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 Jun 2015
Liam
junkyard patchwork
mismatched symmetry
residue recalled to life

a tale of another city
one stanza at a time
reborn to dichotomy

should fate reveal
passionless existence
would poetry still be written
 Jun 2015
K Balachandran
Aum..Omm
the wind booms,
the holy chant
kept awakened
my inner power grid.

The invisible fingers of wind
play sensually
on the salacious forms
sand readily assumes.

Inside the pyramid
I built brick by brick
with my love for you,
hope and anticipation,
silence stood frozen;
ages rained over it.

I was oblivious of
anything other than love,
kept waiting for you there
in my anthill beyond time.

time immesurable passed
like waves after waves
beating on the sandy shores,
numbers are just the creation
of mind's illusions like time and space,
but love I believed would fight back
the vagaries of human transience.

and at last I see
a turtle swim above white form
of an imagined ocean, my love
I see you swimming along
a mysterious apparition.
the moment has come
to redeem me from this bind.

It's like coming up from
the depth of blue waters
escaping a death by drowning.
Seeing your smile  was like
an assurance for a place in the sun, all over again
but I stood stunned as you walked past in silence.

And when I chased, you dissolved like a mirage,
the shadow alone was left on the sands, a coiled serpent skin!

after a trek that felt like a lifetime, I found you again,
there , at my favorite oasis; but it wasn't you
I knew from the first sight.  
                                               On my lips you kissed
one last time, for the sake of love that kept us wait in vein
in words dripping pain you whispered in to my ears:
"This  isn't real my love, you are day dreaming,
forget me the flower bloomed in mirage, go back to depth,
stop vainly flitting in transience, only one way we can unite
eternity waits for us , it's not this shadow of love, but real"
 May 2015
Chalsey Wilder
I'm somebody's daughter
My lungs fill with water
I scream and I shout
Fled ideas of doubt
Hope is depleting
People misleading
And my life line is defeating the inevitable
Who the **** are you, Mr. Incredible?
Your ego is bigger than my dreams
You're suffocating me
You need to **** that thing
It's driving you insane
Pretty soon no one will want to hear your name
There's a skidmark on your ego, shame
You should be afraid
My words are of envy
I speak when you spit
I kick when you hit
Please back up off me, *****
You don't wanna be me
You don't wanna see me
I hope I see you bleeding
Red and blue are colors to see
I'm somebody's lover
My heart fills with clover
My mind fills with doubt
I scream and I shout

Baby, I'm not Angry anymore
I'm Disappointment
I've no idea where this ******* came from.
 May 2015
Stevie Ray
Time to shatter my current self.
Expose the feelings hiding within.
Bring months of rain, a monsoon
as I peel off my skin. Bare and naked
sadness for the world to witness.
I bleed, a martyr of my faith
that all is equal and all get their fair share
of pain. Some more than others
some which can not be justified underneath the face of the sun
or the scarred side of the moon. The strength and endurance found in bonds shared by red blood flowing in all our veins. I peel, cry and peel, I am tortured, I am enduring, I am struggling, I am living, I am dying, I am burning and the flame of hurt is doused by the rain of my sadness.
I am not guilty, yet I am accepting and acknowledging the impact your blow had in my sense of righteosness and my perception, which caused a switch in my  reality.  My loss of perception and perspective allowed me to redefine my understanding of equality, love and loyalty. For that I am gratefull, it has made me stronger and it has made me wiser. So know I am breaking so I can love.
I can see the sun shine beneath my own clouds and sadness. I can see the sun shine beneath my own chin and I can feel the sun's warmth beating in my chest. The moon symbolizing my sadness and negative emotions. It's mysteries waiting to be discovered, waiting to be unlocked, waiting to be freed. Just wanting to sigh with the feeling of purest relief. I am joyfully dancing in the rain, crying and in pain yet smiling and entertained.
 May 2015
NV
within a prison-like classroom.
i learnt the writer used
"i "
to express his or her's feeling of unimportance.


i promise you.
i've been texting my i's in lowercase letters ever since.
 May 2015
PrttyBrd
Some things cannot be undone
And some things undo everything
5215
10w
 Apr 2015
CA Guilfoyle
I think of mountains
the way they climb for the sky
losing their way through clouds.
Looking up I never know if they reach the top
or if they see me way down here?
Some kind of ant, I dig for rocks
a pocket full of turquoise blue
a miner for Apache jewels
exposed by red dust winds
as the day chips away
and carves a night
into black obsidian.
 Apr 2015
Stu Harley
before
all
the pieces
are
broken apart
then
we
shall make
a map of the heart
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