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 Jan 2017
Slur pee
I hide all this pain inside of my eyes,
Every day the tides rise;
I'm going blind,
I'm going blind.

My happiness is just a blurred outline,
Carried on the wind's cries;
And so am I,
And so am I.

In clouded sky, I can't explore my mind
My head's low, my head's high;
Dip, dive. Dip, dive.

I'll endure the flood that's bound to arrive,
Or drown inside my eyes;
I'm going blind,
I'm going blind.

-SLuR
 Jan 2017
Slur pee
When I'm full of condensed regret
And the clouds are spitting down
Blame, shame, and hatred
Like shards of glass they embed
Inside my worn, dusty skin;
Leaving pores wide open
To leak out staining sin.
Streaks of black and red
Pave my road of death.
It's raining inside my head,
And my brain is an umbrella skeleton,
Crooked and rusty, offering no protection.

-SLuR
 Jan 2017
Slur pee
My time trickles away like tears weakly holding lashes,
Yet my memories do not fade; A scar everlasting.
So easily, I’m replaced though these feelings will not wane
This heart, it runs in place to destination: Far Away.
The dreams inside of me become missed opportunities,
As I’m kept tied to this leash you wander out of my reach.
Am I already forgotten, another blurry face?
Did the mark I hoped to leave just vanish, without a trace?

You’ve stained my thoughts with visions, that haunt me throughout the night
And when I’ve awakened, I find, my heart can only cry.
Please, take from me these emotions that penetrate my mind,
Disappear like a pleasant dream, for me to never find;
As I blink away my sleep, I’ll be kissing you goodbye.
Meeting like dew on a leaf, vaporizing in sunlight.

-SLuR
 Jan 2017
Emily Dickinson
241

I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it’s true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—

The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.
 Jan 2017
Valsa George
When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass

When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When darkness invades my abode
And there is not even a ray of light inside
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When my burdens weigh heavier than I can bear
And when no one around seems to care
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When storm clouds gather in the sky
And my tensions rise high
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When the road ahead stretches strenuous
And the distance makes me nervous
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When those I love and trust let me down
And look upon me with scorn and frown
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When misfortunes flow in torrent
And am caught in the eddying current
I tell myself
This too shall pass

      When the cycle of seasons keep changing
Life, from sorrows to joy will surely be shifting
Let us wait for the pendulum to have its full swing
And let our hopes heavenward steadily wing!

Love will again fill the air
Doves of peace will coo in pair
The wintry chill will lose its frosty bite
Spring will come on wings like a sprite


‘‘Nevertheless, the hilltop hour
Would not be half so wonderful
Were there no dark valleys to traverse”
Helen Keller’s words resonate in my ears
 Jan 2017
M
We fall like snow in the sky
Helpless and forlorn
Melting into the earth
The next day we fall again
 Jan 2017
GaryFairy
blurry image, out of focus
closing in on hopeless notice
broken glow, prone to coldness
holding on to low the closest

lambent lacking, saddened blackness
lasting facts of tragic practice
shattered glass, facet blasted
passing granted hands the fastest
No more passive-aggressive comments and messages. I do my own thang, and I don't know a lot about poetry  rules.
 Jan 2017
Kurt Philip Behm
Only a Poet…
  can change feelings into air,
  begetting a new feeling

Only a Poet…
  can transform thoughts into verse,
  birthing a new thought

Only a Poet…
  can define the indefinable,
  words meaning more than their letters allow

And only a Poet can stab time in the heart,
  to bleed free and eternal,
  —only a Poet

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
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