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  Oct 2016 Madonna Suchak
Ysabel Cruz
You never really know what’s coming,
a small wave, a big one.
Life is surprising,
because someone came along.

With every crash of a wave,
the stress is washed away.
Every minute spent with you,
I have faced the earth, brave.

The day arrived when I had to wear my veil,
a beautiful white lace of purity.
This day embarks us to set sail,
of our moments of gentle charity.

It may be inevitable,
for the high tides to drown us away.
Let’s not make our impulses irrevocable.
Together we can fight the days of gray.

Waves don’t die,
same as my love for you.
Look at the sky,
the stars shine for me and you.
A poem I wrote for the 50th anniversary of my grandparents.
  Oct 2016 Madonna Suchak
Nathan
Imagination
The realisation
That fantasy
Is much better than reality
  Oct 2016 Madonna Suchak
Ramin Ara
I always laugh
At the ways
Of time
Wondering at all
Its uneven
and crooked
  Oct 2016 Madonna Suchak
Mazen Edlibi
Who should I blame!
What should I blame!
I am the Ground of those Feelings!
I am Holding that Heart!
I am Carrying that Soul!
                         So....
Should I Blame Myself!
Should I Blame God for the purity in my Essence!
I can't Renounce my Pleasure of feeling my Pain!
I can't Ignore those Wounds!
They are Me!
I can't be Dead Anymore!
I feel alone
but i'm not..
I hurt
but no one is hurting me..
I just don't feel right
I don't belong here
the lingering question, why..
Why do I feel this pain..
I want it to go away
Trying so hard, but it just comes back so much stronger
Pulling down
Knowing my weaknesses
I cry..
but no tears
Just left with broken pieces on the ground that I can't pick up..
  Oct 2016 Madonna Suchak
SG Holter
All the ones I
Love the most have

Someone they love
More than me.

The truth of it is
Beautiful;

That lonely knowing
Sets me free.

The legless fly,
The voiceless sing.

There's love in every
Living thing.

And in that love
I bask and laugh,

Composing my own
Epitaph:

All gods are real, and
Therefore none,
and

Hell hath merely
Room for one.


All the ones I love
The most

May barely know a
Man from ghost.

I love their rains, their
Suns and soils,

Their loving others form
The spoils that go

To me right where I
Stand to see:

I need not even
Me.
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