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 Feb 2017
Breeze-Mist
Debate isn't about scoring a win
Or coercing an enemy into giving in
But getting fellow humans to find what we hold in common
Debate
verb  de·bate
Definition of debate
debated; debating
intransitive verb
1obsolete :  fight, contend
2a :  to contend in words
b :  to discuss a question by considering opposed arguments
3:  to participate in a debate
transitive verb
1 a :  to argue about
b :  to engage (an opponent) in debate
2: to turn over in one's mind :  to think about (as different options) in order to decide
-Merriam-Webster online dictionary
Considering the other side is as much a part of the definition as arguing against it.
 Feb 2017
eunsung aka Silas
walking this path alone
is so lonely

please walk with me
 Feb 2017
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Alone for a reason,
Alone cause I can be,
All though I don't allow it,
The beautiful ones hurt you everytime,
The beautiful ones hurt you every time,
The summer came in the season,
Looking for some empathy,
But now I can't contain it,
I'm alone for a reason.
@ab poetry 2014@copyright 2014.
 Feb 2017
Pax
every dream has a corresponding action.
Dear Reader,

When i was young, i dream of many things. I guess in life our paths its never or would be as expected. It doesn't mean we or i have live full of regrets,  perhaps there's some but not entirely all. Granted we're young and foolish in choosing which way. Still me on the other hand, I waited, I choose what's safe and what's given. Perhaps I was indecisive on what i want, or i was too fearful of failure on disappointing them and also maybe myself as well. I never would have expect that I could hurt myself more than what people's darkness had brought upon me. I fear that when I reach 35, and I'm still alone, I might lose my mind. I really wanted to quit my job here and find myself. I think I've been confused and lost for quite some time now. Writing seems to brought up what's needed to be done, that's why I'm doing this. Recently I've been reading online books and watching some films/TV just to ease my restless mind, relieve me on my sadder thoughts. I tend to sleep more over the weekend, atleast there I can be whenever I have to be. But all this escape are just an excuse for me to live on. You know I've erase all my childhood memories, or its just the way it is as we grow we forget those distant past, yet one thing that remain that i still wanted, a family of my own. I dream before that I have a simple white house with my family, one or two child, and i have a stable job while my wife stays at home. A cliche isn't it? I guess since before I only want the simple things. Now I never would have guess its that hard to achieved when you know there is a rock that blocks the passage way in your heart and there's a hidden wall of fear in your mind. I guess you can tell that I know what to do, but didn't do it. Perhaps all of us needed more time, more courage to be ready. All I think about; 'Risk is never easy'. Once I step I retrack back, doubtful, fearful of what i thought are the consequences. Sorry reader if I am quite vague on this journal, this is just tib bits on what's on my mind here and there... I'm thankful, when you read this, that alone is enough, because I myself need to understand all what's written here, to understand my inner self more.... I just end my jibberish here for now...

Your friend,
Pax
 Feb 2017
Pax
Most corrupt people
are already rich,
their hunger is much
harder to satisfy.

*


© 2013
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I believed in Karma
But often times I think many powerful people has avoid it
By merely starving the hungry.
Karma is good, yet it takes time, longer or shorter it may seems…
It always starts in small doses.
 Feb 2017
Viseract
Taught to be wary of strangers
"Stranger Danger"
What about the danger of others,
Or those which we impose on ourselves?
 Feb 2017
Denise huddleston
Don't count me out
I'm not growing sprouts

I'm just sitting in the pool of people
Waiting on God to decide by turn of a needle

How is it determined
Who will go up and who will go down, who's about to be summoned

Maybe it's a bidding factor
Between God and the devil for that matter

Could it be odd or even, heads or tails
We are all choosing to prevail

We all think we know
I guess I better get my ducks in a row

Either way I'm a little scared
As the news makes me more aware
Written by: Denise Huddleston
 Feb 2017
Kagami
When I started writing, It was because I was in pain.
I tried to be happier with my words but to no avail.
The few poems I had spat out about love or *** were forced,
Driven by guilt because I knew that I was not in a safe place.
I knew I had to save myself.

And then I broke free.

This dry spell I've been in is caused by a lack of pain,
By a better place that I didn't think existed.
The future became clearer and my present became brighter.
I could recognize the faces in my dreams
And I lost the edgy, creative side of my mind.

I learned what a lovely kiss felt like, metaphorically.

I'd been kissed. I'd been hit. I'd been in bed with man and woman.
I'd been in love. I thought I'd been in love.
I'd never been kissed by another soul. Another body, yes.
But your kiss went deep. I felt it in my veins.
I felt it in the split ends of my hair. I felt it in the stars above my head.

I'd been touched by an angel. I swear I was.

Gradually, I've been brought into the world
As a new soul without torment. The shadows remain,
But the lights in my attic rarely turn off.
I can see the pages that I'd stashed away with poems and stories
Scrawled across the parchment. I wrote because I was in pain.

I don't write because of you.
 Feb 2017
Diary of the Damned
His blood was that of both heroes and villains
His mind, of both the mad and sane
A heart of war and peace within
And a soul all sides did seek to claim
A lover
A hater
A friend
A foe
Locked in a battle between sorrow and joy
Both winning and losing
Free and enslaved
Seeking but to rebuild all which he has destroyed
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
 Feb 2017
Valsa George
The old man gazed at the sun about to set
And its molten core soon to dissolve in the sea
Scratching his head with tremulous hands
And running his fingers on the stubble of his unshaven face
He held once more tight to his wheel chair

Casually he had a glance at his hands
Those dry, weak and shriveled hands
Gone wrinkled with passing years!
His hands once so busy are now limp
His days once so brisk are now long and dull

He noticed the discolored patches on his skin
Under them the lattice of tortuous veins on the dorsum
They run down to join with the bigger ones
Like small rivulets flowing towards larger rivers

      He remembered how the streams from summits
So vigorously come down with a gush
Also the noisy cataracts somersaulting down,
Leaving reverberating echoes all around
But they produce only a soft musical sound
As they join with the rivers and pass through plains
And finally end in a kind of hushed stillness
Just before merging with the sea!

The old man philosophized;
Life too, is like a river
Fierce and ferocious when one is young
Gentler and sedate after middle age
And slow and sloppy in old age
With this calm acceptance of the need to de accelerate
Wrapping himself in the shawl against the growing cold
He turned away from the window.

Pushing his wheel chair,
He moved forward,
Knowing no haste…..
Towards his bed for another night’s tired sleep!
Though I dread old age, I love old people especially those who are uncomplaining, spending the evening of their life in quiet resignation! I was inspired to write this after a visit to an old man- a distant relative of me, now on a wheel chair!
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