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 Jan 2016
S Smoothie
I'm seaching for traces of you in the ether left of your short presence
The warm glow of basking in your thoughts of me
The quiet pleasure of knowing I've affected you in some way
Unruffled you refuse to give anything away
You didn't think it through
My soul has a window on you
The stony looks hide nothing of our irreverent connection
Lost to the world for seconds that fill the void with lifetimes
Scorched by those burning eyes
your glow already envelops me
Don't get too close,  
Sparks have a habit of spurring flames
We know better than to mix fire with gasoline
A quick touch
Transfers so much
I am left reeling
I push you away though you still linger in my atmosphere
Standing in your vacated place
Till the last vibration of warmth dissipates
And my soul has the course to move again
searching for another chance to hover near you
In time and spaces undefined by the regular course of love.
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 Jan 2016
S Smoothie
We looked at each other with the awkward kind of knowing
Un-fed passions blazed in our eyes
we felt transparent as glass
Wondering if everyone saw what was written on our souls,
In our hearts.
There was no explanation
Emotions carried through time effortlessly
Spite and grievances only ever served to cope with the proximity of temptation
And the seemingly endless chasm of distance in each other's absences
Every violent tearing of our hearts quickly forgotten
We lingered in eacothers atmosphere
scratching for words that resembled polite conversation
Aching to sit quietly living in each other's eyes
There was a communion in the quiet spaces
Awkward as they were
Of togetherness
Of waiting
Of knowing
Our time would come
Not today,
this life time,
And maybe not the next
But inbetween;
Like the spaces between unnecessary words
Where a whole universe lives
Between our souls
 Jan 2016
SG Holter
Throwing rocks into the winter river.
Ice as thin as a child's soul's skin
Carries not the weight
Of History's oldest weapon.

Like a paperless poem it shatters,
Floating away with the fleeing stream.
Water needs no windows.
Nothing is outside to its within.
 Jan 2016
Àŧùl
They are numbered,
They are few.

Rarity is their virtue,
Uncommon their traits.

They are lumbered,
They are new.

Clarity is their class,
Platinum their rates.

Governments avoid,
And people loathe them.

They are cumbered,
They are feared.

To prevent them,
Nothing can be done.

By any forces however,
Either collared or aided.
The intelligentsia are a strong constituent of any major successful social revolution like the Renaissance.

My HP Poem #978
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2016
SøułSurvivør
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woulda, shoulda, coulda
is the tired litany which kills dreams



[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C)1/11/2016
Thanks to Bianca Reyes
for the inspiration
 Jan 2016
Rj
We fill the air with useless words
Filling the empty space,
Minds and hearts yearning to fill the void themselves
But we don't oh well lol
 Jan 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
This afternoon wears the dark Shirt
After demonstration of the moon,
End of the waiting of pied crested cuckoo,
I did not end

A little bits of interval,
Blinking the distant Stars
My friend could count,
very romantic,
In me cast the shadow

Her beloved lives outdoors,
All the apartments of the mind has rented
Taken from the first floor up to twelve
I did not

I saw the race of cars on the street,
Standing at corner of the roof
When hunger the fingernails,
Subconsciously
Playing an illusion of gravity

This time the drone of insects,
Occasionally shout of bull frog
In fresh water of the rainy season,
Breeding multiply
Nature of the Nature

Cut off the yarn, the kite ran out of the sky
In the Kans forest,
The shadows of white clouds,
very Absurdly,
I could not even catch you  

In the body of mind,
Emptiness came home
Lost days song come up from the deep sea
In the silence the sound of sighs

Sleepless night as the rhythm of the strange poem
While the star drops in front of a traveler
Even though when my time has gone
Still could not understand the unknown poetry
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jan 2016
GaryFairy
as the silken webs stick to you
an ignorant bliss is written in your eyes
you are stricken by a venom inflicted
you're caught in a web of lies

there's a difference between visible and hidden
a difference between spiders and flies
you're a victim of innocence once bitten
you're caught in a web of lies
 Dec 2015
S Smoothie
Irksome calm
Uncomfortable silence
Tension before the violence
Unsettling mind
Uneasy heart
Oceans apart
Denial of trust
Darkness and shadows
Lies like truths
Piercing arrows
Stabs of aching
The sound of breaking
If only you had said
What's in your head
I wouldn't have filled in my own blanks
With lead.
 Nov 2015
S Smoothie
I take a breath on a heartbeat
in the spaces of moments
I respire in these moments
lost in the sense of you
These are the spaces I live for
these moments,
between our breathing spaces
 Nov 2015
S Smoothie
This strange kind of numb has chased away the desolating pain
there seems nothing in the part where love grows
not in the heart or mind or soul
Is this what death feels like?
Every shred of decency you stole in that **** weak moment of betrayal
you shook the hand of the beast that gave the burden
the thief of my dignity
it was an inncent action between men who respect each other
you had had no right to placee all my shreds of respectably in his palms
to anialate me without provacation
to give me up to avoid confronting the truth
you let my pride die a silent death
the humiliation.
the state of shock
and constant scraping up my self off the floor
it was because you found it easier to forgive, than fight for me
so I died A million painful deaths in that moment
like the love that swore it would die a thousand more
it vanished emphasising the nothing that I am
and you didn't even blink an eye.
 Nov 2015
S Smoothie
As the stresses of the day wear on,
My furrowed brow tucked firmly in pensive thought,
My back torn open from the malicious whips of jealous competition
Lips pursed tight,
chest groaning with slivers of painful angst
Mind racing foul
I carry my heavy load yoked firmly home
I walk through that familiar door
bright eyes burning with warm welcome seer through me
my furrows are swept away
tension easing,
I unfurl as you  rise to greet me,
Warm smiles contagiously leap on to my gaunt expression
tender lips move so gently over my  mine
softening every hash word passed through them,
My chest unclenches releasing butterflies from thier  paranoid chains
Warm arms brush away the stings of the days warfare
Relief washes through me
My armour falls away
As my soul tucks tightly into you
A whisper from my heart releases
'I'm home'.
Love you xo
 Oct 2015
ryn
If I could stoke every single flame in the
     fiery blaze that is your heart
          To ashes are the
               kindling that I so willingly volunteer

If I could be the strength
     round the girth of your trunk
          Formidable am I made to last
               year after year

If I could exist in the
     tales of your breaths
          Perpetual am I etched in the
               eternity of your forever
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