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 Jul 2011
Juliana
I never talk to the guy outside the store.
With his green eyes,
he towered over me.
He was the type
girls like me avoided,
but today I stopped to ask what he was doing.
Maybe it was the enticing smell of sweets
or the sugar high I was on
I don't remember why I bothered,
He was completely lost
in a whole other world
and with a simple word
He grabbed my mind and led me
someplace I'd never explored before.
It's the place where dreams
are more than simply dreams.
Where walking forward would take you to your past,
where words mean more than a narrow-minded fool
could possibly comprehend.
The penny candy store beyond the El is where I first fell in love,
I'm still falling.
 Jul 2011
Juliana
Tell me the windows aren’t really sweating.
Under the hostile glare of the sun,
With the soft breaths of the moon
In the castle perched on top of the gnarly oak tree
At the end of the block
Where children play dress-up and make believe
In borrowed old dresses,
The best stolen Sunday clothes and missing wool socks

Tell me the hunters in helicopters aren’t really chasing jokes across the flats.
What am I falling into?
A darker, dreamier state of mind?
No matter how hard you try to mask it or explain it
With books filled with fairy tales or complicated equations

Tell me what your saying isn’t really true.
I’m not going to believe you anyway
 Jul 2011
Juliana
The evening is set,
the sun bleeds down the sky,
leaving splotches of stars in its path.
The waltzing flames of the fire
reflect into the beautiful eyes,
solemn like plain dark cocoa powder.
They make a gorgeous mirror,
resembling the placid waters of the lake;
imitating the hopelessness of the sky.
A loud crackle sends tiny ginger lanterns
up, to melt in with the constellations.
We sit in a lovely silence
until the last of the flames ebb away.
Darkness envelops us
the sliver of the moon
can’t possibly infiltrate this night.
Quietly, like the tide pulling back before a tsunami
I get an eerie feeling eyes are watching
I am prey to my own insanity until
I can put the face to the eyes.
http://poemsaboutpoetry.blogspot.ca/
 Jul 2011
Juliana
I remember the day I met her
Near the breaths of the ocean
Before she chose mind-altering pleasures
Over everybody’s well-being
Only the tips of the clouds were bathed in light
The sounds of a typical barbeque
Echoed across the water
She smiled, I remember how that was, a gentle smile,
The kind you get when you lie in giraffe high grass
Within the meadow flowers
As the sun’s rays gently caress your face

The last time I saw her smile
It had twisted into a horrible grin,
The kind you get before you sing
“I know something you don’t know…”
She was smiling at something I couldn't see
Can never see
The effects of speed, ecstasy, crack, and *******
Her kids were taken away
My parents almost got custody,
But by then, she was “cured”.
http://poemsaboutpoetry.blogspot.ca/
 Jan 2011
Isobel G
A beautiful lie,
The city sleeps,
A silhouette in the night,
We had everything,
He screams,
Defying love and life,
You meant everything,
He falls,

Gravity is unforgiving
©Nicola-Isobel H.     03.01.2011
 Jan 2011
Isobel G
Spring birds cry,
Where she sleeps,
A silent scream escapes,
His dripping lips,
Slowly, her tears form,
At the sound,
Too fast the night is gone,
Taking him with the burnt-out stars,
To a lonely place
©Nicola-Isobel H.     06.01.2011
 Dec 2010
Alex Douillet
I did some stuff.

Yeah I regret it.
regrets are worse than apologies.
My head is a dark place,
a crowbar could not open me up,
the secrets stuck inside me.

I've destroyed all the things I love.
 Dec 2010
Alex Douillet
Im living from a suitcase now
somewhere in the city*

I still think about her every day
and how she is so pretty
 Oct 2010
Nazmi Mahamood
im not so mighty
but i fly so kindly
even when the wind is windy.
i hold on to myself so tightly.
and with just a few more trust in my heart
i shine so brightly.
yet, im so shy
im so blind, with my future before me
When will you be
the reality i want you to be
i dont know the start or end o this adventure
but all is well untill our roads meet together
"Destiny"
 Oct 2010
Sabelo Gasa
I'm lucky to have somebody like you
I can do anything, just to be with you
I've been in different relationships,
I never find someone like you
Someone that treat me like you do
I can feel the pleasures of romance
Everytime when we're together.
You draw all my attention when i see you,
Everytime when I'm thinking of you
I find myself smiling constantly.


You're the one that
blows up my stress
You're the one that
light up my day
You're the one that
calm me down when I'm over reacting
You're the one that
Can read every single mood im in
You're the one that
press all the buttons of romance that I have,
You're the one that
Make everything easier for me
You're the one that
I will spend the rest of my life with
You're the one that
Keep me smiling.

                                    
You accept me for who I'm
You accepted me for
who I was.
You've been that way
right from the start,
Even when my bad past comes out
you think it cool
You never judge me,
You let me be.
You got what it takes
You got what man needs from a woman
You make me happy
All the time
You keep me smiling.
 Sep 2010
D Conors
...sitting here
across from me again
(in my mind's wishful eye),
sipping coffee together,
light talk, some danish,
and an omelette, too
(i made it the way you like it,
just for you),
happy to be here
as the flaming
sunstreak rise lights up
the tender tips of the flowers
outside the window,
i fingertip-kiss your lips,
as the morning bird
breaks into song,
waking up the world,
whilst you and i
carry on
and your eyes
reflect the new day's skies,
it's nice, it's nice
to see you...
D. Conors
07 September 2010
 Sep 2010
D Conors
the hardest part about
writing a poem about you
is that the words tend to
get into the way
of what i really want to
say to
you
D. Conors
03 September 2010
 Aug 2010
D Conors
Indian summer has now arrived,
riding high on its blue-saddled sky,
of mixed coloured clouds of bold tie-dye,
bright, ripe days and crispy-clear nights,
reaching the ****** of the season's delight.

September soon will enter the room,
leaves will tremble at their impending doom,
lovers shall stroll down lanes two-by-two,
sharing softly whispers of "I love you."
D. Conors
28 August, 2010
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