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  Apr 2015 Atta
Javaria Waseem
misfit wanderers lost in their dreams
collecting broken pieces
gluing them with words.

masters in the art of being faceless
singing the songs
of the unheard.

silent souls affected in tragic ways
seeking a painful solace
drowning themselves in the flood.
Atta Apr 2015
i hated my father
a lot
i used to wish i was born fatherless
now i wish he lives longer
he is weak
fragile
but strong
he never cry
or leave me
but i did
now i regret everything
get well soon papa
  Apr 2015 Atta
Sally A Bayan
(haiku x 4)



Sun hides...dips lower
Moon and stars deck the dark sky
Dusk is upon us

Lights.....softly glowing
Drawn curtains are a pale screen
Casting drooping forms...

Voices fill the air
Night, patiently hears the moans
Shame fades at dusk...for,

Dark unites shadows
Cicadas join the whimpers
Wind...comforts the soul...


Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  Apr 2015 Atta
Nessa dieR
You taught me how to  kiss
You taught me how to  love
You taught me how to  lie
You taught me low to  live
*you taught me how to
  cry
you taught me how to  laugh
You taught me how to  touch your cheek
but when you left,
you forgot to teach me how to
  **forget you.
Don't leave me, you ***, i'm not ready, not yet, there's still a semester wrth to learn!!
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