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 Feb 2015 Sydney Ann
Jeffrey Pua
Love is setting
Both your feelings
     And a person free.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
I'm sorry mommy,
I'm sorry, I'm such a disappointment,
I'm sorry I'm useless,
I'm sorry I'm a disgrace,
I'm sorry I'm antisocial,
Most of all,
                   **I'm sorry I was born.
 Feb 2015 Sydney Ann
Monika
It´s not lust
that brings me to you.
It´s not desire
or need.
It´s not your looks,
attitude,
eyes or smell.

Hands,
body,
mind or soul.


It´s love.
Simple and pure love.
Don´t you see that?
 Feb 2015 Sydney Ann
Selio Aras
I feel as if it is easier
To leave all the broken pieces
On the ground
Instead of picking them up
And putting them back together
Where they must be found.
My name last uttered by stoic soldier pines
they watched me devoured from under lines
my breath last coaxed by a lady all in white
of beauty she would boast and toast my sight
my head last held by a willingness to burn
eyes closed slightly I could not discern, the lessons
I held tightly from the ones I truly learned
If you know me or could see me,
What would you really find,
Inside my soul, within my earth.
Beneath the dirt, among the worms.
In  the darkness of my wonderland
Would you seek the best of me,
And  hold it to the light,
Or could you find the worst of me,
The bits I seek to leave behind.
Poker faces where made to lie,
Your words chew at me from the inside,
Hands wash clean,
Clowns and jokers scream obscene,
Is this really me?
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