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 Jun 2017
Sjr1000
I offer you this innocence,
come on in,
condemnation
judgement
vitriol
are left on the other side
of the walls of skin.

Hearts may open here
tears may tumble
walls may fall
in this moment between you and me.

We will offer
truths and tenderness
for every imagined sin.

Life's a puzzle
the pieces are in
earthquake shambles scattered
across the floor.
There are places for each puzzle piece
to put together,
we may even find bliss.

Sometimes this life is too complex
too hard to fathom
too easy to plummet,
we all need a place to
explore
unload
forgive.

This is the innocence
feel free to come on in,
your secrets are safe here,
never told by me.

It has been said
we are as sick as our secrets,
burrowing through our eyes
in dark packets of disguise.
But in this sanctuary
lies dissolve
innocence returns,
We find a chance to begin again.

Put down the masks
Put down the resentments
Put down the propped up sorrows
Our truths will set us free.

The door is open
the glowing warmth of connection
is at your disposal,
come speak to me
the accumulated hurts of where you have been,
through these true confessions
hurts pass
not forgotten
but
forgiven.

We can begin again.

The puzzle pieces lost
will be found,
compassion and forgiveness
become our friends.

Abandon all pasts
seen through a child's eyes,
in this time of now
we can become cozy
snuggle up in this warm bath embrace.
Sometimes we all need a place to hide
in all the necessary pillows and comforters.

Either in words or in silence,
we'll find that spot of transformation,
begin again,
once you enter this innocence,
from the tangle
as birds well know,
we can fly free again.
 Jun 2017
jayellen
silly girl
you thought you could escape me
me?
i made you
created you
sculpted you from a
grain of sand
and you thought you could escape
run away as
though i could not catch
you inside of the palm
of my hand?
you truly thought
that choking down
a jagged pill
would leave me dead within
the depths of
a dark pool of blood?
i hate to break it to
you
you poor infant little girl
you were wrong
i will come back tenfold strong
breaking through every
boarded door
an army could not shoot me down
could not keep me from what is mine
you are nothing without me
you will never amount to
anything
if you leave me
do not leave me
please don't leave me
i love you
i love you so, so much
do not leave me
i would hate to harm you
but if you tried
i would have to
and my dear
you tried
i have to do this
so you never leave me again
don't you ever leave me again
i made you
you know this
and it sits within
your heart
it leaps beyond your soul
it chains you
and you know this
you are mine
and no amount of pills
or drugs
will ever change that
i will never leave
and if you do escape
i will find you
and you will endure
the world of wrath
i have set away for you
and only you
do not run again my love
for you know not
what you are running from.
This is about my depression and anxiety but it is also about my ****** and countless other things and could be interpreted as many other things.
 Jun 2017
ryn
I know I've submitted to frailty.
I know I'm allowing where it takes me.

I'm heading to places
where my skin best fit.
I'm dreaming of places
where my bones don't grind to grit.

I know I've conceded to a state of mind.
I know I'm lost to a cause no one could find.

I'm hiking up hills and knolls
angled steep.
I'm drifting through waters
that run too deep.

I know I'm stuck to ideals - weathered and worn.
But I know I might be better...
in the morn.
Current earworm.

Tennis - In the Morning I'll Be Better

"Though our bodies have betrayed us
In a million different ways
In the morning, I’ll be
Oh, better, better, yeah"
 Jun 2017
Yanamari
When do petals lose their gentle sway?
When do they detach
And begin to float away?
What sort of pressures
Cause it's smoothness to fray?
Dryed and roughened,
Weakened and flayed.

When do petals begin to fall?
Into a world of dirt and decay...
Soon after, when is it,
That they crumble and break?
Laying on a horizon strewn,
With vague silhouettes and
Unfamiliarity.

And if after, the petal gathers itself,
When is it, that it is raised into the sky,
Into a familiar unfamiliar atmosphere?
When is it that the petal loses itself,
And in its emptiness,
Tears at its own soul profusely?
Elevated high
Into the expansive, empty sky
Away and away
From any natural warmth
And cleaved apart from any stability.

Because...
The petal,
When it lays back against the wind,
The image of freedom it always imagined,
Was actually
A prison.
 Jun 2017
Bor ehgit
The weight of your body and the pressure of your lips. Leaves me in suspension. Endlessly gravitating ever closer to you. Until two points become one machine, one that's built to withstand all of time. In short, I'll spend every moment I have madly in love with you.
 Jun 2017
South by Southwest
V
It used to be magic to get up in the middle of the night

Now it's just the urging of an enlarging prostate

But when I heard that they had corrected the post poems at HP I just had to go and see .

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ! !
 May 2017
Nida Mahmoed
I am sewing a dress
with the thread of strength,
And knots of ambitions,
And when it’s ready,
Then will iron it
with the remission,
I am sewing my broken soul!

By: Nida Mahmoed.
 May 2017
Ruman Hafsa
Dead cats & dogs lying in the rotting water
Sewage spread around, torn walls which harbour
Wandering murderers, drug addicts & smugglers
The alley was perfectly safe for these toxic wanderers

The one and only rule they were to follow,
Do not thwart others & one's own job they wallow
Either no friends nor do they make a foe
Or be a loyal chum & reap as they sow

Their life always in a peril & death doesn't amaze
Their nights, toiling hours; & lairs were the days
Confounding & menacing, such different their ways
The wanderers & the alley, no less than a maze

**© by Ruman Hafsa
 May 2017
Ruman Hafsa
The sun slowly came down;
And the ocean aroused;
To welcome him with open arms.
Her waves danced in glee
Waltzing with the sunlight,
Athwart the depths of sea.
He comes down to meet her
Every day, as it ends.
And the ocean, upon spotting him,
Turns red while it blush.
I stood there on the beach,
Witnessing their union.
Rejoicing as they meet
The groom & his woman

© by Ruman Hafsa
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