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 Nov 2015 KillerKhooler
Angie S
is the life of one person
worth a family's freedom?
is the life of seven people
worth a kingdom's liberation?

after a life was stolen from me,
i deemed this to be proper payment.
but after stealing six lives,
i suddenly have found myself
hesitant to take a single step further.

you long for home, so you have journeyed this far.
we have longed for something akin to a new home.

but the look in your eyes say,
even if it meant you could see your family again,
you would not steal another life.

so then, why have i carried on this long,
pushing along this false sense of righteousness
alone?
i've been playing undertale lately. if you haven't seen/played a full playthrough of this game this poem is actually spoilery.
but i just felt like putting something together, this isn't really a good poem imo.
if you have no intentions of playing/watching undertale... this is a story about a king
I've got one thing I like from you.
And it's not very hard to do.
All you gotta do is be willing to do.

Send your love my way.
Like I be sending mine to you.

Love, this is my love request.
Yes, my love request to you.

You been selected to accept my invitation.
But realize my love isn't a consolation.
Cause still to this day love rules many nation.

This is my love request to you.

Like many fairy-tales written in books.
Our will have a happy ending too.
i
My dear Z

I didn't lose you
I gained you
By what happened between us
LOVE deepened
It became eternal
I gained all pieces
Of my broken heart
In your memory
In your melancholy
In your eyes
In your lips
In your fragrance
That still lingers around me

I need not know you
A little or too much
I am YOU
As one doesn't know oneself
I need not know you

My shining sun is YOU
You shine for me

I am unable to fathom
A thought that you are someone else
YOU are me
How can I inflict a wound on me?

For me
Since I saw you
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
All are the same
YOU are in them
Day and night
every hour
every second

The sun shines everyday
You are my sunshine
The stars twinkle
You are my stars
YOU are the sea
And I am that wave carrying it
There are plenty of fishes
But you are the one that fated me

LOVE feelings are valid
LOVE losses are valid too
(And necessary as you say)
When I was without you
I was human
LOVING YOU
Made me more human
And losing you
Made me even more human

YOU, Your thought, your words
YOU make me a better human

I've limited time in life
I don't want to waste it in
Practicality, Pragmatism
Reasoning, Logic, Rational
In making my heart understand
What LOVE is

LOVE is - I am, YOU ARE!
LOVE is "US"

But we are away
How can things be better?
There's always that one guy.
The one who makes you stop in your tracks.
The guy you think about.
When another starts to slack.
He makes you fall in love so fast.
You never really see.
That you're in love with a monster.
The monster he can be.
But you love him.
He can't be bad in any way.
You're crazy about him.
You'd choose him every day.
You'll wait for years,
To get your chance at forever.
Only to find out,
You're waiting for never.
Mandela's children
At night when I lay down my head,
hugging my thin cardboard bed,
cold, hungry and alone.
I dream of a warm loving family
and a sweet loving home,
a piece of bread, a bowl of soup, chunk of clay,
a time of blissful happiness and play.
Maize meal fortified with vitamins
can even stop me begging for food.
Sustenance, to last me a day which is good.
Flute & clay, will discipline and soothe my soul,
Mould my character to reach my goal.
Some computer games children play
can develop and sharpen intellect,
Help me with evaluation project.
Fighting for a place in the sun
I came into the world innocent, hungry and cold,
And with your help even growing old.
The expanding world of technology
are setting new goals regular a day,
Shrinking, much needed coin wasting away.
The name of the scientist,
in history books forever will lay,
inevitably he stumbles,
upon a cure for *** Aids one day.
Sept 2007
How I read your words and invision the taste of the lips that spoke them into a page scented with your essence.
I travel on road and gravel,
pavement im enslaved and it hurts,
the distance is far
like life under earth,
reachin for light and air
but cursed and trapped wanderin
and wondering, pondering
while sombering,
alive yets death is the sight far from your touch,
Whom I seek is the love not rushed but hushed soft like plush  that write rights with a right that was never left hangin wen pledging their soul infront of christ, is that too much? Im crushed..
A kiss for an eternity thatll leave the waves crashin the rocks on the spot we saw the sun set, a memory distant like mines from you, i rot.
Darken my thoughts seem but the intent to remain the same as the same I was wen we split, I am.
but change came in the appearance,
because im looking more for you than what I left behind.
Because I want a piece of you for me, and not what used to be mine.
You see im just here waiting the scene to take place,
where the rain will tickle my face,
trickle down in my past tears place and trace,
only to see you look back once and tell me I wasnt your mistake,
I made you better , something! Like sometimes It hard to leave when you still have alot to give , but time wasnt in the place to have those gifts be presented,
Now the presence is a wishlist of things thatll never live up too.
Like finding a love like you...


By Emmanuel  jv Hernandez
We stay up all night
to find words that rhyme.
We scribble. We write,
losing track of time.

We stare into space,
deep in thought.
From a child's fairy-tale
to the wars fought.

We can't stay still.
Our fingers, they itch.
With no path to follow,
in dreams we are rich.

We dance and fly
but crash to the floor.
We laugh and cry
with our emotions galore.

Smiling while judging,
we scribble. We write.
From petty love stories
to the furious fights.

Over incomplete lines,
we again lose sleep.
Muttering new words
as we silently weep.

We see the world
the way no one would.
We break the rules
the way no one could.

A new day begins
with all new themes.
"Which one to choose?"
Our minds scream.

We scribble. We write
with bees in our bonnets.
From epic ballads
to the melancholic sonnets.

With passion in our blood,
and a calloused hand,
we are poets.
Together we stand.
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