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 Jun 2016 Phia
Camy Mathews
roses are red,
violets are blue,
and my heart is broken,
but I'm guessing you
already knew that too.
 Jun 2016 Phia
Rockie
Simple Being
 Jun 2016 Phia
Rockie
I laugh,
I cry,
I sleep,
I weep,
I see,
I hear,
I touch,
I feel,
I eat,
I breathe,
I am,
A simple being
-
if you can't feel love
then
you are only breathing*

not living

©IGMS
because
to live
means
to love
this word alone
can't hurt you
but
what makes it painful
are the people
that surrounds it*

©IGMS
society will always
pull you down and label you
but don't listen to them
stand at the middle
between feeling
and thinking
don't mind them
be who you are
and what you will be
playing with fire
was like
sharpening the knife
only just
to cut your own
throat

©IGMS
nothing remains
only just the ashes of
your regrets
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent
 May 2016 Phia
Stephan
.

“Sadness does not come from the falling rain,
but joy from the ability to feel it”



The rain is cold this early dawn
when morning appears in overcast vistas
dampening pathways of mud
gathering my footprints
that happily walk towards you
and the sunny days that wait
in your loving arms,
regardless of the weather
 May 2016 Phia
axr
weltschmerz
 May 2016 Phia
axr
Weltschmerz
ˈvɛltˌʃmɛːts,German ˈvɛltˌʃmɛrts/
noun*
a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness.

reading the newspaper became a chore
don't wanna read about another war
don't wanna read about climate change
no, don't tell me about the dark side of humanity
might as well lose my sanity
i don't want to know about the dead refugees
it only makes me feel more helpless
rivers flowing with filth
guns buried under corpses of the innocent
i'm a sad being behind a laptop screen
dreaming about glory the world will never see
i'm trying out something. please leave your comments below.
 May 2016 Phia
Stephan
.

Love

Why is it that the faster I run towards it
the further away it seems


Love

Am I destined for shadows,
empty masses of luring movements
hiding behind me,
disappearing each time I turn,
fading on a cloudy day
forever just out of reach

            (Your's is the smile
Love
            that makes my smile smile)

Why is my puzzle always missing
that one perfectly fitting piece
that creates a beautiful picture
of a country landscape, an ocean scene at night,
or a heart that is complete,
leaving a gap in my happiness

            (Why can't you see
Love
            it was always you and me)

The last page of a mystery thriller
torn out by the desire to know,
ripped from its binding,
jagged paper edges seeking
a conclusion that doesn’t come from
reading between the lines

            (Every time I wait
Love
            it always is too late)

I sat in a garden
on a beautiful spring day
pulling petals off of a forget-me-not
just hoping she loves me
I should have known the cycle would end with
“me not”

            (I just want to love you
Love
            to show you that it's true)

Maybe if I write it enough times
Maybe if I were a glazed donut
Maybe if I were a fresh cup of coffee on a Sunday morning
Maybe if I were a cocker spaniel puppy
Maybe if I was a soft comfortable pillow
Maybe if I were a poet

Love

Probably not
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