I couldn't have said it better myself ;)

May 2014

Charlie Hazels

Last

They said it couldn't last between two so similar.
The way we both dream in space before crashing back on earth.
We both like the same things- music, books, we even both want a dragon.
We both hide our secrets behind a personality wall.

They said it couldn't last between two so different.
How I love sports- to be free, running, in the air.
How you can show emotion with shapes on a page.
Your attitude shields you- my knowledge protects me.

They said it couldn't last between the two of us.
In this 'accepting' society we would get hell.
Where a mistranslated book led to years of suffering.
Neither would want to see the other destroyed.

They said it couldn't last between two so fragile.
When I told you I loved you, and you said you loved me too.
As we sat there you cried, and I shook with fear.
But that day will pass and we can move on I hope.

They said it couldn't last between the two of us.
But how can it when it never began?

May 2014

Terry Collett

MUMBLE PRAYER.

The tall
young monk
by the bell rope,

in the cloister,
by the refectory door,
off to Rome

the following day.
I tolled the bell
for Angelus,

rope between hands,
words between lips.
The peasant monk,

fading tonsure,
swept the cloister,
black habit dusty,

humble,
soft prayer,
inaudible mumble.

A NOVICE MONK IN AN ABBEY IN 1971.

May 2014

Michael M De La Fuente

Chocolate Indulgence

How many chocolates did this person eat?
If the chocolate was made before the chocolate was eaten.
It melted away through the process of heating.
But, how could the chocolate melt if the chocolate was almost freezing?

Its exposure to the sunrise was apparent,
But, at what time did it leave before becoming disparate?
The time difference was dwelled in effect,
before the chocolate was seen in such repent.

Therefore, the state of the chocolate has been pronounced viable.
In the mouth of the person of which this question ultimately relies upon.
In the sense of being eaten once it was made,
while maintaining its sweet composure without heating or freezing away.

How many chocolates did this person indulge?
If in reality it was only made an hour before it was divulged!
Only this person could really say,
to relive this encounter one must divulge away.

While the mystery revolves around the chocolates dense state,
We must indulge in a chocolate now and allow this question to dissipate.

By: Michael M. De La Fuente

This poem was written as a response to a mindful observation of a chocolate covered strawberry.

#time #indulge #question #freezing #melting #chocolate #melt #delicious #divulge

May 2014

Poetic T

Online illusion

I say I'm this you say your that online
friendship an illusion of  pixel's seen
on a screen. I say I'm the age I think
you want me to be, but I can be what
ever I want behind this screen.

I talk with you and also them, grooming
them to be an online friend, I am not
what you think. I am older younger I
could be sixteen but really fifty three,
my age and *** is what I  wish it to be.

For online friendship is an illusion, you
see pixels and words can tell a thousand
lies, but you crave a friendship and with
that you found me and my lies.

I could ask you to do things, if not you
the new friend I meet last week. I am
an online friend but you'll never really
know am I a woman, a man  for all you
know I could be a teenage kid showing
friends what you sent me to show everybody.

Now on the web, for all to see and show.
Trust  no one that you have never meet in
person, as an on line friendship is just as
fake as the picture you may see that person
you'll probably never meet.

Don't trust the picture or the words of those illusions you see on the screen...

May 2014

NV

plastic cups.

And I sort of fell in love with plastic cups.
The ability to fall, and never break apart.
Because, as for me.
I'm just a glass positioned a little to close to the edge of the table.

May 2014

K Daniel Little-Paw

The Broken & The Breaking

a hidden, sweet animosity
licks my brain into submission
whips and chains in position
tears my veins into visions
old scar incisions
with surgical precision
the mission is over now
how did I get left out?
conscience fades into haze
lost distances, emotions enslaved
I won't see her face again,
fall back into strangers
unless we pretend
we can exist or be friends
our love was pretense
expensive, and didn't make sense
but it slept in my heart
so soundly, so comfortably
we were never apart
so swiftly, so effortlessly
we fall all the way
back to the start
her lips were my paintbrush
our love was an art
the broken and the breaking
and the taking of trust
and the faking of lust
our hands fell apart, into dust
now buried in the soil
underneath the earths crust
planted here we will stay
out of reach, out of the way
to wither in denial
and collapse in decay
I can still see her, distant
and I can't look away
decimated I fall to my knees
and refuse to believe
I'm just one of the trees now
planted and broken
my limbs turn to stone
if I can't leave this place
then I might die alone.
turn back to me, see me
see the glint in my eyes
one final goodbye
one final first sight
in the middle of the night
I can't help but try
my eyes closed in stone
so I can't even cry
my heart has broke open
memories frozen in time
if you can't tell me why...
then please...
tell me goodbye.

May 2014

Amelia Browder

Dreams

I
Wish
You
Kissed
Me
Like
You
Did
In
My
Dreams

May 2014

Monika

apology letter

my entire life is an endless cycle of apologies. i'm sorry for loving someone who i will never have a chance with. i'm sorry for being so ******* sad. i'm sorry for getting into these moods where everything anyone says makes me want to burst into tears and i'm sorry i'm such a ****** friend. i'm sorry that the reason i distance myself from people is because i genuinely believe they will be better off without me. i apologize for being such a burden. i'm sorry for all the sadness that everyone around me has to deal with because i can't seem to control it. i'm sorry for never knowing what i want and i'm sorry for hurting everyone that comes into my life. i'm sorry that at the end of the day, i feel even more worthless than i did when i woke up. i'm sorry that some days, i can't even seem to get out of bed. i'm sorry for not being able to put words together. i'm sorry that the reason i write so much is because i have so many things to say, they just never seem to leave my mouth. i'm sorry for letting him walk away. i'm sorry for giving up on myself. i'm sorry for never believing that i could be happy. i'm sorry for letting everyone down. i'm sorry for never listening to anyone. i'm sorry for always crying. i'm sorry for being so pathetic. i'm sorry for being the source of my own sadness.

#dumb

May 2014

Elle

Remember Me

When my smile fades away
and when the sky runs out of stars,
When the moon decides to give way
to the sun, remember me from afar.

When the clock stops ticking
and the ravens are at halt,
When my heart stops beating,
Remember to not let the ravens devour my heart.

Remember me for who I was
and for what we once had,
Remember me not only when we were happy
but when we were also sad.

The memories, bitter and sweet,
are deep within me still
But just in case, you choose to forget
I will be the one to remember for you were given the will.

May 2014

Elle

The Bird with a Broken Wing

Once I saw a beautiful bird
She was one of a kind
And when she flutters, the sun pays attention
As the clouds pay respect.

Her feathers depict unrelenting grace
And one would get lost in her eyes
Other birds pursued her for days
Some would even go for miles.

You'd somehow think she has it all
All except for one
The heart of whom she truly loves
The heart of a human.

Not only forbidden but impossible
This tale tells it all
How can a man hear her heart?
How can he possibly fall?

She looks at him from afar
He doesn't even know
A single tear fell from her eyes
As she wished upon a star.

"I don't even believe that such myths exist,
But perhaps, you'll grant me my wish
Only one and one will do
Make me human so he'll love me, too."

Oh, the poor bird who hoped for much
Who could only do as hope for such
For a dream, a wish that will never come true
Now her wing got hurt as she flew.

Oh, the beautiful bird with a broken wing
She can still fly but never sing
A sweet lullaby of a wish coming true
A lullaby of the only man she loved and will forever do.

May 2014

Elle

A Broken Heart

They write of singing birds and swaying trees
Of loving and being loved
While I lie here rotting,
I write of broken hearts.
I know of how bees sting
How the ocean is capable
Of drowning and devouring and such
It was so beautiful in the beginning
So clear, so peaceful, how it brings serenity to one's soul
Never thought I would drown beneath the waves.
Never thought of it at all.
I write of a wound that won't heal
Even time has abandoned and left me hanging
I write of a song of how all these years
I have been struck with the same lightning.

#poem #poetry #broken #sad #heart #melancholy #emotion #emotional

May 2014

Monika

the only thing I know how to do anymore is write about you

I miss you. I'm not really sure how to breathe anymore without you here to remind me. lately my hands have been too numb to do anything other than write about you. I feel pathetic, really, because I'm sure you're off with her now and you're not even thinking of me. I feel ridiculous because I can't get you out of my head. you're making memories with someone new and soon enough I'll just be another face blurred in your mind but I don't want you to go. the thought of losing you makes me want to throw up; maybe I'm in denial because everyone knows I have already lost you.