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 Jan 2015
Mohd Arshad
Other people build walls;
Poets build bridges.
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 Jan 2015
Amitav Radiance
Poet lives in his words
A part of his soul
Written across paper
Ink that flows
Bleeding the poet’s heart
Poetry holds life
 Jan 2015
PrttyBrd
i remember that day in the afternoon sun
the garter snake passed lazily through the tall yellow-headed sourgrass
or maybe time was edging toward stillness
as it so often does in mental replays

there was cold, clear water in a tall, clean glass
that sat still at the end of your fingers
the sunlight hit the sides and it came through the water tilted
at the same angle as your head as you smiled
i saw the condensation on your hand
and wondered if it would feel cool against my skin
or if all I'd feel was the warmth of you
i could feel the glaciers melting
drop by drop by drop

and a warm, soft wind
covered up everything
on the day your love came screaming through me

you had oranges and lemons in a canvas bag beside you
different hues of summer in that pouch you brought along
there were seven different kinds of light welling up inside of you
you smeared citrus pulp all over me, in laughter like song
gone too quickly to tell you I longed for you to stay
gone to good old east rutherford three thousand miles away

i felt the warm surge blast my mind
coming in from behind
on the day your love came screaming through me

in the fresh light of day
i felt something falling away
on the day your love came screaming through me

                                                 *i remember that day
                                                  time was edging toward stillness
                                                  as it so often does in replays
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Such an honor and pleasure working with Dagoth I Am. He's so talented and kind. :)
 Jan 2015
Robert Blankenship
The road of life is ever changing,
It offers to us no one to blame,
But I ask "Why can't only the bad parts wash away ,
And leave the good to remain.

RLB
 Jan 2015
Mohd Arshad
We leave yesterday,
The exit to entrance of today,
Waiting for the door of tomorrow to open!

What we got,
What we lost,
How many drops of joys,
How many cups of sighs,
All are closed beehind the door!

We are in the hall of today,
Let's put forth best efforts
If we want to sit on the chair with comfort,
And adjust it to its better place.

And prepare ourselves
For the condition of the new hall,
And instil faith that the things
Will be the best there!

Only this we can do,
And all lies in the will of heaven,
And doing our work is out greatness!
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 Dec 2014
Hailey P
There's two hearts
On the floor.
One mine,
Both yours.
 Dec 2014
Alexis Marie Solis
You Were Red.
You Liked Me Cause I Was Blue.
You Touched Me;
And Suddenly I Was A lilac Sky And You,
Decided Purple Just Wasn't For You.
 Dec 2014
Mohd Arshad
The year in which we lived together,
Crossing smiles and weeping with sighs,
Passed by slowly, leaving us with  its new companion
which we call the new year!
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 Dec 2014
Robert Blankenship
People are hard to analyze,
With the angry way they talk and act ,
Though you have committed no offense against them,
Is this behavior geneticaly just a fact?

My mind cannot understand at all,
Their attitudes so hostile,
You think one could self restrain,
But for most that's just not possible,

Retaliation must be verbalized,
They cannot just refrain,
An unnesasary audible word shoots forth,
Exploding from in their brain,

Over some word or act misunderstood,
But too it they MUST respond,
When the best action they could have taken,
Would have been to just let it alone,

But they will not self restrain,
They are not willing to digress,
The only explanation I can find,
Is they want a fight I guess.
RLB
I wrote this while trying to understand certain family members and friends bad attitudes. Still I don't understand .
 Dec 2014
Mohd Arshad
Keep looking at yesterday
To walk easily on tomorrow!
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 Dec 2014
Mohd Arshad
I have never counted my days;
I have always counted my good deeds,
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