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 Jan 2016
david mungoshi
i thought i was alone
  till i saw the shadow
         behind me
          and how
                it
         trembled
              and
        hesitated
    at each next step
        i knew then        
    that we're never alone
          because
           there's
      always someone
          around
 Jan 2016
Nicole Dawn
No I am not dead
I attempted suicide but unfortunately failed. I was in the hospital and therefore was unable to log onto this account. I am truly sorry if I worried anybody. Thank you all for the kind messages

~Nicole
I'm sorry
 Jan 2016
Sharvish Cheekhoory
Poverty,
a dagger of thousands years,
shedding endlessly,the blood of beggars...
Striving,
suffering,
crying,
begging,
Indeed,ready they,who you call Paupers,are to do anything,
only to earn a living...

On the edge of knives,
poor ones lives their daily lives...
The children,all set to walk towards education,
but hunger hinders their concentration...
Still they are ready to do anything,
only to earn a living...
Starvation and Malnutrition are mere words,
compared to what they are really enduring...

Like us, they have wishes,
simple desires,
wants to have:
Proper water to drink,
Proper food to eat,
proper place to live...

God we are not,but their small desires,we can satisfy..
Their fate,we can change,
as their happiness,is still within range..

Together let's save the poor ones,
because a simple act of caring can create an endless ripple...
-Sharvish
A modification made to one of my written poems :)
Hope you like it!
Share if it is worth of being shared
don't if its not..
but do help the poor ones,..
not because they depends on you but because they don't really deserve the life they are living..
They deserve something better..
After all humans have equal rights..
 Jan 2016
Vanessa Gatley
My own world
Belongs to 2 different
Places
Where I once was
Where I'm now
 Jan 2016
caroline
im frustrated at all the times
i belittled myself,
using fear and doubt as an excuse,
making me believe that i
couldn't do anything
i didnt set my mind to.
something  
as simple as x+y.
and im sorry
somedays im so quiet
and also so hard to figure out.
and just like math, so am i.
one big problem to solve.
searching through the heavens
for you my blue eyed beauty
above these darkling shadows
that shroud and ring my heart
come to me in innocence
come to me unbound and true
and take my broken heart
unto your silken palms
and heal me
 Jan 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
an evening sky
of slowly waning azure
hints at the radiant horizon
   behind rooftops

little clouds
    are blown by high fast winds
and quickly lose their rosy edges
   on their journey East

your voice
   tender and small
   as the evening song of blackbirds
recalls the importance of moments

I look into your shining eyes
and see the sunset sky
   reflected forever
in brilliant rainbow colors

               * *
 Jan 2016
Miss Grim
Longing for something more profound
Stumbling around the same old ground
And mindless robots are all I've found
Is it too much to want to converse?
About atoms and molecules
Or the whole universe!
Everywhere that I turn
Here's what I see
Their only concern
Is what's on TV
Consumed by football
Hunting and cars
Meanwhile I'm here
Entranced by the stars
Perhaps I'm being a little dramatic
But please, come on please
Let's ponder cymatics!
Or quantum physics
Let's trace the specifics
While we chase some exquisite
New discoveries
Oh please, come on please!!
Stimulate my brain
Before I go insane
See?
I've already lost their attention
I'm so done with this dimension.
Doesn't anyone have profound thoughts anymore?!? Where are you people?!? Please come find me.
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
i.

Alow downward Reyna, humanity hunger's and ****'s,
Red liquid they do spill, despoiling, toiling, taking
Lucifer's fill;

ii.

We canst only watcheth queen, as their working's and dream's,
Get untied by the string's, of the fine unseen line, of the principalities and power's.

iii.

Henceforth the hour's, shalt be as fading flower's, they shalt seeith their government's and darkened power's; falleth as the star's, men who knoweth none boundaries, God shalt rattle the mountain's and deep, as a harlot to her patron. Though the patron's sleep.

iv.

We shalt endureth this paining moment amour', the cosmic chronograph is opening door's; erelong love, erelong amour', we shalt sit at a feasting table, wherein the beau monde that hast Satan's barcoded label, shalt not perch. The flame shalt quench it's thirst, as recreation below us takes it's course. For ourn creator spoke this Jane, in the beginning. The world's lost it's way, it needeth cleansing from the sinning. As we shalt be restored by reconnecting on higher planes. To be reborn, in the spirit again.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Alow- means below in archaic.
Reyna is queen in Filipino. Many different ways to spell queen like reina in Spanish, or reine in french.
Despoiling means- other words plundering or steal or violently remove valuable or attractive possessions from; plunder.
Henceforth-means from this time on or from that time on.
Harlot if you don't know means- noun ...archaic for.
a ******* or promiscuous woman.
chronograph- is an accurate time keeping instrument...
beau monde in french means...-noun: beau monde; plural noun: beaux mondes .. Meaning.fashionable society.
Erelong- is archaic for soon.
Feasting table- meaning in bible talks of Christ joining with his bride ( the church) his believers at a feasting table in heaven .. Enjoying another...
When I say the beau monde that had Satan's barcoded label... They will be the rich men ( elite men) who control the world now. As their God is money fame and power and riches.. How the barcoded label ( RFID chip) tracking device of the Antichrist ( already created ready to be used by 2017,as said by bilderbergs ( secret society, henry Kissinger spokesman, ex defense minister) stuff you can find all online in Obama's health care act he passed and his supreme Court... The barcoded label these elite, high worldly men take, will be their bad decision making. And thus allegiance to Satan. Not God. Not Christ...
 Jan 2016
Peter Cullen
Branches, on a lonely tree.
Growing, in a lonely field.
Where the green,
falls to the sea.
Into the blue,
Into the deep.

There, upon the coral floor.
Dancing,
with the changing tides.
Swaying,
going with the flow.
Forever reaching
to the light.

Branches,
underneath the moon.
Dancing
with the western winds.
Waiting for the Sun to come.
Another day
to begin.
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