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 Oct 2014 Annie
Sharina Saad
Why goodbye is always so sad..
The unspoken deep emotion
The longing hearts
The Endless sobs
The Pouring tears
The unanswered questions
Till the person you're reluctant to let go
is back..
Wrap tight in your hug again...

Don't ever say good bye then..
if it is too heart breaking...
to depart..
Just disappear in the thin air..
and never return again..
Just go missing somewhere far...
and never show your face again
so we do not have to bear
this costly emotional wound again...
 Oct 2014 Annie
Me and You
stolen
 Oct 2014 Annie
Me and You
Something is there
That does not love a wall



Credits to Robert Frost
Wind.
whipping at your hair
which writhes alive
as your two narrow wheels
catapult down &
       down
            the grainy earth
            in loose clouds of dust
            while you turn
corners,
trusting rubber treads
to cleave to the trail
as gravity changes
direction.

It's a steep, slick path
and all you hear
is Wind
and all you feel
is Wind
and it's like you're standing
                 still
with an avalanche
of trees
and rocks
and time
crashing past your line of vision
as if planet earth suddenly discovered
it could fly
and at that moment
you discovered
the perfect vantage point.
Steam from a hot drink,
Immersing the nose
With sweet, foreign scents,
Dried ‘neath distant skies.
 
The night thrives outside,
Slipping outside walls,
Through open windows
Comes moonlit breezes.
 
Outside, owls inquire,
In soft, solemn tones,
‘Who, who.’ A question
Without an answer.
 
Though insects cry out,
‘Me meee, Me meee,’ like
They wish the bird spoke
Exclusively to them.
 
And I sit inside,
Listening to lives
I’ll never understand,
Made aloof by the day.
Hark! A sound echoes:
Black-winged flutes crouch on stone
Oddly elegiac.
~Fatus-Roma II~
(Elegiac)
 Aug 2014 Annie
Blake Rogers
Discordant sounds; shrill, jarring,painful.
Two rivers, a valley, a town or two separate me from the cacophony.
I listen closely and still don't hear your blessing.
If it existed at all, it was lost in the air, battered by the chaos.
It's all I listen to anymore, the pandemonium.
It is my wish to ascend, to search from above for the long-sought approval.
I will try for the sake of my own tomorrow.
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