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drip. drop. drip. drop.
hear the pain?
dancing under the purple rain
*

©IGMS
'cause the rain is the bravest of all
for it is not afraid to fall
and you're all deaf
'cause you don't hear
the hurt of
-
and you're all blind
'cause you don't see
the color of
-
the falling purple rain
i just wanted to go home

but everytime i am near
my hands always produce wind
and take the house away

i just wanted to go home

but whenever my mom ask me
if my shirt was inside-out
i felt the leaves of makahiya plant that i ate slowly folding in my tounge
and the thorns burns in my throat

i can't say it! i can't say it!

i'm just really wanted to go home.

but everytime i touched the door
i always find myself at the street
  
sleeping

©IGMS
Makahiya Plant - Mimosa pudica [2] (from Latin: pudica "shy, bashful or shrinking"; also called sensitive plant, sleepy plant, Dormilones or shy plant ) is a creeping annual or perennial herb of the pea family Fabaceae often grown for its curiosity value: the compound leaves fold inward and droop when touched or shaken, defending themselves from harm, and re-open a few minutes later. [3] The species is native to South America and Central America , but is now a pantropical ****. It can also be found in Asia in countries such as Thailand, Indonesia , Malaysia , Philippines , and Jamaica . It grows mostly in undisturbed shady areas, under trees or shrubs. [source:Wikipedia]
I have the very boulder that Sherman stepped over
on his way through Georgia
On my shelf is the stone that Mark Twain laid a ***** boot
upon , walking through Missouri one sunny afternoon
This table holds the rock that blew out the Gainesville town clock in the War of Northern Aggression
In my cupboard sets a brown bottle holding water from the River Jordan
Within the pages of this Bible you will find a leaf from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon , a lock of Lady Godiva's tresses , Betsy Ross's
favorite thimble and a button from the suit of Martin Luther King
himself
Copyright August 16 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I try my best to ignore you,
Yet, here I am, this poem's for you.
I look away when I'm around you,
But I guess you do the same, too.

Ever since we met you struck me;
Whenever you're around, I'm happy,
Yet when you're around I feel awful,
As if what comes next is always terrible.

I see you as a something else,
For you I'm just a statistic.
I know I'll never be a somebody else,
Even so, my heart starts to panic.

Yes, I'll admit it: I'm still in love with you,
Though, still would be just as false,
I never stopped loving you,
Although you never felt it because I am too scared.

And yet here I am, trying to write something,
And yet here I am, expecting,
Though I have always known that it'll be nothing,
At least my hope's still standing.

Euphemism won't hide my message,
Please read between the lines;
I love you, and I'll never change;
I love you, and that's my promise.
I don't care if you ***** from reading "I love you" too much
a crumbling of the floor's cement*
all pieces shall not stay welded
splintering bits in discontent
the plaster no longer melded

all pieces shall not stay welded
unity's oneness going awry
the plaster no longer melded
this being an unhappy fish to fry

unity's oneness going awry
each person in the deck breaks rank
this being an unhappy fish to fry
all of their cohesion well sank

each person in the deck breaks rank
on seeing a leader's madness
all of their cohesion well sank
they'll wake up to ego's badness

on seeing a leader's madness
the plaster no longer melded
they'll wake up to ego's badness
*all pieces shall not stay welded
 Aug 2016 Mysterious Aries
AK93
It's hard for me to start conversation
I'm usually too busy thinking about things I shouldn't say
Or utterly consumed by this sense of dissociation
Yeah, it's been pretty tough talking to anyone about anything these days
Paradise Child is
The world of different
Meaning like paradise
Is vacation
Sometimes poet and poetress
Need a plan called "paradise"
But to get that you
Have to able to feel comfortable
And wisdom.

I tell myself that
I am a Paradise child
To show the universe
That I am who I am
Looking for more information
Contained who is the Paradise
Child?

Paradise is Child
Child is Paradise
Paradise and the world are two
Things I love
And I hope that I am the
Paradise Child.

                      By K-mari ©2016
trolling souls*
so many trolling souls
trolling abides
in their shoe soles

trolling
morning and night
trolling
with oodles of might
trolling
for them is a highlight

trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah

trolling
every which way
trolling
makes their dull day
trolling
the games they play

trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah

trolling
ruining it for others
trolling
the sisters and brothers
trolling
palpably smothers

trolling souls
so many trolling souls
trolling abides
*in their shoe soles
Enjoy the link that's been provided.

https://youtu.be/jcF-1AoDO18
 Aug 2016 Mysterious Aries
ryn
We sat together.
We drank to our youth
and feasted on the present.
What once wasn't,
rapidly grew to form
a future keen.

We sat together.
We counted each one.
Silently wishing permanence
into a band.
What once brought tomorrow,
now only fades into
the mournings of yesterdays.

We sit together...
But our hearts are wedged far apart.
What once flourished...
Now only ***** weakly in stale winds,
conscious but unalive.
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