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 Feb 2016
Adele
The massive stars
give all their fuel in the night sky
somehow, time will come
they will explode and die
One's existence will turn black
and will eventually fade.
 Feb 2016
LycanTheThrope
“Session three;
Subject has loss of appetite.
Two days since Subject’s last meal.
Loss of weight; 16.234 kilograms
and counting.”

It’s two till midnight.
“It’s three forty-three in the morning.”
That doesn’t matter to her.
“Why?”
She said it’s all wasted the same.

sinner
“Did she come again?”
In and out of silver.
“Explain.”
She got into my blood,
“How?”
With those cloudless eyes.
“Why?”
There weren’t enough.
“Of what?”
Rubies.
“Why do you need rubies?”
Count every time we’ve fallen.
“Why?”
She regrets it.
“Who regrets it?”
Tasting the wolf.

Hauntless
“Why aren’t you eating?”
I miss him.
“Who?”
It makes me sick.
“What?”
I’ve wasted.
“What did you waste?”
Please.

You found weakness.
“Do you know what’s happening?”
Yes;
Atlas gave me his burden.

“You cannot carry that.”
She lets me.
“Who?”
Lily-scathed and lapis shelled.
“What?”
She was so pretty.
“Who was?”
Lavender in the cosmos.
“Lavender?”
Yes!
Basking in folding chambers.

“I don’t understand.”
She was my west.
“What do you mean?”
I followed her into the sun.


Why didn’t he keep me?
“Who is ‘he’?”
My north star.
“The north star?”
That little bird with her owlet wings.
“What?”
Moons with comfort.
“Moons?”
No one wants to fall alone.

Spiteful
Don’t be afraid.
“I’m not.”
You are.
“I’m not.”
I like the way you smoke in here.
“I don’t smoke.”
Quiet your heart.
“What?”
You’re afraid.
“I’m not.”
Don't lie anymore.

“I-
-
I am.”

Smile soft.

“Assessment end;
Subject has gotten to me.”
de·cay
dəˈkā/
verb
verb: decay; past tense: decayed;

decline in quality, power, or vigor; to (of a physical quantity) undergo a gradual decrease.
 Feb 2016
Loveless
I want to run
I want to walk
But I don't want to stop on the way

I want to rise
I want to fall
But i don't want to stay as it is

I want to say truth
I want to say lie
But i don't want to be silent of my voice

I want to laugh
I want to cry
But i don't want to be numb and feelless

I want to live
I want to die
But i don't want to cease of existence

I want to shine
I want to be shadow
But i don't want to be none
 Feb 2016
SøułSurvivør
15-25
I searched for love in Looks
Handsome face and I was hooked
I was shallow, I got took.
How I cried! The tears that shook
these shoulders due to Looksist lies
These men wore masks just to disguise
Now I find they were no prize.

25-35
I went for intellect.
I was much more circumspect.
But i got what you'd expect.
Just because a person has a mind
doesn't mean they're not unkind.
In fact they're meaner, you may find.

35-45
I looked upon the Heart.
Bravery. One who'd take my part.
I looked for talent, love of Art.
But still, no love did this search bring.
My own heart n'er found its wings.
The Heart deceives above all things.

Now I look not for devices.
That bring only deceitful vices.
I'm not willing for those prices.
My man's not beautiful nor bold.
He is smart, but we're both old.
Upon him I am totally sold...

... I finally looked upon the SOUL.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 2/9/2016
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 Feb 2016
David Ehrgott
I climbed a tree today to wish you happy new year
You were nowhere I looked around and you were not here
I hear the sound of old guitars
Remember passings
I think of you. you're not around and I am still here
Why I remember in your bed we had it all dear, all the laughter
I hope the listener can figure out you are not here
And how all the laughter disappeared
'cause you are not here

Sometimes I want to throw myself off taller buildings
I could just let them out
Burst into tears or something
How could I let you out of
what was best for me
Las Vegas nights are brighter
Its night sky now too cloudy
I can not see the shooting stars or hear pal call out "howdy"
Remember 60's acts, the crowd would roar in laughter
How all that laughter disappeared
When you were not here

I spin around, I lose my mind then I fall down
Because my mem'ry is so unkind to me
Keep thinking of you constantly

I know I died when I was three but, that was diff'rent
Before I met you, saw you smile and heard you giggle
I know it's crazy in my mind you're in that blue dress
The one that had that white bow tied
The one that made you gift-wrapped
Now all I do is suffer from gyromancy
I spin around, so dizzy
But, I can't spell anything

And all the people, might be just there laughing at me
But, diddint you hear
That all the laughter disappeared
When you were not here
 Feb 2016
Edna Sweetlove
Night falls over Soho and, gazing into some cheap ****'s eyes
Over a candelit-chequered-food-stained tablecloth,
Beneath my belt an immense ******* lurks leakily,
The seams of my ****** soaked with bursting lust,
My groin twitching in desire for her wanton ****-flesh.

Streetlight shining through threadbare curtains
Glinting sexily over my hairy pounding buttocks;
My screamed roars of pleasure echoing
In the deepest depths of her tenth-rate mind;
Her poor brain collapsing in mighty mid-******.

Morning reveals a classy scene to chambermaid's gawp:
Spread-legged cold-as-chilled-salami ****,
Puny brainbox imploded like mashed bananas
By staggering rivulets of overpowering *******
Like a duck's entrails in an unwashed sink.
 Feb 2016
Àŧùl
Now I reached the lands again,
Still dazzled and confused I was,
From the encounter with an Angel,
Oh how she had filled my twilight,
Unable to forget her divinely touch.

Magical touch had enchanted me,
Able to recall it from the voyage,
I stumbled when disembarking,
Oh it was the first time for me,
My thoughts would last along.

After so many days at the sea,
I planned of bathing properly,
Her illusion tricked me thereto,
Oh how her traces remained on,
Facing mirror, I stood perplexed.

Still unable to accept the reality,
I longed for that night to repeat,
Heart beats Angel in each beat,
Life staged a drama too crazy,
Unwilling to take the reality.

My body carries the vestiges,
I turn crazier with each bath,
Her lips' traces keep appearing,
Driving me mad is her memory,
God! Bring her to life once more.

I had my powers as a commodore,
I sent for the captain of my ship,
"What bothers you, commodore,"
And so he asked of me kindly,
Then I told him of her traces.

Smiling he told me yet again,
"I had told you to get married,"
I agreed this time and nodded,
"Alright, search for me a bride,"
Going outside, he smiled plainly.
To everyone I recommend reading the first part firstly at the following link http://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/ so that you may relate to this one better.

On my fellow poets' suggestions, I continued the story of the sailor who had encountered the Angel-Mermaid.

End of part 2/7 of the 'Angel?' saga.

To be continued...

Read 'Angel?' saga part 3/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1154639/angel-surely/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 4/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1166821/angel-illusion/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 5/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1170623/angel-not-again/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 6/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1179276/angel-forever/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 7/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1182887/angel-ultimately/

My HP Poem #766
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2016
brandon nagley
Beaugelic quempress,
A Serentifying archipelago
We shalt repose; nearby a
Bryefire, burning liquid's
Of scented rose. Gardenia
Perfume, to sheen ourn
Outer layer's; scribing
Of the almighty, inscribed
Into ourn conscious, galaping
Another's inviting. Extraciting-
Anjarising, O' flambustic passing;
Her cherithronius' marble foundation,
Hast given me solid ground, wherein
I heareth the most karstrett of once was
Lost, now found. Darshaying in Romanticism's
Prism; making drum beat's to **** street's,
And archaic rhythm's.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Beaugelic- is a word I made up. It means ( beautiful and angelic)
Quempress- another word I made,,, ( means queen and empress) .
Serentifying means- serenity sanctifying ( word I made up) also means calm and holy).
archipelago means- a group of islands..,
Repose means - rest.
Bryefire means- a bright fire... ( a word I made up to)(^~^)
Scribing means ( writing) archaic form.
Inscribed means- carved.
Galaping means- staring intensely at another, as if today's our last day on earth,( a word I made up) (^~^)....
Extraditing means- extra exciting. ( word made by me)
Anjarising- means angel rising ( word made by me)“ψ(`∇´)ψ
flambustic- a hot flame no one can cross,but two soulmates...( word made by me)
cherithronius ( means cherubic like throne, or cherubs throne, I mean her cherub like throne.) Word I made up.
karstrett- is another word I made. It means musical terms meaning ( the most reverberating beauty of sound, that is from the firmament.)
Darshaying- another word I made. That means ( cuddling like children) “ψ(`∇´)ψ.
 Feb 2016
Onoma
You sat on your
perfect tree limb...
near white out snow
falling.
You leaned
windward, alighting
your form.
One hand clapping...
you unified sight
and sound, then there
was Zen.
 Feb 2016
Bianca Reyes
The night dips, crawls and falls at my feet
Hisses and rumbles as my attention it seek
I attempt to ignore it for I wish to behave
To uphold the morals my parents engrave
The night sprinkles white powder upon me
To try and wake me so with it I may flee
It casts a dark cloud just above my head
Tastes of whiskey and shame from which I was bred
Reminds me of the insatiable thirst I miss
Of flesh smoldering upon flesh with a kiss
The night tempts me to come out and play
But I want to be good so I elude it and stay
The Night Tempts Me ©

Shared on Hello Poetry on February 4, 2016
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