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 May 2015
oni
if you
choose
to step
into my
hemisphere,
i will not
apologize
for the
rain.
 May 2015
oni
how do you
bandage
the wound
if you
are not even
sure
where it is?
 May 2015
oni
lives
touch,
pass,
and
continue.
 Apr 2015
ryn
As the violet of day
draws to a close...          
Witnessed the dwindling
vermillion sun,             
being swallowed  
by the horizon.
Ever so slowly,
       seconds stretched...
      This moment here...
Captured...      
and                
froze.        

    Brushing off
the indigos  
  and                
blues.          
of the past,
            Whilst I shed these
scarlet tears.
Burdened with
              unfounded speculation
and fears.        
Gifted the        
lease of bravery
but I know...        
it wouldn't last.      

A final skirmish            
between                          
night and light.            
My crimson wings    
spread to greet the.        
green evening air.            
Feather and wind.            
spoke to each other;      
quivered as if              
the same story        
they shared.          
A conversation    
              that ended quickly before
both took              
flight.                        

To the                        
highest heavens,
leaving a          
trail of leaves
from days of
yellow...        
  Flying past the
                 blushing orange cheeks
  of                        
sleeping clouds.
             Evading the beckoning
of                      
    night's curtains
and            
shrouds.  
    Into the sun,
I would go.
                Beyond world's end,
           I would follow...

To find you
                  where the universe
                      would run its course.
                      I'd gladly soar through
       spectrum's grain,
Through        
      unfamiliar realms
and                  
              warped new planes.

Why?          

Because      
blood red  
rubies          
pump            
through mine
and                
garnets          
flow              
      through yours...
 Apr 2015
Tupelo
Everything I love is blue,
The ocean holds my heart,
Gave me puddles of itself for eyes,
Told the sky to hold back the rain,
The waves crash heavy along my sides,
And the tides creep up to my knees
You are not blue, but you still hold seas in your palms.
 Apr 2015
DC raw love
If I  could only get into your head
Not to control it, but to venture
What would I find, what would I see

Would I have to push away the cob webs
Would their be many unanswered questions
Would it be a safe journey

Would I find love or hate
Would I find pain or joy
Would I find hurt or happiness

How does one's mine actually turn
Does one push to the future or dwell in the past
Does one have an intelligent mind or is one labeled

The are two main types of personalities
Extroverts who are outspoken,
Introverts who are not.

Each has their pro's and con's
What's inside of your head
 Apr 2015
Not-So-Superman
When did we grow up?

When did we stop crying,
and start pretending we were okay?
When did our parents
stop asking us what was wrong
if we were silent?
When did the world
with all it's pressure
start telling us that we should be able
to bear it's burdens?
When were we taught
not to cry out when we needed help?
When were we made
to smile and nod
as the ever present necessity to succeed
claws at us with it's poisonous fangs
and gnaws at our already mangled body?

When did we grow up?
 Apr 2015
Ari
The best music comes from the soul. It isn't the trending song. The one most sung, the one played most at a party. The best, come to whisper at you in complete darkness. It is a tune of a Hispanic woman, broken & unimaginable & captiviating. The songs of my grandmother, powerful & breathtaking & perfect. The humming from my grandpa, my mentor and joker. My sisters' constant commotion, the annoyance & welcoming sense of home. My best friends knowledge, understanding & sarcastic & amazing. My aunts, their horrible humor and teenage behaviour. . .

All mixed together
 Apr 2015
Sally A Bayan
(haiku x 4)



Sun hides...dips lower
Moon and stars deck the dark sky
Dusk is upon us

Lights.....softly glowing
Drawn curtains are a pale screen
Casting drooping forms...

Voices fill the air
Night, patiently hears the moans
Shame fades at dusk...for,

Dark unites shadows
Cicadas join the whimpers
Wind...comforts the soul...


Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Apr 2015
Lunar
two fragile hearts made up of glass
everyone could see right through them both
only they themselves couldn't see the reality

both fell for each other
and whatever falls
will end up breaking

now those two once-glass hearts
shattered into a million emotional pieces

now those two once-glass hearts
will never find their missing parts

now those two once-glass hearts
have turned into nothing
but back into crushed sand
 Mar 2015
Lambert Mark Mj
A facade of confounding manner
Veneered in credulous chatter
Are words of contemporary demeanour
@MJLambert :~)
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