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 May 2016 PJ
Taylor
Mosaic
 May 2016 PJ
Taylor
With every new person I meet
I will spend my time picking them apart,
in hopes of finding pieces of you among
the wreckage.

And when I finally have all the pieces,
I will spend how ever long it takes
rebuilding a replica of you
into a mosaic of the person I fell
in love with more and more each day.

It would never live up to the real you,
but at least I would still have something
to hold onto while you're busy holding
someone else.
Twin stars:
"They smiled and smiled
With all rainbow colours,
Exuding felicity upon
The skies.
#A Classical Cinquain Poem
#pulchritude
#starry eyes
 May 2016 PJ
Valsa George
At times I wander far….
Far away from all human habitats
Away from all prying eyes
Following the bent
Of my vagrant inclination;
Into Nature’s sylvan pockets
To places studded with trees
To the tranquil ***** of the woods
Or
Onto the heights of bald looking hills
Where shrubs struggle to strike root
From the cleft of rocks and ledges
Where in hollows, wild bushes grow in clusters

To watch the shreds of hovering mist
To gaze upon piles of sailing clouds
To shout loud and whistle long
And to listen to the hills
Mimicking my own sound

There I will hop and jump,
Like a sprightly forest fawn,
As I don’t fear
Either the silently gliding streams,
Or the clump of swaying trees,
The host of wild flowers,
Or the monstrous mossy rocks,
Either the birds or the beasts

Never will they watch my cranky pranks
And call me a loony
As here my own men might do!
 May 2016 PJ
Slur pee
Mundane, monotonous days
That I waste away,
Always looking through a haze.
In a daze, with no emotions on my face.
Without a trace of consciousness in my eyes.
Absent of the sparkle,
That signifies I'm alive.
I only know that I live because I wish to die.

Monotonous, mundane days
That I struggle to get through,
Even though it's the same
As yesterday,
And all the days before.
Awakening to a play
In which I have to perform.
I'm just a robot programmed to act,
Like a human being with his life intact.

-SLuR
 May 2016 PJ
tamia
these good days never end with a spark like they start
what was once resounding laughter fades into hushed tones
favorite crass comments said as jests are forgotten
endless conversations diminish to hazy thoughts left unsaid
different hands that fit together forget one another's touch
and these days disappear like the moon does at dawn

these good days never end with a spark - they dwindle slowly
but at least there is time for one to wave goodbye to them
 May 2016 PJ
tamia
unknown?
 May 2016 PJ
tamia
needless to say, you were an anomaly to me
nights and nights i scrutinized the case of your being
you were the stuff of high school dreams, wishes made in lonely desperation
and suddenly here you were, so close i could see you

i had thought i cracked the code and you were no longer a mystery
you had become a book i read a million times over
but no matter how many words you wrote down just for me
i could never comprehend the meaning between the lines of who you were

for days and days i longed to listen to what went on in your mind
but it turns out you had always been the one listening to what went on in mine
 May 2016 PJ
complexify
Thief
 May 2016 PJ
complexify
Once upon a time
There was a boy.

He was happy
With himself
Until the thief came.

The thief stole nothing
From the boy
As he doesn't have anything
But his heart.

But the thief
Wanted something for herself
So she decided
His heart will be her fortune.

And so
The thief tries to steal it
She tried and tried
Looking for it
Everywhere she can ever imagine
But she never could.

×

One day
The thief gave up
And decided to ask the boy
'Where is your heart?'



'Isn't it with you all this time?'
The boy replied
As he gave her a smile.
Spontaneously came to mind.
 May 2016 PJ
Michael Blonski
Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars
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