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  Apr 2014 BP
lolita
A cage disguised
as reality,
I am in.
No need to scream darling,
no need to shout.
You won’t be heard,
and you can’t get out.
So close your eyes,
and drift away.
  Apr 2014 BP
Xiomara Hussein
I want to be alone,

I want every park bench to be empty and cold. I want to sit on the sturdiness of loneliness and feel the harshness of success. You don’t know me. No one does. I want to travel this city barefoot to feel every struggle and perseverance slip between my toes. I hate my feet. I want to hear the screams of frustrated men and women creeping through the alley. I pray for silence.  I want to feel the wholeness within me spring up with longevity and curiosity. I love to cry. I want you to be here with me holding my trembling hands. I crave to be alone. I dream of a world that I own that consist of just me, I want to run wild and free, while the wind tussles my hair with no mercy. I miss you. I want to remember no one, not even me so that way I can roam in this world with no attachments not even to my pride or standards. Don’t forget me. I want to hear the echoes of the moon whispering to the ****** on the dampened slick grass. I wait for morning. I want to sink my teeth into the tears of the earth, letting it fill the gaps as I slush around the meek but salty taste to feel alive. I have always needed braces. I long for the arrogance of man to cease to exist. I long for their stupidity.  I see you standing there in the middle of my paradise, I see the sun falling down on your shoulders, I see the woman behind you and the crowd of people with her. I see them not knowing who I am and I see there blankness stare of “care”.  I see their smiles inviting me in with yours as it starts to drizzle dreams, gliding down everyone’s pulsating hearts. I walk to you. I want to be alone.
  Apr 2014 BP
Chloé
A long time ago I let my love go
Go to the place I couldn't follow
The place i couldn't reach
I couldn't reach ..
  Apr 2014 BP
tami
Love these days
Is when you look
At your partner
With your eyes

Whether they are
Beautiful or ugly
Thin or fat
Black or white

Love these days
Is not love
It is more like lust
Between the two

Love these days
Doesnt understand
The feeling of
A heartbreak

Love these days
Doesnt feel
The way my heart
Shattered

This is why
I dont believe in
Every single word
You're saying

Because you love
Like how the people
These days
In love
  Apr 2014 BP
Meenu Syriac
Silence
The world around keeps revolving
Standing in the center and seeing it in motion
Faces, humans, people about
Rising and falling
Breaking and making.
I like this spot
Introspecting the humankind.
This silence, it clears my mind.
If we could all talk less
And listen to each other.
Make thus no rambling
Just talk what matters
And listen to what counts.

We could all then listen
To the voices never heard
The cry for a loaf of bread
The little girl who wanted to learn.
The man who never had a roof above his head
And the dying mother, aching for a healing touch.
What selfishness we have taught our children
That only the green can get us through the day.
What hypocrisy we have woven into our legacies of destruction.
Now find ourselves caught in our own web of lies.

Maybe if we could all just hold hands
And keep a moment or two silent
Maybe the cries of help and pain
From far across the desert
Will make its way into our lives .
Maybe then, our eyes will open
To the ignorance we "treasured" all this while
And perhaps then, lend a helping hand.
  Apr 2014 BP
Pushing Daisies
I am by,
Myself again,
Waiting for,
The clock strike.

Talking to,
An empty thread,
A path that's made,
For frostbite.

Frozen drops,
Of morning dew,
A dark force,
That I can't fight.

If you came,
Around again,
Would ice thaw?
It just might.
But Time is a person made concept

— The End —