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 May 2014 Hayleigh
September
you told me once
that sleep deprivation
is the equivalent of
seven shots of whisky.

so i drank your words
on tuesday afternoon
and slammed down
seven shots of whisky
on wednesday night
and watched the sunrise
on thursday morning.

the whisky wore off long ago
but i am still here hoping that
if i stay awake long enough
i will stop dreaming
of you.
i haven't slept in days. why am i still thinking of you
 May 2014 Hayleigh
Basko
I live i die, im all too human
very human, so human ive lost track
of what time it is

The duration of events between my  life and death
is it time? is it life? I'm living and clock's ticking
all the same, so humanly same

time has value, like its money
time is valuable, some formulae told me
time is money, and we run according to it
so human, so humanly insane.
A simple poem for a simple question
Today,
I am getting married to someone else,
I woke up with another man,
I am pregnant with the baby of someone else,
I am a mother of two daughter,
I am old now,
But
My eyes is still searching for you,
My heart is still crying,
My lips have turn pale,
My face looks like crush paper,
My body has become weak,
My soul is waiting for you to make me feel young ,
And
Now its my end,
Now for the last time,i want to see your glimpse,
Now i close my eyes forever,with your picture in my heart.

And for the last time
                 "I still love you"
The poem is about love whom we love recklessly &dream; of spending lifetime each other but things dont go the way we want and the someone we love betrays us ,leave us but still what may be situation no matter whom we are made to tied with but still the one we have loved blindly stay in our heart forever whatever they may have done but nobody can take their place." Love is not measured by money ,looks,***,pleasure,poor etc its the heart which beat everytime we see them, we think  about them ,that their one touch can make us forget everything because of our heart still care"
 May 2014 Hayleigh
billiondays
2 A.M. is for the poets
who can't sleep because
their minds are alive
with words for someone
who's not there

2 A.M. is for the alcoholics,
drinking themselves to amnesia
to forget someone who left

2 A.M. is not for the lovers,
asleep in each other's arms.
It is for the lonely,
the ones who are in love
with the loved but are
not loved in return.

– billiondays
ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords,
And think that you were hard and unkind,
And blame you with many bitter words.
We'll meet again
Behind the sunset
The light of dawn
The hues of blue and pink
We'll meet again

We'll meet again
Behind a bookshelf
Behind a swinging door
Behind your eyelid moves
I see you and
We'll meet again

And when we meet again
Tell me how you feel
When we meet again
Something i found in my journal
 May 2014 Hayleigh
John Stevens
Young Lady Shy
So shy you would cry
We met by and by
Eyes up she did try
Smile wide Lady Shy.

Lady Shy smiled wide
Smiling wide the fear did hide
Less fear now inside
No more knots inside tied.

No more Shy
No more cry
All bye and bye
For Young Lady Sye

She now says HI!

Say Hello!
To Not Shy Sye.
 May 2014 Hayleigh
romane
I am a poet
I take in the world
I appreciate the constellations
I breathe in the scent of rain
I remember the way your soft lips
linger a little longer on my neck
I still feel your hands at my back
pulling me closer to you ever so slowly
The way you kiss my nose
I could write endlessly
What are you?
You are my poetry
 May 2014 Hayleigh
Johnny Huynh
When you are suffering, I help you
seldom time, my life becomes askew.
But when I am in need
my heart is left to bleed.
It is something you never pursue.
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