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 Apr 2015
tian
Through the dark valleys I speak
Wandering, the great perhaps I seek
To light this vast and lonely place,
To share the truth about His grace

*Serving my God in a very special ways
4/13/15
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
Mirror reveals the inner sanctuary
The world neglected and obfuscated
Standing there, desolate, a lone warrior
Facing the unheard revelations of life
Now we see life with clarity
When the mirror lends it eyes to us
 Apr 2015
Aeya Jean Johnson
It hurts.
Pain,
It's ice cold and devours.
Frigid hands grip,
Clinging to the edge of the cliff,
Not knowing how long they can hang on.
Hot tears burn their way down clammy cheeks and
Through the soul.
Knowing that falling was eminent to fall--
Why was it caused by
Trust--
Trying--
Now it comes to a short and sudden
End.
The silence-- Life now,
It ticks by,
Painstakingly
Slow,
But faster than the rest. I feel my grip slip...
 Apr 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

She said when I wanna fool around why do i always talk?
I couldn't blame you this may come as a shock,
Sending and vasting off into a deep plain with no bloodshed,
Maybe I could be the zombie in your Evil Dead,
Do things that might end up as later possible regrets,
I could be the father of grandeurs tucking you in bed,
Showered in beer , blood and threads,
Strobe blinding my eyes,
Love it when you tell me lies instead,
Girls,
They like to have a girls night out,
And when they do,
Then they need to arrive at my raves ,
Then if they don't,
Then they'll have something to regret.
Welcome To The Rave!
Second part is here lol
 Apr 2015
Sjr1000
Depersonalization
Derealization
Dissociation
Delusional
Hallucina­tions
Confabulation
Perseveration
persevered.

Clanging
Rhyming
E­cholalia
echolalia.

Paranoia
Ideas of reference
Thought blocking
Internal stimuli
Thought broadcasting
heard
every way
every day.

Mental disorders
or
poets extraordinary

The Paiute anthropologist
locked up on the
inpatient unit
with visions of the ancestors
dancing in his eyes
said
"See these folks
you have locked up,
In ancient days
from the desert hills
they came our way
delivered truths
in their special way.

"Once they had their say
On desert winds
they blew back
up to their hills
away
straight away. "
"Can you please
give me the keys.
I've said what
I had to say. "
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
When words become banal
We would converse in silence
Heart to heart, a deeper impact
Feelings will reveal themselves
And emotions would flow freely
A peek into each other’s world
Welcomed without malicious words
Haven for conversation
Eyes would convey much
At the window of the soul
Ardent believers would understand
Let words become banal
And not hide behind a façade
Embrace each other with love
Build a synergy of known souls
Live this life with clarity
 Apr 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
*When I saw grandma was spinning yarn at moon
Mother's lullaby was just a fairytale
The measure would not have to weigh the legs
Flew colorful kites in the sky
Had a chat with friends at idle hours
The dreams came but never went with wind
We, all friends were wandering in a fairyland
The words of the poem as the rain came
She loved to hear the poems
When romance flowed with blood
Air, flowers said Spring
When in a lazy Summer afternoon  
She stood at my door
Sitting beside me
Sang a song of future
Lost ourselves
When time moved in the forth dimension  
You and me
Sometimes Sunshine,
Sometimes Rain
Horizon spoke with Rainbows
Then dreams played with my blue Sky
And I was bright as the Evening Star
 ~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
~
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Love comes looking for you
When you least expect it
Knocking on your door
Begging you to let it in

Even when you're broken
Love will come, lift you up
Rise your spirits once more
Give you hope in yourself

Maybe you won't believe
But a part of you needs to
Able to feel those emotions
As part of a soul, belonging

You can laugh with love
Just as love will cry with you
For it is a feeling like no other
We all will await, as love comes
Copyright © Chris Smith 2013
 Apr 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
We can fight like holy demons
And in the end, nobody won
You ain't telling me we're over
I'll tell you when we're done

Just because we fight a bit
We argue and we cuss
I ain't set to call us done
There's time still left in us

I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge

I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge

Sure, I done my cheating
But I kept my fingers crossed
I know that if I kept in on
My ring would not be lost

So I go and party
But I always come back home
It may take me a couple days
But, I know where I belong

I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge

I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge

We always talk it over
Once they let me out of jail
I know that you still love me
Or you'd not have paid my bail

There's time for us to make up
And there's time for us to fight
So, three more beer or so
And we'll see which will be tonight

I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge

I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge
 Apr 2015
Àŧùl
Love from you, my darling,
In the darkest of days, I need it.
Love from you, my beautiful,
In the blackest of nights, I wish it.
Love from you, my inamorata,
In the loneliest evenings, I require it.
Love from you o my best friend.

Love from you, o my baby,
In the playful days, I enjoy it.
Love from you, my dilruba,
In my sorrowful time, I miss it.
Love from you, my humjoli,
In all my joyful time I cherish it.
Love from you, my humdum.

Love from you o my lover,
In the brightest days, I need it.
Love from you, my gorgeous,
In the whitest dreams, I desire it.
Love from you, my mehbooba,
In the busiest mornings, I yearn it.
Love from you, my Jaan-e-mann.
Meanings of the Persian/Urdu/Hindi terms used:
1. Mehbooba: the (feminine) lover
2. Jaan-e-mann: the life force of soul
3. Dilruba: the reason of heartbeat
4. Humjoli: the sole secret-keeper
5. Humdum: the better part of life

My HP Poem #827
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2015
Aeya Jean Johnson
I miss you.

Not in the physical kind of way,
You are still here--
I can reach out and touch you now.

But things are different now.
Now all I do is
Drag
Drag
Drag behind you,
You even forgot I was here.

We use to talk,
Walking to our classes,
Sometimes passing them,
Lost,
Not physically,
But in deep conversations,
Where our words were equals,
Even if we weren't.

Now we hardly say "hello,"
Sitting next to you,
Your presence is comforting,
Your silence is not.
Being near you makes me miss you more.

Do you ever miss me too?
My official NaPoWriMo address: http://aeyanapowrimo2015.blogspot.com/
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