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 Nov 2012
shaqila
I wrap you around with my wings,
Do you feel the warmth?
I enclose you so that your
Head lies on my ******* of feathers.
I am your angel sent by the universe,
Because you asked, I came,
You asked to be loved,
I love you,
You asked to be comforted,
I comfort you,
You asked to be forgiven,
God forgives you, Forgive yourself,
You asked where was my angel then,
She was a little late in the making,
I am here now,
Rest, son, rest, as they say on earth,
It will be okay!

© shaqila 21, 11, 2012
 Nov 2012
Olga Valerevna
the long grass tickles my back as we lay beneath the sun's warm blanket
in this place, who I am and what we are become one and the same if we just let

let's play here together
please stay near forever

because I need you, see, like these fields need the rain
put your roots in my ground and we'll harvest the grain
A lover's poem I guess.
Title taken from a song by The Dear Hunter
 Nov 2012
DieingEmbers
Nightmares
wearing hobnailed boots
kick the **** out of my sweetest dreams
silencing the laughter of my inner child
stomping mouths
full of broken teeth
and screams
pleading eyes once bright
stubbed out
like half smoked cigerttes
and fingers broke
that dared signal for mercy
from the beating met
bodies that danced
now twitch
in final painful throes
as they lie
trampled
beneath onslaught of blows
yet in death
the peace once sought
is found
for insomnia has no hold
on those that sleep
beneath the ground.
 Nov 2012
Mary G
I cannot decide how I feel
And I know this poem is going to **** more than listening to bad singing
But I just need to word *****
Life is a complete **** show
And yet we keep trying to improve it
Trying to improve ourselves
Fixing the mistakes of the past,
Or making them worse.

At the end of the day,
There are still people that are sad
There are still people that are mad
There are still people that hate
There are still people that make me wonder what could make them see the world the way they do.

But yet, I love living
Because I love myself
And I guess what I am trying to say is...

I wish someone would love me back.
 Nov 2012
Lucky Queue
Is a true hero one like Superman?
Name spread across the front page
Bold symbol blazoned across his chest
Or maybe a hero is like Batman
Operating in the shadows
Name barely dared whispered by evildoers
On the off chance he'll appear.
Perhaps a heroine is like Oracle
Helping from behind the scenes
Relaying crucial information
Maybe Daredevil is,
Defeating personal as well as social
Obsctacles, physical and mental
But no, I think a true hero is brave
Or kind or welcoming or even
Small-scale rebel or revolutionary
And needs no emblem shot into the skies
Needs no great ceremony of recognition
Or semblance of public thanks
Just a smile, or the thought that
A life has been changed for the better.
In our world of big names, curiously, our true heroes tend to be anonymous. In this life of illusion and quasi-illusion, the person of solid virtues who can be admired for something more substantial than his well-knownness often proves to be the unsung hero: the teacher, the nurse, the mother, the honest cop, the hard worker at lonely, underpaid, unglamorous, unpublicized jobs. -Daniel J Boorstin
 Nov 2012
Lucy Tonic
Alcoholic writer is a brand
But is worthy of monuments
Schizophrenic mind, neurotic head
Pull out the monsters from under the bed
And give them a home in your story

You’ve got to feel it in your bones
Said the artist of integrity
They ***** a crucifix, they dig your grave
Later they’ll analyze how you behaved
And build you temples of worship

No one wants to be a fossil
In the backwoods of one’s own skull
In a world that pushes you away
Then in death embraces your way-
That kind of imitation is not flattery

So support your fellow man
While he’s still kicking
Buy him a drink
Ask him to think
And get his autograph on a ***-soaked napkin
 Nov 2012
shaqila
I need to pen a poem about him,
As he wanders in circuses far and wide,
He makes the people laugh and
Cry in delight,
With his pink hair and red nose,
He is quite a sight,
He sometimes rests after a day of entertaining,
But after the facade is wiped out, only droopy lips remain,
He wonders how and when the sun sets and rises,
Like a lost lamb, he sometimes bleats softly to see if anyone hears,
Standing tall but feeling small,
He walks the paths of many gone before,
He makes the whole world laugh yet waits for the one who will make his soul smile
I see him,
And willingly meet him in the silence of the wired worlds,
Where words abound and sense of time is gone.
;)

© shaqila
 Nov 2012
mads
you know what love is

but you're a devil heart,

that will never share

secrets of a heartbeat.

and I know that look

in your eyes,

already planning ways

to tear out my heart

to taste the pulsing flesh.
 Nov 2012
Edgar Whitman Wilde
Morning is reborn in broken sentences

Like the sound of skin

In a summers trickle of dispute

Covers all in a swaddling shroud

A falcon leaves flies away

With shreak tells all

There is nothing here

But this abandoned boy
 Nov 2012
Sheeda
Though the sun may outshine you during the day
Your light and his can't compare

You are a star who transcends time
Night's diamond of beauty so rare.

As I see you now, I see your past
It is as it was, shining true.

Remark my words as I send myself
A million light years to be next to you.
 Nov 2012
Tilly
"Never knock upon my door!"
Only unwelcome visitors, and death, do that.
Left ajar, let me greet you,
from within.
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