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Daylong I bemoan justice denied to me
Till breaking through my nightly peace
They gather around me seeking justice.

In someone’s eyes I sculpted a rain
In someone’s life a desert
In someone’s loss I found my gain
Broke someone’s delicate heart!

On someone’s face etched a dark shadow
A scar in someone’s mind
From someone’s face stole moon’s glow
In the dark left someone behind!


They surround me breaking night’s peace
Each someone I hurt on the way
My wrongs' phantoms come for justice
From the ruins of the gone by day!
 May 2014
Denisse
They always thought that it was my last choice
I want to tell them no, but it seems like I don't have a voice
They told me that I'll grow up not having one
That I'll get my dream job, finish my studies, read all the novels and still in the line.

It's not my intention to give them motive
But they said that I'm always busy about my priority
What they don't know is I am searching too
Looking for someone that will love me like what others do.

I also wanted to be wanted
Sometimes I have this feeling of being haunted
I aw always dreaming for someone who can hold me
I am always praying for a fairy tale.

In my daydream I am always longing for a Prince Charming
No matter how busy I am in my priorities,
I'm still looking forward in the time when the GREEN LIGHT STOPS
The time that I can GO.
Usually in the traffic light, GREEN LIGHT is the sign for GO. And this poem is about waiting for that moment, PATIENTLY WAITING WHEN THE GREEN LIGHT STOPS, the moment WHEN I CAN GO.
 May 2014
Amitav Radiance
Passion blossoms into a flower
Spreading its alluring fragrance
The wind is the messenger
Carrying the invitation of Love*




© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014
Andrew McElroy
We smashed through
plates of glass
on our way back down
from China.
We swam through
oceans of plastic bags
only to reach
the oily surface
of the Pacific's
deep heart of blue.
We flew through
red clouds of smoke,
feeling higher
with each breath
we took; to only find our
coastlines and insides
filled with factory stacks
of mobile empires,
run by thieves and crooks.

We thought we thought
the craziest thought.

We should have known better
than to blame our neighbor.
 May 2014
Luna Lynn
though delicate as a rose
I still have thorns
that outlive the pedals and stems
and once I've rotted
and ****** into soil
the rebirth process begins
and as I grow back
my colors are brighter
the boldness of red as it bleeds
but I am reminded so
of the knives in my side
that the flower refuses to see
(C) Maxwell 2014
 May 2014
chimaera
Took my seat as usually, an old broken
puppet in a shelf, left alone, staring around.

And this girl is walking and now she seats
right in front of me.

Renaissance white blouse.
Brown almond soft skin.
Wet red lips.

She looks right into my eyes.

We smile.
No.
We laugh. Openly.

If I had lean towards her
we would have kissed.

I can feel her lips,
I am sure
she would taste
like cherries,
her skin fresh
as a breeze
smoothly warmed
on my leaning.

We should have kissed.

If I wasn’t I.

And I shiver,
leaving the train
thinking of her
all this time after.
 May 2014
Antonio
the late afternoon of life.
the Sun hurtling toward the horizon
shedding its yellow brilliance
for a deep orange shawl that
turns my ageing landscape
into a warm diffuse gold.

The path to my distant demise
is shorter and brighter now
as the long winding road
behind me fills the breeze
with a brisk evening chill.

as I pause to look back
at the shadow of my past,
its long dark cast stretches
over the valleys and peaks
that once blocked my path

greying shadows behind me.
golden red brilliance ahead.
the journey near completion.
soon, no more path to tread.*

~~~
 May 2014
Jack
~

I shall go there with my love

There’s a meadow in the distance
Golden grains upon the land
Such an effervescent morning
As we walk there hand in hand

In the trees the birds are singing
Sunny skies play up above
There’s a meadow in the distance
I shall go there with my love

There’s a river by a mountain
Waters blue and crystal clear
So refreshing is its beauty
O’ the sound we love to hear

Upon it glistens soft reflections
Of the bluest skies above
There’s a river by a mountain
I shall go there with my love

There are horses in the pasture
Frolicking this perfect day
So majestic in their stature
As they run the fields at play

In the air their manes are flowing
Cool the breezes from above
There are horses in the pasture
I shall go there with my love

There’s a garden filled with flowers
O’ the fragrance soft and pure
Perfect blossoms for the picking
Where we could not ask for more

All the colors of a rainbow
Streaming through the sky above
There’s a garden filled with flowers
I shall go there with my love

There’s a future that is waiting
Where the days are ever bright
And forever it is springtime
Every scene a perfect sight

Where the nights are heaven's answer
Neath the wondrous moon above
There’s a future that is waiting
I shall go there with my love
 May 2014
llyana
Twinkle, twinkle you were right beside me
When I blink, there's no you that I see
I never expect nor I didn't see this coming around
Because all I know is we were happy, safe and sound


Run, run, run, as I shout your name
Thinking you're hiding and this is just a game
But then I found you, do you feel a little shame?
Even the sky cry hard as it started to rain


It feels like you stabbed my heart with an invisible knife
It might not bleed, but it hurts the same way
And I don't know if I can go on with this life
You left me hanging without a word to say


But then I woke up at 2am
I realized I should listen to them
You're not the guy to cry every night
I deserve better and I know this is right


All those I love you's, forever and always
Are now become words that just go to waste
But still I want you not to forget those little things
And the girl who loves the fading sound of strummed guitar strings.
Sometimes, even if it's over, you still dont want to be forgotten by that someone. Even if it hurts you, you still think of all the good memories you shared.


This is an old poem. I used a lot of song titles or lyrics if you noticed. I do love music :D
The mother cat is teaching her kittens fast
Leave them she must
In another few days.

Her babies are
Blindly following her
She knows her art of replays.*

Grow up baby till you have the caring hand
Grow fast to earn your place on this land
Not all you future can hold in embrace
Not all of you can survive find a place.

She teaches well her lessons are without flaw
She teaches you to use them well your tooth and claw
Yet not all can rise from fall make their way
Not all you can live up to the future day.

Learn fast child time runs wild don’t know when
You are grown and left alone with angst of pain
Learn it smart all her art of making it through
Know baby all her teachings are wise and true.
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