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 Mar 2015 Reynard
Red Bergan
Your screams mean nothing,
To one so cold.

They only carry on the wind.
Along with your dying soul.

We perish within the fire,
The crimson evergloom.
Nocturnal awaits,
Ready to curse your soul.

Forever a Raven,
Inside the black forest.
 Mar 2015 Reynard
Kim
Sad Smiles
 Mar 2015 Reynard
Kim
I come here and see sad smiles mostly,
I see poets and sad, knowing smiles of poetry...
 Mar 2015 Reynard
martin
Let it come
 Mar 2015 Reynard
martin
Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you
Cemetery trees shiver
in the snowy breeze,
and cover the graves
with their dead leaves.

Tombstones and bones
lying in the shallow earth,
remind the living that
it could always be worse.
.

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 Mar 2015 Reynard
Pax
Environment ~
 Mar 2015 Reynard
Pax

More Structure, Bald Nature.
Intelligences without a Heart of Conscience.
Lost in the battle of Negligence.

4th piece of the series...
all my pieces are just my observation, i can be wrong or right, totally depends on how you see what's around you. Pondering in Rhyme...
tell me what you think?

Thanks to all for reading...
 Mar 2015 Reynard
Ilva
Beloved
 Mar 2015 Reynard
Ilva
Inside me
While you grew and grew
I never knew
Your heart was broken
And that there was one
Where there should’ve been two.

After you were born
The doctor explained
Your lungs wouldn’t last
You were breathing too fast
And growing too slow
Your blood flow was mixed
And you had to be fixed.

So right from the start
Your heart wasn’t whole
But your soul
Was a universe
And your eyes
Were comprised
Of millions of galaxies.
Your body was strong
And your cry was a song.

I named you beloved
And through you, I discovered
For the very first time
I was whole.

Please always remember
You are far more beautiful
Than broken
You are my ultimate inspiration
And I’ll always consider you
My most perfect creation.
I wrote this for my 6-month-old baby when she was having heart repair surgery done to fix a serious congenital heart defect (truncus arteriosus). She survived the operation, and spent a month in hospital to recover. Six months later, however, she got broncho-pneumonia and the added stress on her heart caused her to go into cardiac arrest & she passed away.
 Mar 2015 Reynard
anu
God help me
to think that i'm ok
i know i'm not ok
but tell me a lie
you are my only  guy

never want her
who cant understand me
never mind what she says
never  care how long she could avoid me


i hate those three
whom i love deeply
once
still
forever

But i will smile
to tell them that
i had god
who can have me as his claud.
thank hp ...i take u as god's gift where i can share my feelings..thank u.. somewhat feeling relaxed..
 Mar 2015 Reynard
Juan Minaaaaaa
from the balcony view,
I see my youth.
half thrown to dust,
and half of recovery.
I see the rich among
the solitude,
and the dirt on
young feet.
I see smiles of ignorance,
young ignorance to
fade with age.
and the white collars
comporting in peace,
completely aware of the tilted
lives held.
the big to eat
their derelicts,
and the small with
intense perceptive.
from this balcony view,
I see our traffic,
going absolutely nowhere.
 Mar 2015 Reynard
yasmine
i want to scrub my skin so hard that
every single cell you've ever touched of me comes off
erase your number and all our pictures
unfriend you and never see your face
you had a place in my heart
and i would have broken every single bone in my body
just to fix every single piece of you

my throat is raw and hoarse whenever i say your name
you're like salt water that makes me gag
trigger my senses and i cannot stand you
i hate your face and all that you stand for
i deserved better and i loved you with all my heart
you knew that and you took advantage

i hate you so much
you took all the love in my heart
i opened up and you made yourself
the ink in my unwritten book

you are the definition of all that i cannot stand
and i want to thank you for teaching me that
i deserve better than how low you put me
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