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 Nov 2015
ryn
••
•now-
here near,
you   exist
so far•fur-
ther    than
my   vision
could  ever
reach•many
kilometres away is wh-
ere you are•faraway land on a distant beach•let
foreign winds drench my senses•let the offshore sand greet
my feet • let us come to a consensus....• that soon our gazes
would me-
et•chance
might sur-
face by the
end of this
night•wi-
th the dawning of mo-
rrow's morn•grant me the wings
to take flight • put me on a plane




and render me airborne
 Nov 2015
Mysterious Aries
To unearth the means of life
Is the saddest part of our ferris wheel
Every ups and downs, in peace or strife
A looping ride to our little heaven, but most a free trip to hell

There's a box of gloominess that I'd opened that I can't seal
Overflowed my mind with a lot of dark wisdom
Wound I'd self inflicted in a day, seems will take a decade to heal
If only I did not enter the too much curiosity kingdom

It's my intention to craft a masterpiece
So I've yearned crazily for knowledge
Scrambled all the colors till darkness become my art piece
A life that longing to be at the center because I am at the very edge

But then I still thank fate
For giving me the chance to travel life
To feel the air, the cool rain and the blazing heat
To have parents, brothers and a wife

To accept what life can offer and never go beyond
If only I could turn back, I'll never do myself a crime
But I'm on my way now, righting the wrong that I've done
Might take a decade to heal, but I believe in another lifetime...



Written: 01/01/2015 @ 6:30 am

Mysterious Aries
 Nov 2015
Rose Claire
My daughter name is Brie Sarita. She used to write poems on here. She passed away Oct 10th 2015. Funny just looked at this site and her last poem was on Oct 10 2014. I just wanted to share
She was not just a ****** she was my daughter. and I loved her. She was just 20. I tried to save her. But love is not enough. I would trade in anything for her....now. Now thats it to late. fool I was
 Nov 2015
emily
staring at the ceiling, counting the mosquito bites on my arm
there are sixteen
reasons why you left me but I can only remember the one that went unsaid
"you cannot fix yourself"
there is a constellation of scars on my hips
and I can see your face, hear your biting words in them
if I try hard enough.
maybe it's just a reflection of the moonlight,
or it's just one bad night. one of too many.
am I the insect stuck between screen and glass
trying to escape something shatterproof
when the more effort I put in, the more likely I am to die?
even the mosquitoes have become tired of seeing my blood
it fills the sticky night with a sour-sweet stench
of broken promises and lost lies.
but god,
I am the moth who only wants to get closer to the light.
you were my light.
and I'll leave the windows open all summer
as if maybe you'll crawl back in through them
I've broken the glass in all of them anyway
I've named sunrises after you
they too are supposed to be emblems of hope but only remind me of how broken I am
and it's funny
because I used to wish on every star that you'd understand
but now I just wish to be able to forget you.
always upset over the things out of my control.
If my principles
die,
It has to be
with
me,
Never before me.
 Nov 2015
GaryFairy
we try and re-try
the methods said to reckon
we tie and re-tie
the threads of deadly weapons

the lies that we buy
the regrets of our progression
we try to rely
on the bets of indiscretion

the light that we see by
ever darkening where we're steppin'
we try to defy
a heaven that only beckons
 Nov 2015
Sjr1000
I live my life
in the shadows,
the disconnected hours,
observing all I see.

I've learned to hide,
bide my time,
while time keeps passing all around me,
this set in
not today or yesterday,
but somewhere else along the way.

Eventually
that which protects us
defeats us in the end,
I become the naked dreamer
quaking
in the quad,
it all begins to strangle me.

Nature,
Open skies
open air,
this room
this mind
a suffocating refrain,
one wonders how it became this way.

I live my life in the shadows,
the invisible man for all to see,
take off my clothes,
shed my ego,
there is nothing left of me,
but this sacred breath,
these words that make no sense,
I'm the one that you don't see,
but I see you all around me.

I'm singing the Poet's lament,
the whispering voice,
you hear it in the shadows,
the figure passing by
out of the corner of your eye,
the one you can't quite grasp.

I live my life from the shadows,
the light is on the other side,
One of these days,
the dawn will call my name.
 Nov 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Like a dozen saint's
Echoing in ethereal song;
The ringing of her voice
Awaketh me in the dawn.

                                             ii.

                                             By midday, her company bringeth calm
                                             Her tranquility is serenity;
                                             She's the thirst of mine tongue.

iii.

The church in the sun
Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's;
The periapt glued to mine synapse
O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose
©Lonesome Poet's Poetry
 Nov 2015
brandon nagley
Dancing in the peaceful shade
Of eternal life;
The vitality resides inside the soul
The home I calleth mine wife.


©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Nov 2015
brandon nagley
Yearning her
Needing her
Wanting her
Loving her;

Adoring her
Kissing her
Holding her
Feeling her;

Making her
Mine wife;
With one ring
Romantic poetic life.

Diving down
Into her core;
Inside mine reyna
Mine true amour'.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated-Filipino rose
 Nov 2015
Sedoo Ashivor
The five fingers are not equal
Yet, one is not more relevant than the other
All five are needed to make a fist.
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