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 Apr 2015 Ata
Musfiq us shaleheen
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Where I stand
Hundreds of thousands of years,
I see
Among times, a time,
In the form of waves
repeatedly touch my feet on the shore

In one milliseconds
with the speed of light
I go to the back of time
response could kiss my ancestors forehead
Come back again
In front of you

I beg love to you
If you give
After a moment,
An angel carries me to Space
To learn the secrets of creation

I do not know where is the end of the road
not to return home
not even call you at all
But continuing with the dreams
Running from one end to the other end of the universe

Anywhere else in the thought
The outcome beyond what is love
Then Another bunch of waves
Seemed to push my feet again-
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Apr 2015 Ata
Chris
Morning Song
 Apr 2015 Ata
Chris
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I woke up to
a lovebird’s lyrics
sung upon a dewdrop lawn

Touching so
her words did echo
sweet this effervescent dawn

Mesmerized
I listened closely
breezes through my window fell

To her sound
of sunrise blessings
captured swiftly by her spell

I sat down
at my piano
inspired by what I did hear

Found the key
a soft progression
it whispered sweetly in my ear

She filled my heart
with melodies
the feel of love in me did grow

Playing keys
of black and white
so beautiful the sound did flow

Upon my sill
she sang her sonnet
as my fingers played along

The two of us
in harmony
*with her wondrous morning song
 Apr 2015 Ata
LittleFreeBird
There is a
Hairline fracture
In the structure of my being

My life is but a collection of moments
Spent waiting for myself
To
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 Apr 2015 Ata
tap
Selfish
 Apr 2015 Ata
tap
If I were to
collect all the stars
to fashion them into a necklace,
you would slap me on the head
and tell me to return them.

If I were to
steal the moon
and turn it into a comb,
you would toss it back into the night sky
right where it belongs.

I would never be able to
turn the sun into a ring.
I would burn myself before touching it.
But I know you'll berate me,
scold me,
while leading my blistered palms
towards the sink.

I do these selfish things,
steal the treasures of the sky,
thinking that they would make you happy.

I forget that you smile
when you share these treasures
with seven billion other people.
 Apr 2015 Ata
JR Potts
Her Dysphoria
 Apr 2015 Ata
JR Potts
I wrestled with the black sea
that brood inside of her,
but nothing I possessed
could stop that dark tide
from taking her.
The poem is actually a line from a short story I wrote about a man trying to deal with his wife's depression
 Apr 2015 Ata
Lyra
Excuse me, may I have your attention please?
I'm screaming, I'm broken, I'm on my knees.
Everyday is a torture, with frustration and fear,
Close  your eyes and look at me, the end is near.

Excuse me, may I have your attention please?
Destruction and desperation is all I see.
Cuts and bruises are crystal clear,
Close your eyes and look at me, the end is near.

Excuse me, may I have your attention please?
I'm exhausted and empty and begging for release.
Today is a blur and numbness is all I hear,
Close your eyes and look at  me, the end is near.

But no, your eyes are open but you're not looking at me,
Your eyelids are blinking but you don't see;
I was trapped but now I surrender my barriers,
The end is not near, no, the end is here.
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