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Don't feel down, your friends will lift you back up
 Jun 2014
Deneka Raquel
I use to see you in the sunlight.
Until the sun died,
Growing so dim,
The earth was forced to dwell,
In eternal night.

The sky blazed with angry stars.
Glittering and glinting with,
Malice and envy because they will never rest again.
Men would expect to much of them.
Making wishes on their fallen,
Leaving gaps in the sky open,
Hating the sun for being so selfish.

The earth becomes,
Cold and Ice blue.
Frozen.
Desolate.
A wasteland of hate.
And Plants wither and die,
Loathing the moon.

Chaos expels,
Gushing from the wounds.
Hurricanes, Oozes from gashes,
Tipped and ripped from its roots,
Because of the imbalance in the universe.

The sun went out like candle light,
From the winds that came from your lips
As you blew it out with a smile.
Leaving the world to die slowly.

Setting off wars,
Threatening extinction,
Causing epidemics,
Brewing disasters,
And Hunger...
Existence relies on your power.
But you are to ignorant to see it.
Everything revolves around you.
Everything suffers because of it too.
Sometimes I just start writing without even thinking about whats coming out and when i see the results sometimes I cant even define what I wrote. This is one of those. Tell me what you thin because I am loss. I wasnt sure what to name this either.
 Jun 2014
reflectionzero
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Busy little bee, you've got yourself some honey
You trap yourself in sweet desire
Sticky situation you've got yourself in.
Flower to flower, hour to hour
Bumbling about your days.
Stacking that sugar to the ceiling
Drone yourself a home.
Stuck in a husk, an empty hive.
A queen throned
Alone.

You busy, busy little bee.

-r0
 Jun 2014
Joe Cole
'Tis true, 'Tis true.  I do I do
He has a vocabulary of a hundred words
And speaks to me inspirational verse
Which I write down to share:-) with you
This bird I own showed me the way
To verbally destroy and then to slay
The poetic pathetic lesser men like you
Oh bow before me bow you serfs
For I are your artistic master here on earth
I are the greatest living man
As artistic brilliance from my pen doth flow
And inspirational words do poetically grow
All this from a parrot gilded bright
Lyrical inspiration into the night
And who here can compare

My bird as yet has got no name
Please peasants give a name
That all men here will recognise
As belonging to the best bird
In the land
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
They say the bells
Toll for
No man
But they will toll
For love,
For death,
Peace,
And
War.
The bells will toll
When the great pass
And when so many
Poor fall.
They
Will chime
With the falling
Of every hour.
The bells
Will toll
For everything
Except man.
 Jun 2014
Sally A Bayan
(1)

I bring two tiny hands
to my lips
both so tender
a smell of new life
just released from within
soft pinkish hands
that make mine look like giants
raring to grasp some warmth
for that sense of security
while i, too,
await that tight grasp on my finger
and that first sweet smile, for
they bring new beginnings
and countless dreams to be dreamt.

(2)

I bring two tiny hands
to my lips
like those of an angel's
pinkish
soft
tender
light as a soft feather's touch
it is a trip to the clouds
overwhelming
feeling so much joy
unexplainable tears
f a l l i n g
feels like
H e a v e n.


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***The feeling is kind of different, the arrival of a first grandchild...and the next babies to come...
Wrote this for us grandparents, especially for the new ones,
like Francie Lynch***
 Jun 2014
Jack
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Darkness invades
The depths of your soul
You stare into nothing again

Tear stained illusions
Carved in the alley
Shadows foreboding descend

Labyrinth branches
Woven temptations
Blistering quick on the heel

Blind definitions
Of splintered emotions
Soiled the whispers you feel

Dance with the keeper
Slightly off balance
Break, never yearning to bend

Darkness invades
The depths of your soul
You stare into nothing again
 Jun 2014
Joe Cole
Loghain,  having reread most of your beautiful works on numerous occasions I have come to realise that you truly are one of the worlds greatest:

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ARSEHOLES
 Jun 2014
Jack
A rainy day,
two hearts in love
Moisture falls
from up above

We don’t care,
bring the storm
Our love is here
to keep us warm

As we walk,
laugh and play
On this perfect*
*rainy day
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