidtimes
Luna Lexi
silver flute sits in the case
Studio awaits, soul suppress
Space slammed

silver flute rests on the stand
Insecurity of melody
Gasping for air
Trembling, closed off

silver flute plays a sweet song once, yesterday
For Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, & for Uriel
Resonance, chord floating,
pure revelation

last song of hope, courage
last wild witch prayer
Last organic sound, unplugged

silver flute sits in the case
Great Open Outdoors awaits, soul regenerates
Have we arrived to the sacred tree?
Silver flute will play Naked, wild, free!

All ears wide open
Open eyes, Open hearts, Open minds
True human connection returns
CODA
Silver flute floats in my heart & hand
 Mar 2014 Fluidtimes
Mohd Arshad
The dust of the creeping evening
On the mammoth sphere falls
The day has flown way
somwhere to sing
Reminding the people
The dreams they had seen
On the pillow I place
My reflective mind
As the silence of thick darkness
Brings back to me
The golden moments i had lost
When the day was much bright
On the floor i see the chance
Shattered into pieces lying
Promising nothing
Still a little bit light
In my pensive heart shines
In this confusion we live
But tomorrow may be and may not be
Only today was full of life
With heaviness of mind i lie
Promising myself to achieve
My goals at this very moments only
I'm like a fresh cut rose
that has been twisted and
hung upside down
to drain it of life.
Starting at my feet
I'm beginning to grow fatigued
as it climbs to my knees,
then to my hips
until it reaches my lips.
Once the process is complete,
the moment someone
gets too close and
brushes me the wrong way,
I crumble.
Never really able to be
put back together.
Just replaced.
I got rid of the beginning.. I think it looks better with just this part.

© M.S.
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