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 May 2014
svdgrl
There is never any urgency
until we notice the clock.
 May 2014
svdgrl
I like to play RPGs
It's a world that is unlike my own
and I'm a character I've named myself.
Sometimes I save my progress
on a file- safe and undisturbed-
and then I wreak havoc,
make friends I wouldn't make,
experiment for potential easter eggs.
It feels good to know I can just go back
to where I started
unfazed, undamaged, unharmed.
And if I ever do something substantial
in my free-for-all joyride of side quest,
I can always save it to another file.
There are so many memory cards in my drawer.

I find myself living life this way-
but with empty drawers
and only one disturbed file.
of only one fazed, damaged, harmed, character,
that my brother named when I was a baby,
in a world that I don't like too much.
And everyone tells me it's a game-
that we all put our hours in.
I just see the option
of a never-ending boss battle with loneliness,
or a never-ending side quest with friends,
and too much damage done,
so where better to let my thumbs rest?
 May 2014
felicia
I hear the moon singing out your name.
Every night.
I see the sun radiating your smile.
Every day.
The stars remind me of your beautiful eyes sparkling
every time I see them.
The rain embraces me with your scent.
The night sky and all the constellations lingering,
portray your beautifully carved face.
Mother nature hums your voice,
the one vocalized perfectly every time you say something.
And yes, every single thing around me brings me back to you.
yet they hit me with the fact that we cant be,
and we will never be
 May 2014
Tia
You say I never cared.
This coming from a man
Who never shared his tears
When I cried in front of you
acted like you didn't care.
I'm not trying to get on you.
I love you
And I always will.
I'm still going to need you
So don't go no where.
Your still my knight and shining armor.
You taught me So much
For one
how to handle my family.
You saved me.

It's not either one of our fault.
Neither one of as wanted
to break the others heart.
As long as we can be friends.
We will make it to the end.
Knowing we gave our kids all we can.
Your my forever and always
Till the end.
 May 2014
Tia
It's up to me to teach you right from wrong
It's up to me to make sure you  say please
It's up to me to make sure you go to sleep
It's up to me to make sure you learn to read
It's up to be to make sure you are clean
Its up to me to make sure you see
The beauty in this crazy world
It's up to me to teach you how to make change
Its up to me to make you have a shoulder to lean on
It's up to me to be your mommy

I love you both with all my heart
I hope I raised you right
I dream your dreams all come true
I pray that god will always be with you.
I cry thinking about how fast life goes by
To Keira and Aden:
I love you both with all my heart
Thanks to you I will never know what it feels like to truly be alone
It might be hard to be a Mom but it is totally worth it.
I love you Aden
I love you Keira
Your both my heart and soul
 May 2014
Amitav Radiance
A memory so old, turned to sepia
From the pigmentation of Time
Losing all defining boundaries
As the album pages become dog eared
Due to long years of reminiscing
The moments shared together
A happy snapshot, now fading away
Can’t recall anymore on introspection
The album full of memories
Black and white turns to sepia
And ravages of time discolors
Once colorful moments
Captured only in black and white






© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014
Rod E Kok
Do you even realize
what damage was done
when you spoke?

Is there understanding
that your words
caused pain?

Under a guise of humor
I was brought
to my knees.

Will you go on forever
not knowing what you
accomplished?

Or do you secretly gloat
over the knife that found
its mark.

I consider you
a friend, but as I pull the blade
out of my soul,
I have one hope...

That you are
oblivious.
This poem is not targeted at anyone in particular, but rather it was born from pent up frustration at the way my craft and my passion for poetry is perceived. You may not like poetry, and I appreciate that. It is not a genre for everybody. You may not understand the words I write, or relate to the things I write about. That's cool. Not everybody gets it. You may not like me, and I appreciate that too.

Read the poem. I will take the knife out, and carry on. And maybe someday my words will mean something to you, and you will understand.

Rod E. Kok
May, 2014
 May 2014
Jonny Angel
It’s a nice seat over
here on the safer bank,
where I’ve chosen
a cozy spot
to sit & contemplate
the future of my world,
watching
those narrow-minded-fools
fighting
amoungst themselves,
cannibalizing
each other’s dark hearts,
& giving me time
to start all over again,
now stronger
than before
the melee
began.
 May 2014
cr
my face smashed against the concrete
when you kicked me from your
life; i'm still picking jagged stones
from the spaces between my
teeth. because of this,

i don't smile
anymore.
i don't like it when people leave.
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