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Dec 2013 Lys

Mirrors

Dec 2013 Lys

Mhmd elHalwani

Mirrors

Finally the mirror's edge no longer cuts my heart,
I stare & glare at mirrors aware, I truly lost my heart,
Though I see myself no more; So strange I still see You,
She Said: " I'm sorry my love, It won't be enough, No matter what you do..."

The echoes of words I've said or heard shall dwell within my mind,
Tears of a curse that only gets worse shall swell and darken my light,
Even if it gets worse, this burden of a curse, will always flourish my love,
You Never Cease, To Always Please, The Sparkling Warmth In My Eyes...

It frightens me, how mirrors can be, so revealing to the truth,
And after all, I cannot fall, regardless of this truth,
My mind believes, that your words relieve, the pain inside my heart,
But My Soul Grieves, And Happiness Leaves, As You Slowly Rip It Apart...

These mirrors show, the pure raw glow, of my soul as it leaves my life,
My soul denies, the obvious lies, as my body quickly dies,
The reflection of my grave, as I turn into a slave, across the mirror flies,
As I Descend, And As Time Bends, I Only See Your Eyes...

Finally the mirror's edge no longer cuts my heart,
I stare & glare at mirrors aware, I truly lost my heart,
Though I see myself no more; So strange I still see You,
I Said: " I'm Sorry My Dear, It's All So Clear, I'll Never Stop Loving You..."

Dec 2013 Lys

Rectify

Dec 2013 Lys

Mhmd elHalwani

Rectify

In theory, we're demoralized,
In practice, neutralized,
But with force we analyze
What happens around us.

Sanctimonious *******
Pulling our plastered limbs
To an ever lasting fight,
Against forces of evil? Where are we?!

Black veils on their faces
Dark tears in the traces
Marked by the graves that are left behind.

Apathetic pathetic pythons biting the bits and piecing the peace that pits you against your brother.

Pompous posers pushing pampered ideas into our polluted brains.

Anti-idealistic contenders competing for riches and a nice comfy throne.

Plausible pseudo-righteous imposers asking for an applause for all the ill-witted words they shed.

Rectify the wrong wriggled reason riddling wibble fed to feeble citizens.

We sit here waiting for divine intervention,
Well divinity's gone! Not to mention the tension,
All these factors and factions, the fact is we're dying, and they're not helping.

Something drives them, something we don't understand, but who has the guts to ask them what it is?

Our blood has become the dividend divided among the not-so-united lands that fall under a geographical, categorized country of hell.

In this hell we live in, we've become minions of liberal less-than-mediocre minds ironically not minding their own business, feeding off of ours.

Intertwined, undermined, understand the outer line, see the truth, feel the crime, freedom's yours. Freedom's mine.

Dec 2013 Lys

hieroglyphs ..

Dec 2013 Lys

miranda schooler

hieroglyphs ..

most people ask me
why aren’t you happy ?
like they’re happy , their spirits bent in the shape of a
smile . fools, who haven’t noticed philosophy ,
or that the heart is a domino , stacked in a line of many .
black dots separated by black lines .
i'm always trying to rub my tender-flesh thumbs across the surface .
my heart is blind , but the braille doesn't translate into blood .

my love for you never seemed to be in english , but in sign-language ; our hands
knew just what to say to keep the happiness flowing with the sweat dripping from our heavy heads .
we held hands in public last week for the first time .
my heart jumped from my chest to my fingertips as your fingertips tapped
i love you in morse code .
i had never felt so bold in my life . i wanted to run down every street corner
with your hand in my fist sceaming "LOOK AT THIS"

my love doesn't know how to be silent yet .
my heart just keeps thumpthumpthumping out of my chest , and i know that if i say the wrong thing
you'll leave .

i told the map in my soul to take me home , but the word error kept covering the screen .
it couldn't find you , so it panicked . i panicked when my blood attacked the dashboard like a
flash-flood .
you always used to be standing next to me . love is not a pair of domino-dotted hands .
love is not a language that my mind or my body understand .

Dec 2013 Lys

Erotic Desires

Dec 2013 Lys

WT Bakelar

****** Desires

No one knows it’s you I admire
No one knows how you inspire
No one knows we will conspire

The hypnotic curve of your hips,
The sultry red of your full lips,
The caress of your finger tips
These things all set my heart afire

The way you smile when you touch me
The way your soul reacts carefree
The way you crave is plain to see
There in sparkling eyes of sapphire

The need in you as strong as mine
The lust is thick as we entwine
The passion seems hard to define
We yield to ****** desires

© Copyright 2012 Wm. Tracey Bakelar - All Rights Reserved

This is a poem that I wrote in 2012. it was plagiarized by Jake Backlund as "our desire"
I have brought it to the attention of the site moderator and hope they remove it from his page and bar him from posting. Nobody wants a plagiarizer on their poetry site, and nobody can respect a person that will steal someone else's work.

Dec 2013 Lys

Don't be such a Stranger

Dec 2013 Lys

Jay

Don't be such a Stranger

C'mon, baby,
slide a little closer
and tell me
exactly what it is
that goes on behind those
eyes.

Dec 2013 Lys

Whole

Dec 2013 Lys

Katrina Wendt

Whole

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.

2011

— The End —