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 Jul 2015
Madeysin
And I will, read your works. Knowing which one was for me, when theres dots between the words & phrases begin to hyperventilate. About kisses & vortexes. Piano keys, and bad impressions. And all I will think about, is all the love we left. Between those paw print sheets...
Hope you get published. I'm not even caring or careful. There was no expression of emotion when you came aback. Nothing. I feel nothing. Except that Iost an awesome friend
 Jul 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
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Then I never saw you
even didn't hear that song again
how everything got lost in uncertain
begins the rules of funeral  

Those morning dews,
how beautiful  the silver shines!
surely lost after a few hours
ah! the dreams grew and lost in daylight  

Moonlight falls on this large meadow
Certainly clears my distinct shadow
what a brightness in the face of horizon
get lost after the clouds covered

Hope grows love
where river moves towards the upstream
when loses
the time, untimely  

Love is a foolish pride
Find after lost,
as the day within the days,
daily

Lonely time as the pain of the poetry
In words, paper of poetry submerged
Find thy, say into the darkness
what a restless mind, drunk!
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jul 2015
Cecil Miller
Stiletto heels and a push-up bra,
Hair piled high, bleached and toned and all…
That’s the way you used to shuffle around,
But you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

Who’s that a’ worrin’ bout them wrinkles and lines?
Is that the same broad who fell for all his lines?
Well, since he left you all you do is frown.
No, you ain’t done much since your man went to town.

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you
Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,
But you picked the one who was known all around.
Now,  you ain’t known much since your man went to town.

(Interlude)

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you
Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,
But you picked the one who was known all around.
Now, you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

Whatcha gonna do when the rage runs high,
When the last tear falls cause the well has dried?
Whatcha gonna do when the sun goes down,
Cause you ain't slept much since your man went to town.

What’cha gotta to do to make it right
Is take your piece out of your purse, it’s a Saturday night.
What’cha gotta do is shoot him down,
‘Cause you cry too much since your man went to town.
Please, do not use me work to buy, sell, trade or findraise for this or any other site. I posted an early draft of these song lyrics and was pleased at how well recieved it was. Shortly before I put it on this site I added a stanza before the finale in the second verse, then turned it over to my music partner to work with. Then the computer my work was on crashed. I had not backed up the files. I wanted the lyrics up on hellopoetry because I had just discovered the site, so I gave you the earlier draft that I had. Earlier tonight, while visiting my partner's home studio, I remembered to grab the copies of this, and some other songs he is working on for me. I think the additional stanza adds increase to the momentum of the story this peace is telling. For me, it is the emotional clamax in this version, and the final stanza, though descriptive of an extreme action, becomes the denumont. There is also a new balance of  the architecture in respect to the eveness of stanzas in both verses. (At times, I tend to put great emphasis on the importance of song structure. I have ever since I realized how important structure is to a song.)
I hope you enjoy it.
 Jul 2015
Liis Belle
A different skin tone
A different tongue
What does it matter?
We’re all born young –
Innocent and naïve
Until the world infects
Our minds and makes us harm
The world we should protect

A different belief
A different home
But what is the difference
Between “Hi” and “Shalom”?
Or “As-Salamu Alaykum”
And “Peace be with you”
In the end we’re all humans
Christian or Muslim or Jew

And it’s all rather silly
If you care to think it through
How we need to differentiate
And separate me and you
Just because we were born
In a slightly different place
Into a different religion
Into a different race

‘Cause we’re humans and we bleed
The same colour of red
We need the same things
To be loved and fed
Even if I lived a world away
It matters not in the end
We’re all in this together
You and me, my friend
 Jul 2015
Miranda Renea
They say, "love is a drug"
Yet condemn us when
We use another in the
Absence of a heart's tug.

To me, it seems this is
An immense hypocrisy.
A wound; old as ancient
Chasms and humanity.
Josiah Jack
never uttered a sound
when they dragged him away
from the scene.
when his poor body
was eventually found,
the treatment endured,
had been mean.

With no tongue in his head
they had left him for dead.

With a month
on his back,
he did indeed
contemplate.
Only sin
“he was black”
hence forth
this weary state.

They attacked in the night,
hooded and white.

All in all
he was
lucky
to be
breathing at all,
all because
he was plucky,
all because
he stood tall.

A ***** they said
should lower his head.

Were they hooded
for fear?
Were they hooded
in shame?
Most likely,
once covered,
they could hide
of their name.

If things were so right,
why hide out of sight?

Bravery isn't
a word for the ****,
Cowards,
this word comes to mind.
Bravery comes
when there's only one man,
not one
with ten more stood behind.

I will strike in a pack
with someone watching my back.

Their plan
was to ****,
this man
Josiah Jack.
Perhaps they
get a thrill
when someone
cannot fight back.

They get real loud
when they join with the crowd.

Josiah
knew well
that if he
raised a hand
his kin folk
would feel hell
from this
unruly band.

So he did not fight
but gave in to his plight.

They think
they were hidden
beneath that
white hood,
Josiah's hearing
is sound
and his
memory is good.

So when things are forgot,
he will take of his lot.

That's exactly
what happened,
as they lay
in their bed.
The flames hurled
with fury
the sky
filled with red.

This man barbequed them like fish on a rack
and no one put it down to Josiah Jack.
13th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 Jul 2015
Sydney Ann
Why does every emotion live across the street from me?
I stare every day
over my morning coffee in this blank apartment
trying to stay awake,
alive.
And the apartment across the street has a window,
an open window,
and I spy inside and glimpse the colors.

I remember having those here living with me.
How though
can I trust memories of feelings I've forever lost to the next building?
Can I?
I feel their echoes.
But when I go downstairs the pancakes will be flavorless and
blandly white with gray thick
nothing syrup
drizzled all across them. I'll have to eat
to stay alive
but don't think I like it one bit.
 Jul 2015
Tupelo
You’ve got Orion in your eyes,
Shimmering and stumbling
all the way home
You with the audacity to live
To breath every northern wind,
Holding the ocean in your palms,
Arms stretched out waiting for
someone to grab on,
Journey to your moon and back again,
rub the cosmos on your gums,
Just like it was your first time
 Jul 2015
Lost
Suicide,
Last in life,
Cannot find,
My own meaning.

Wish I knew,
What to do,
Cos I'm drowning.

I call her up,
Won't give up,
I know she's listening.

I left her a message,
On her machine.
I said I miss you,
Please save me.

I have these *awful
thoughts,
In my head.
I'm the monster under my bed.

My own head is a trap,
And I know,
*She'd kick my *** if I thought about that.
She'd kick it good.
 Jul 2015
Madeysin
Heyo mayo, catch ya to be able too see you soon enough for the next few years ago when he was not immediately available from my house and my dad just called me a little bit more than one million people in the world to see my mom and I don't think that I have a great way of saying that it was the best of luck with your life and death in a statement issued by the end of the day before I go to sleep now goodnight everyone else in my head.
Just a choosin
 Jul 2015
Lost
How do I go on?
When you've left me here.
Which way is back to normality?

Tell me now,
How do I go on?
When you've closed your ears,
And shut me out.

I find myself falling,
Through the cracks in my skin.
I fumble forwards,
And fall back on nothing.

Which way do I go?
Swing me to and fro,
Between life and death,

Show me the signs,
Show me the paths,
I have run from God's plans.

And so I fall into the earth,
I walk blindly through the hurt,
And I drown in myself.

I see you standing,
You hopeless soul.
I draw connections,
And I myself are drawn.

And so I fall, fall to my knees,
Just like a dog,
I only wish that I could please.

With your ways,
You baffle me.
If only you could see what I see.

You pull the blade across your skin,
I cry myself to sleep.
Will I ever see you again?
I wish you knew you were my **ever-y-thing.
If you left, I don't know if I could cope. You're important.
 Jul 2015
Lost
I feel like I'm five years old again.
Trusting the world like everyone's a ******* saint.
But I can't help it,
If I shut it all out, I would push them away again.
I am no romantic, but they have my heartstrings,
And they're playing them like we've never seen better days.

I wish I knew what to say.
My life's out of control,
I'm a heartfelt mess.
All this gushy *******'s gone to my head.

But I don't see a way out ,
My eyes are closed
I want to be left in the dark,
With only you to hold.

Even as I scrawl this ****,
I don't know what I'm saying.
All I know is that you're to blame,
But it's no one's fault,
This isn't a problem.

I haven't felt this way since the beginning of time,
And I'm finding that I finally give two ***** about life.

I won't give up,
Not on you,
Not on me.
Not on these crazy ******* feelings that I can't believe.

Because I want to feel this,
It feels like hope,
And maybe, JUST maybe,
*My life isn't a joke.
To Those Who Felt Nothing Before, But Feel Something Now.
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