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 Jul 2015 Arun C
Ashley Nicole
The stars are falling off my ceiling.

I'm paying bills,
Buying college books,
Saving for a car,

And the stars are falling off my ceiling.

My calendar is full
Marked with appointments
And work hours

And the stars are falling off my ceiling.

My friends are getting married,
Having children,
And buying houses,

And the stars are falling off my ceiling.

Like the child
In my heart
Is emaciating,

I'm twenty years old,
And the stars are falling off my ceiling.
Trying to embrace adulthood, but it all seems so strange.
Also, I'm too old to have glow in the dark stars on my ceiling.
 Jul 2015 Arun C
Mermaid
Saturn 1
 Jul 2015 Arun C
Mermaid
Exquisite stranger

Your system is breathing
With a high speed winds
Mysterious nine rings
Swirling continuously
Around your face
With dust, rocks and ice "
Particles of isolation,
Heavy dreams, strong
Heartbeat. Pieces of blue,
White, yellow and violet
Sixty two moons orbit you,
So to feel save, harmonious
Love, for sixty two years in space.
We love you, Saturn,
Your atmosphere of ammonium
Crystals in pale yellow hue…
Attracts our mind, what is behind you?
Deep metallic heart of hydrogen,
Of helium and gases " beats inside
Your giant body…
Where your existence started,
While our dust will vanish millions
Years…ahead.
Inspired by the planet Saturn
 Jul 2015 Arun C
Joe Cole
Hello Poetry can be viewed as a beautiful garden
Fresh young flowers to full grown mature shrubs
And like any garden it needs maintenance
Every so often a plant can become blighted and sick
If left it will start to infect the healthy plants surrounding it
Drastic action is then required, rip it out and destroy every trace
Of its exhistance
That's how we keep the garden beautiful
 Jul 2015 Arun C
SøułSurvivør
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A pair of lovely comments
did I recieve today
they were, in fact, quite
wonderful
for they were
POETRY

I had set off a spark
a fine artistic muse
my work had inspired them
gave them words to use!

I will not stay silent
their good deeds won't be hid
I was completely
blown away
by the work they did!

So, gentlemen,
you tipped your hats
to poetry impart
you tipped your hats
to honor me
so I will

tip my HEART!

♡ Catherine
A poem for both
Joe Cole and Ian Woods

Thank YOU!

I now go to sleep
it's been a long day!

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