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 Mar 2015
Dark n Beautiful
Even in her late forty it could happen
the joy of her life, the blessing she have been waiting for
She woke up with hope,
the world seem much different
the soft lullabies sweetened her soul:

Dreft is as gentle as a summer breeze,
circle the misty air
even this late her beauty shines,
yesterday tears dry on their own
Keisha breastfeed her baby…
I dedicated this piece to my niece..
 Mar 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
Anything doesn't Come
Today all known roads are blank
All have gone away
Have devoured into
An expanding vast spaces

Beside the Southern window
Sun doesn't laugh anymore
Even you haven't sung no more
As the lonely pied crested Cuckoo

Yet, what makes hope of the birds
When they flying away in the sky,
What prompts this metaphor
Don't understand the pen
Don't know the mind
Not hear the time

When getting out of the lost in the dark
As if there is no space
Between known and unknown
Coal is the same as diamonds
But how beautiful thee songs are!
Spreading light in the darkness

Fascinating with its Form
Wondering to touch
To Catch in the dark
Unclogging the thousands wings of imagination
Bringing a bed of roses
Have laid on the grass
Passing the time to gossip
With the hidden Stars
Under the open Sky

At the end of a thousand
Miles away
Whose face popped
Don't Speak
Don't Laugh
How pensive the faded Classic face!

@Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Mar 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B , creep & patty m

AB
Is it the stems,
Or the leaves,
Telling me,
To tie a noose around the ceiling fan,
Steping near the area,
Try to Contain it,
But I don't really think I can,
Devil got his hand tugging my ***** ,
Playing rebound,
Telling me to forget it all,
With like two rounds,
I don't wanna load with off into my brain,
But the suspense is kicking in,
Somebody get a chair and sit me down,
I don't feel no restraint,
You won't try,
But I ain't,
About to let you take me away from the voice of god,
Begging my pardon,
But At least that's what I think,
When I go near the garden,
TCTLY
Twisting, trailing down
My hands, my arms, 
Down my chest, wrapping around my legs,
They take over.
Each little secret I've hidden all over me,
The scars, the stories, the burns,
All seen by them.

Everything I've worked so hard to conceal,
Long sleeves, long pants, hoodies,
It doesn't matter anymore.
Theyve seen it all.

Each and every scar, 
Reopened.
All the tears,
Wet again.
The burns
Bursting with agony.
But with all that pain,
Its freeing.
Everything was held inside...
But now,
These... things
They have opened the unthinkable,
All of the things inside spilling out uncontrollably.
The mistakes and fears that once made up all of me,
Its flooding out of me.
I'm feeling 
Lighter....
And lighter...
And now I'm finally gone.
PM
soulless, 
you are the reason
coldness comes creeping
deranged and completely changed

put it down
put down that gun
the bullets that you load
when did your heart turn to stone
when did you grow so cold?
Mistaken, forsaken
innocent and yet condemned
I'm judged without a jury
for the rules that your amend

put it down 
put down the knife
ease your anger 
and lingering strife
I'm not the enemy
I'm just your wife

blood it seeps so slow
no need to hurry now
it has no place to go
as it puddles here
staining my matted hair
a halo of red 
I shouldn't have stayed
I should have fled. 
Innocent and forgiving
I lost my chance of living

put it down,
put it down to caring
I didn't even cry out
when it was my skin
you were paring

Such a shame
that you turned insane
was it ***** or pills
that twisted your will 
made you want to ****
the one person who loved you most.
no matter
it's shattered
and now it's null
like the last scrambled thought
in my fractured skull. 

I grant you pardon
now freed from your 
demonic garden
what thoughts grow in your mind
are they still benign weeds
like your horrible misdeeds
that multiply over time?
You do not know what is now-a-days
 Mar 2015
Joseph Paris
Dreams Cannot Live In the Bright of Day
Dreams cannot live in the bright of day.     What the world calls hope is nightbound,     And reaps the whirlwind.     Fast speeds the night;     Fast comes the day.     Fortunes in feeling are squandered in broad daylight.     Moon-tossed dreams of Kate navigate the night.     Though thoughts of you never die,     Fast flies the day;     Fast dies the night.
 Mar 2015
Joseph Paris
As pained as we may be physically there is no greater hurt than a poet living in a poemless age
.~Christi Michaels~March 2015~

~ present in many forms ~
~ insidious mindset of need ~
~ casting tenticled web ~
~ once pulled in ~
~ your wrapped ~ trapped ~
~ doesn't have to be a substance ~
~ something you ingest ~
~ forced into your body~
~ through innocent skin ~

- one can be addicted~
~to the desire of love ~
~ yearn of recognition ~
~ appreciation ~
~ validation ~
~ exhausted ~ heart wrecked ~
~ eventually ~ there is no rest ~
~ illusions ripped away~
~ you're left with ~
~ destruction ~ malfunction~
~ you've become sick in every way ~

dependant devotion
does no one any good.
when it's used to try to fix things
that can't be fixed by you
It's a difficult lesson to learn
letting your loved ones fall
to realize the truth
That lays beneath it all



Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
~ω~⊙~ω~ dependant devotion ~ω~⊙~ω~
 Mar 2015
mads
the bark where we carved our lilac promises fade,
the touch of your black night hair that day stings my mind.
fleece blanket,
count the stars.
stars in heaven,
stars on your tongue.
the bark where we carved out lilac promises may fade,
but your starry tongue and midnight hair.
with me,
it will remain.
CW warmup: wrote a poem using the words bark, hair, fleece, and sting :3 you guys try it and tag me in your poems :)
When the dust swirls in the March wind
the forlorn noon is thick with flames of the forest
and the meadow sighs in gold yellow sun

my eyes seek Krishna in that aching void.

She grazed the cows from morn till twilight
and though eldest among the siblings
she was schooled only in the blazing days
learning to pull her herd to greener pasture
venturing into marshes none would dare tread.

Not one groom could be found for her
bypassed she was for her fairer sisters
that went to school grew up were married
and ushered new inmates to the world.

Then a few summers past
when I had almost forgotten her
I saw her forehead smeared with vermilion.

But why she had to come back
playing once again the shepherd girl
gathering them for home at dusk
crooning aaaaaa….oooooo…..

I don’t know if Krishna went back to her husband
for after a few days she wasn’t seen again.

Only the winds howled in the forlorn noon
and the little shepherd girls who came after her
whispered she had at the in-laws
hung herself from a tree.
 Mar 2015
Reshnia crimson
Dripping off petals
Of silky soft red
Standing tall and strong
In an earthen bed

Running down the stem
Covered in knives
Off of one bush
Comes many more lives

Each small red gem
Silently sleeping
The dew running down
As if silently weeping

Mist hangs in the air
The white breath of the earth
While calm and peaceful
Also seems to drain the mirth

The tight weeping bud
Awakens to dawn
Stretching its petals
At the birds morning song

Sunlight rains down
On the silky red flower
The energy to live
That it does devour
 Mar 2015
Reshnia crimson
Crashing on rocks
A salty spray
Rising and falling
Each passing day

Beating on rocks
Turning then smooth
A crashing song
That seems to soothe

Sitting on the beach
Dark clouds hang above
This soothing tune
Made for both sorrow and love

Oh, how the vast ocean
Makes my life small
My problems seem no longer
So very tall

The tears on ny face
Drops in the sea
Not all that different
Both wet and salty

dripping, dripping
Gone with the tide
The huge ocean
Shrinking my already small pride
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