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 May 2015
Realeboga M
...
I don't understand why I'd come here.
But they told me to lighten up, to live but they don't understand.
They just don't get it.
I look up to see the fire dance,
With a sense of freedom in its own little cage,
Filled with so much rage, yet portrays such a beautiful rhythm.
I see a boy across me,looking at me,
His eyes flashing with emotions, each trying to get the bigger spot,
Pain, Sadness, Confusion, Guilt all thrashing in on him.
I see him gulp his alcohol burning his throat and he looks to me.
In his eyes, dare I say it...
I see hope.
I guess it's true what they say.
As I see a traumatising story surge through his eyes to mine.
I wonder, Does the Broken only Understand the broken?
I give him a faint smile and wave.
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
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Here's a special
Birthday wish
To a special girl
She was one of the first to
Like my poetry
But this is not
The reason I
Wish to honor her
In this way.

She's been thru some
Very hard times lately.
Those who know her
Know she's a sweetheart.
And they know what is
Happening in her life.

She's always encouraged me
And many other people.
Poets who are new to the site
Or unknown.

I'd like to dedicate
The following write to her!

**Unknown

I put my pen to paper
The ink flows from my heart
I write about my grief and pain
My life is torn apart

I put up my poetry
On a website yesterday
Hoping someone'd read it
I could only pray...

At first nobody read it
I was going to cry
Then I got a yellow lightning bolt
TGWLY!

She greeted me and thanked me
For sharing my words
I really felt for the first time
That they were truely heard

I just want to thank her
For taking precious time
And playing a very crucial role

The life she saved was *MINE.
Please help Melz (TGWLY) if you can...

www.gofundme.com/r5wnpsd5
Your eyes be given to the Great Beholder
His days are your thousand years.
You are but a breath;
But here I am, to stretch out
Every pile of your foundation.
Only by grace, never will you be pit-slipped.

Let darkness be not proud of itself
I have come to bring halt those terrors
Even those rebellious thoughts of yours
All together, they’re leeches to your soul;
I will arise your soul instead,
Only if you let me change your heart.

I never am distant, let me hold your life;
You can breakthrough the dark in defense
I’ll arise with His Light, w/ the Heaven’s army
And we shall meet as my Kingdom come.

Bright is the moon; impure are the stars
But you are ever-special to me
Never had your course be shifted
By the Throne Beholder.

I’ve known you very well,
Truth, I give to You
I am your Blood Donor.
You breathe, “Yahweh”
For I have restored our entity.

Never will I leave my heritage,
Coz you are my heritage,
And inside of you is a living generation.
You are more than my life; you are my life.
*Only, will you allow me be your life?
 May 2015
Cecil Miller
Did you ever wonder,
Like I always wondered,
What kind of love
Story you would have?

It was hard to imagine,
I've come from so far away...
We are surrounded by war,
But we make each other laugh.

We laugh,
We laugh,
We laugh,
We laugh...

She is the color
Of the sun when it sets,
A hazy bronze hue-
She is my breath.

She's from the desert
Far beyond the sea-
She could be from Heaven.
She is an Angel to me.

To me,
To me,
To me,
To me...

I'm just a man.
I came here to find my way.
Our families won't approve.
We'll love each other anyway

(We love each other any- anyway.)

Our customs are different.
As different as night from day.
Traverse the dymensions.
I'll meet you halfway.

We shoot across the sky,
And answer the riddle.
How could we make love?
We kiss in the middle.

Kiss in the middle,
Kiss in the middle,
Kiss in the middle,
Kiss in the middle.
A few days ago, a friend e-mailed me a musical recording that he and his brother had worked up. He gave me a working title of Kiss in the middle and an idea of a long-distance relationship. I was invited to write a treatment for the lyrics. I had the idea of star-crossed lovers over a cultural divide. The narrator is perhaps American or British...he joins the military to venture out in the world and find himself. He ends up in the sands of the war-torn middle east. That is where he meets his love. Moreover, he is a mere man at heart but. Feels she is inbued with a celestial purity. The first two verses he is telling the reader about it. The last verse, he is encouraging very directly to his love that they meet on a cultural median where they Kiss in the Middle. This is a first draft, and as it is further collaborated will probably change drastically. I hope you like it. Copyrights to lyrics by Cecil Miller. 5/15/2015
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
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The unsung heroes
They work every day
Without complaint
At a job with low pay.

There are not many are out there
Who place their laurels
On the person who's right
But ends a quarrel.

It takes a person
Internally strong
To accept a defeat
And say they were wrong!

Those little things matter!
But don't get much ink
Like the husband who shaves
And cleans up the sink!

The mother who picks up
The toys from the stairs
The wife who cleans drains
And removes the hair.

The child who sees
That grandma is old
And therefore replaces
The toilet roll!

The boyfriend who remembers
The day of first date
A girl who pays dutch
To help out her mate.

Remember that you
Are needed and wanted!
So many small tasks
Are taken for granted.

At last the bell
Is taken and rung
For the persons who do this...

... *the heroes unsung.
SoulSurvivor
5/11/2015


And thanks to all the people
Who comment and repost
Even when they are not read!
I don't have a lot of time
Right now... I wish I could read
More. You folks really matter to me!

~~~
 May 2015
AK Bright
Too often, what many perceive as love
is merely attraction
Attraction will fade
love will grow stronger
love is not an emotion, it is a commitment
 May 2015
PrttyBrd
We are not that, they, them, or us
We are I
We are me
We drag others behind us and call them friends
We surround ourselves with people who think we are more than we see
With people who are less than we
For alone, I am...invisible
Unseen, it remains unreal
Masks of faith
Worn out by the faithless masses
There is truth in the worn out, "I am nothing without you"
In We, I matter
In We, I exist
Without an audience it isn't a show
We are I
51515
 May 2015
Ann M Johnson
I count the minutes until we can be together
You are missed my friend
  My first love
  I knew it from the moment I first picked up a pen
You never judge me
  You seem to always love me
You make sense out of every silly thought
  In fact at times you turn the weirdest ideas
  Into an inspired work of art
  For these reasons and so many more
  I will love always love you
  I will come visit you soon  
   When  I get to take a study break
   Hopefully soon for sanity's sake
   Lets plan for June
   I will meet you soon
   I will bring a notebook and pen
   My love and friend
    Your name is like a sweet melody
    POETRY <3
This is dedicated to  ALL OF YOU< POETRY FRIENDS
Who also love the written Art of Poetry!!!!
She loves deep
Hates even deeper
Rejection is near
And scares her
A last resort
She's desperately in need
Of something to lift her up
Stop the chance that she'll bleed
It's a scary life she leads
She runs, she pushes and she cries
It's more than she can handle
But she continuously tries
She asks herself these questions
How does she survive?
How does she fake the lies?
What could she possibly do
To hide her truth in disguise?
There is no where left to run
Her fears are all coming true
She knows her life is coming undone
There's nothing left she can do
The life she had is finally through
www.gofundme.com/r5wnpsd5
Im begging you to check this out.. Please
 May 2015
Christopher KD
I like to think
you could love me;
scars, bruises, and  all.
Every notion of your being;
the charcoal that feeds this flame.
Pulsing. Radiant. Throwing  heat  from
thick  cast  iron  walls—  my  heart:
Cellar­-ridden,  half concealed.
Juvenile-  petty in nature.
Still, capable  of  love.
Of this, I am certain.
Regardless, I can
never offer the
love that you
deserve...
 May 2015
Brian Payamps
Living in a world where is based on what you have then who you are. Where everyone is different in the same way. So who really is unique? Where attraction is based what you give not what you bring. Poetic justice doesn't exist. Burning down a city is not really freedom. But who am I to preach, if I sin every day. Why would God forgive? In a world where everything is for sale even self esteem I'm still having a issue with mine. In a world where everything is for sale but I won't buy. I still believe in being me. Lost touch with the art but I still believe in me. Lost the love for the world but I still dream. Lost the one, she wasn't the Poetress I was looking for. **** this new world.
At 13 I dreamed of a million... at 23 I see money is not everything. But in this new world money is everything and everything has a price.
 May 2015
Marka Acton
Studying the Book of Ezra
Noticing the lines of genealogy
The men and sons are listed.
No women or daughters
Unless they sing or serve.

Then it started, ANGER
In Your salvation history
What are women?
Nothing? Chatel? Slaves?
How can You forget us?

The wheels spun faster as I read
About the foreign women
Who were “put away with their children.”
Rage at the injustice!
The first Salem Witch Trials?

As I was ranting, it was as though
Darkness fell within.
I knew this place,
Had lived most of my life here.
Unbelief is existing within a vacant black shadow.

I will not return to this void!
I will open my heart in loving confidence.
I cannot understand an infinite God.
I am; all women are made in His image.
WE ARE CHOSEN!

As the Father loves me, so I also love you; abide in my love. I have told you this so that my joy might be in you and your joy might be complete.          
                      John 15: 9, 11
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
10W*

as
i
watch
the
rain
falls
and
freezes
into

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