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 Sep 2016
Bianca Reyes
I could have
          sworn we were
                             meant to be

We argued
             so perfectly
                             together
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 Sep 2016
Sally A Bayan
I'd like to cover
our concrete fence
with white paint all over
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it is right now, choking
with an overgrowth of healthy moss...
i intend to wipe the spreading green
off its surface
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............it seems too cruel, though,
plucking....scraping....or pulling something
.....away from its habitation,
......................its comfort zone
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i thought it similar to something
that had happened a long time ago...
..................it left us with no choice,
.........we had to leave the house
where we were born
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my mother, my siblings and i,
we moved in
....with my aunt and her family,
.....................in a faraway place
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things weren't the same again
.............after my father died...
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Sall­y


Copyright September 15, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Sep 2016
wordvango
somewhere deep came a verse
that startled my universe made me stop
spinning take  notice
of it
made me remember things
that hurt and haunted and were  
deeply buried
it started with the word eternity
and continued
you can't hide from it
it is gonna catch up
eventually
I laugh at the sound
    of the wind
As it echoes through my mind
Telling me stories of memories
     I had previously left behind
  with caricatures of faces
I can no longer remember in reality
      And songs from past places
That bring me down
         with the emotional gravity
And I was my thoughts spin around
                 and around
    I get dizzy from the intensity
                and my sanity
        Can no longer be found
                 Yet
I can still hear the wind
      And I laugh at the sound
 Sep 2016
r
Looking back at the years
through the fog,
sorting the memories
that are real
from the phantoms
that long
for the castle and the throne
that have fallen.
 Sep 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
Beauty comes a dime a dozen**
Sliding through the cracks
Sticky change if you ask me
But I don't check the facts
I'm a penny-pinching prophet
All premonitions made out to cash
My fingers dig between the floorboards
But there are *some things I can't grasp
 Sep 2016
Keith W Fletcher
You had the truth in your hand
But I guess you couldn't stand...
...the demand...
... of being a real human

So why does your shame
Make it necessary to blame
The others for suddenly being
A stranger
Does that not create the danger

Of rearranging the facts
While jumping the tracks
In your haste to move forward
What could be the reward
For striking such a chord
Of internal discontent
Where your morality is bent...
... To the point of almost broken

While fueling the fires you alone were stoking
I had relinquished the remote
As  I felt the chill wind blow
Still I did not don a coat
Out of righteous indignation
Or from forlorn resignation

Although there was temptations
I let you hem and haw - have your say
So you could do it your way
The window view instinctively knew
And slowly dropped it's shades
The window curtains instinctively knew
And dropped... so as one side fades

Going back into the obscurity
There is a melancholy pull
Looming large and weighted  down with insecurity

Even in that first moment of triumph
The serious side knew
This was no contest
It was an awakening
While nowhere near sleep
As if the dreamers shuffling steps recede

Scuffing the floor in metronomic
semaphore
Sounding like the best the best the best the best the best the best the best
Continuing as it crosses the room
The best the best the best the best
right on out the door.
 Sep 2016
timeless
Silence
   and
Peace
  are
Bases
  of
Spirituality
Silence, peace, spiritual
 Sep 2016
Kelly Weaver
if, surrounded by lovers,
your mind starts to hover,
to a time and place
where nothing mattered,
you may be tempted,
since you're relentless,
to visit your past affairs.

you may count every name,
and pretend you feel no shame,
but deep within, you're unhappy.
you understand your fate
but truly, as of late,
you wonder if you messed up royally.

with so many chances,
and plenty of dances,
you've managed to wind up alone.
and every time you close your eyes,
or look up into the clear night sky,
you only remember his touch.

the regret, like sadness, comes in waves,
and trying to get by every day,
has become quite exhausting.
and though your very heart is torn,
you eagerly await every storm,
because no one can see you cry in the rain.
 Sep 2016
Star Gazer
I'm happy that she's happy
if I tell myself that long enough
maybe I'll be able to convince myself
till I am finally fit to say farewell.
I've lied to myself in millions of ways
just to keep the demons behind
as though blinded by lies kept me alive
I wanted all of what I tell myself to be true.

I'm happy that she's happy
because it is the only way I tell myself
that I'm allowed to finally move on
but history always proves me wrong
because I don't know how to let go of what's gone.

You left me
&
I told myself
I was fine with that.

...

As long as you are happy.
 Sep 2016
Emily B
There is an ache
That sits in my chest
When I read your poetry

I sit long
Trying to wrap
My arms around
Something

Want so badly
To soothe an ache
Yours
Or mine

And so I sit
 Sep 2016
Rainey Birthwright
.
Smile at the world,
See what doesn't happen,
The moon is so sharp
And indifferent in the sky,
The lovers sink as they try
Never knowing each fall
Of smile as they eye.

Smile in the overgrowths,
The wastelands of the mind,
Touch the ghosts at meetings,
They will shock you raw,
White as the moon rages
And the sun, cold burning
Each day as it brands you.

Let go, let your face rest,
There are no smiles real
As you dream them to be,
Let your life be limp as death,
See the waters as they climb,
Up from the muddy tomb,
So few can feel rising.
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