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 Aug 2015 mazzy
caroline
19th
 Aug 2015 mazzy
caroline
then it just stopped. the movement, the loudness of her world, silenced. her finger tips quit brushing my skin and her breaths became softer each time. longer than the one before. she grew still. and while i laid there, chest pressed against hers, i realized i had found the one thing ive searched for all my life; home.
 Aug 2015 mazzy
Neex
I'm tired,
So tired,
Of myself,
Of life.

I'm complicated,
Too complicated,
Help yourself,
Stay away from me,
It hurts not only you,
But also me.

I'm clingy,
Never obsessed,
Though that might be your perception of me.

I expect too much,
Seemingly naive,
But I know how it all ends,
I know what always comes,
I know I'll bleed from my eyes,
But I still dive into salt.

Friendships only ever hurt me,
Relationships come back to haunt me,
For I know my insignificance,
In an immense amount of lives,
Yet I blindly dream,
That I might hold importance.

I know how it all ends,
Yet I dream,
And I never stop,
Maybe I'm just naive.

I have OCD,
My mum didn't believe me,
Perfect symmetry is my ideal,
No one understands it.

No one understands me,
I think so badly of myself,
I take some jokes secretly seriously,
I care too much about your thoughts of me.

I'm used for my talents,
Then disregarded.

With music,
I'm not to mess with,
My hands,
They apparently hold magic.

People tell me to be positive,
When I think that way,
What happens,
Is the opposite.

My heart holds supposedly false hope,
Though I hope with all my heart,
And so exude happiness unconsciously
I hurt for no reason,
Can't even pour it all out in my art.

I'm tired,
So tired,
I'm complicated,
Too* ******* complicated,
So stay away from me,
*If you want to ever be free.
Well I'm sorta empty now...
 Aug 2015 mazzy
brandon nagley
Locketh me up
Throw me in prison:
I'm in love dear sir
Oh didn't I mention?



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Aug 2015 mazzy
brandon nagley
Up aloft
Mount malindang:
I tasted her syrup
I drank her tang.

She spoke Tagalog
I understood her slang;
I cut mine own wrist's
To taketh her pain's.

And in the sun
Neath the rain;
She couldst smile again
As ourn eye's stared, no blink.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Aug 2015 mazzy
Sally A Bayan
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 


When still, there was light,
not one of them was in sight
they hang upside down
certain not to fall on the ground
this very moment, i  hear their wings flap
deep into the night, they won't stop
here, there...they fly...so alive...so brave,
as they emerge  from shielded nests and caves

i feel them...but do they feel me?
i hear them...do they hear me?
i am not too far from their realm
between us stands a concrete wall, high and firm
do they know that at night, like them,  I stay awake?
amassing all the strength i can...to fight the ache?

my own shaded presence weighs over my head like a block
i sail on long rivers of angst and despair, during nights so black...
see, this has made me oblivious, of my fear of the dark

as first light comes...tiny bursts of rays peep, and start to spread
what little dark is left, they rush, then hide from the light they dread
silenced, as sun is upon us...this life of theirs, they never intended
and i, through the day, must appear as a super hero...impenetrable
for the others, see me with strength, unwavering...dependable

i often wonder if my courage is feigned
was this acquired from an avalanche of pain
kept from long ago
that i just couldn't show?
if so, why do i feel at times, that my efforts are in vain?

late, late hours, i gather every drop  of courage
as these sharp-eyed bats in flight, fearlessly crash...as if in outrage.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^batsinflight^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Sally

­Copyright August 8, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Aug 2015 mazzy
Sally A Bayan
(haiku x 4)



Sun hides...dips lower
Moon and stars deck the dark sky
Dusk is upon us

Lights.....softly glowing
Drawn curtains are a pale screen
Casting drooping forms...

Voices fill the air
Night, patiently hears the moans
Shame fades at dusk...for,

Dark unites shadows
Cicadas join the whimpers
Wind...comforts the soul...


Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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