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 Dec 2015
elouazzani kenza
A part of you goes away ,
Everyday,
To never come back again.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.
The promises, the kisses,
The love you once felt,
The nights, the stars,
The life you once wanted,
The touches, the smells,
The laughs, the tears,
It all goes away,
Everyday.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.
 Nov 2015
Sharina Saad
The sweetest smile
Is the smile of a mother
Who loves too much
Who Cares too much
Who gives too much
Who never counts rewards
Just sincere love...
Only a mother can
Die for
Lie for
Sacrifice everything
precious
for her innocent child
To grow up happy safe and secure
The loudest cry
Is in the heart
Of a mother
Who folds her sadness
Deep down
Who fakes a smile at times
Watching how swiftly
Her angel child grows
There are times
A little Sorrow in her eyes
When you let her down
A tiny tear drops
Does it show?
Her gentle heart sometimes scarred...
Occasionally bruised..
Her hidden tears
Her frustration and anger
Will you know?
Her heart always warm
Her hugs sincere
Sweet mother
Never bitter
Trust a mother's love
For better for worse
Her sweetest love
will never shatter..
This poem " Sweet Love" is dedicated to all young graduates of UiTM Kedah who are having your convocation right now!!
Remember this, you will never be who you are today without that humble woman whose eyes are brewing with happy tears at this moment watching you receiving your scroll on that PROUD STAGE.
CONGRATULATIONS FOR MAKING YOUR MOM, YOUR LECTURERS AND THE UNIVERSITY PROUD. BEST WISHES FOR THE FUTURE!!
 Nov 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
..Mars..
..Venus..
..Jupiter..
..Moon..
Line dancing
...together...
just hours before dawn.

Tonight,
take me with you!

I promise not to tell
where your secret dance hall is hidden....
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Oct 2015
Rainey Birthwright
If my heart was a flower,
Would you not pluck me?
If my hair was a meadow,
Would you nae huddle me?
If my hands wanted yours,
Would you not hold mine?
If my lips were cloudburst,
Would mine quench thirst?
If my dress danced windily,
Would you nae haply join in?
If my eyes were pearl oysters,
Would you freshly shuck me?
If my skin were of the Selkies,'
Would you offer me nae seas?
Where bathes you the morning dew
lights you the sun
colors you the dawn's hue
a moment newly begun.

Where shelters you the blue sky
soaks you the rain
lets out your heart's cry
words shape your pain.

Where dazzles you the sunshine
glooms end of day
hope is the silver line
living the only way.

Where gnaws you the sorrow's worm
runs you the smile
speaks to you the soul's calm
happiness is only a mile.
fibonacci  sparks
racing to their extinction
through the cold night air
tracing fleeting silhouettes
that drift and fly within me
as I look upon the flames
my back to the night
choka
 Sep 2015
ryn
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■■■■■■
|.....l.....|
|.....l.....|

• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
•••••dulls•••••
□□□□□■12■□□□□□
  ■11            ^              1■  
■10                 I                 2■  
■9                    ●----->         3■  
■8                                      4■
■7          ­                       5■
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••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
 Sep 2015
Mike Essig
I was a kid during
the Space Race
and loved all things
aeronautical.

Wanted to be
an Astronaut
or an ace
fighter pilot.

Then I went to war
and spent every day
in the Unfriendly Skies
of sudden death
hoping not to meet
the ground in pieces.

These days,
I prefer to drive.

   ~mce
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