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 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
eyes
to caress
the moist horizons

hands
to see the
skeins of velvet black

hair
upon your
moulded shoulders

skin
adorns the
lithe line of back

soft
the light
which breaks in silence

dew
the lips
which part with moans

fragrance
which the
ears remember

heart
which i
now call my own



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 21, 2014
my first real love poem
'On my dear, it's been a year
so long it's been, are you coming home?'
'I don't know when my love, it's ******* here, I just want to come home'
oh you say, 'my tears are for you and the longing is hard, it's been many a day, ok just hurry home......'

Rushing here and fro, hoping and praying
drinking my sweet southern tea, oh bless my heart
I lost my shoes... and it's been many a day... so you say
hot summer days, making lots of love with your memory, under the hot humid nights, it's been many a day..

Sweat pouring, breath releasing,
rolling over to face what comes what may,
it's been many a day, I pray.. but it's okay see you soon
standing up straight holding my head, maybe today is the day
no dear one, its been many a day...

Well the days have come and gone,
still alone, so hard these days, to sir with love
not anymore, I feel a chill, body blasts there is a certain peace
until I see you one more time, hands sweat and breath grasps
yes, I cry when they tell me you are gone....

it's many a day, I say....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to my mom that had to endure this three times while my father was at war... and all those that have spouses serving in battle.. and waiting and waiting and sometimes never coming home....How do you deal??
 Oct 2014
Maria
I don't regret it, no
not at all.
But what I do regret
is telling you other things that I shouldn't have
I believed you could help
I shouldn't have
It was my mistake

Never again

© maria.who
 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
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if water finds its
DEPTH
i want to be
where
the
WHALES
SWIM!


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soulsurvivor
I have an affinity
For these creatures

They are huge
Yet gentle
And their
SONGS
are
AWESOME
 Oct 2014
Elizabeth Squires
Derivations in spelling are oft found
There is a few on them floating around
Last eve this word was discussed at length
How to spell it can vary from place to place
Should we not be right we'll be in disgrace
All spell checkers disregard my version
To my spelling they have an aversion
The American way has much more strength
English folk denote it so differently
One debates its spelling constantly
Which brand name of this word do you employ
The latter example doth display a (U)
I'll jot both of them down for you to view
Color and colour its spelling doth toy
 Oct 2014
Raj Arumugam
How long do you reckon
it'll take you to read a book
say, of a thousand pages?

Well, it took the intellectual
six months to read, thinking
and considering every page and idea;
the writer took about five months
taking in the aptness and beauty
of each phrase and word;
the teacher took three months,
the librarian two and so did the reviewer -
*but the student,  the student did it in just one night,
just the night before the final exams...
 Oct 2014
Amitav Radiance
You have the chisel in hand
And the master sculpture
Chisel away the unnecessary
To sculpt a masterpiece
Heart shines
Through the beautiful facets
 Oct 2014
Just Melz
It's there,
           in that Treasure Chest
Locked up tight,
          next to my bed
I don't know who has the
                     k e y
At night,
             I can hear it inside
It's not too loud,
        but it whispers to me~
                    "let  
                           me
                                out"

I do not cry,
but I say to it very gently~
           "I have
                    to wait
                            for the
                                    key"


When someone finds it,
          Will you let me know?
My heart's still
          b e a  t i n  g
            in that treasure chest
Although it's been broke
                It's wants to be
                              f r e e
          So please,
    Help me unlock my broken heart that's been torn all
                         a  p ar  t
     Release it back into me,
            So I can love,

             B
                       r
                              e
                               ­     a
                                         t
                                           h
                                           e

             and
Finally be free...  

*Do
      you  
           have
                  the
                      key?
 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
~~~



i am broken
i am broken
i'm a broken girl

I am tired
i am tried
of this cold cruel world

it is pointless
it is pointless
it's pointless it seems

when you're broken
when you're broken
and have no dreams

~~~

I am broken
i am broken
I'm a broken man

there is no one
there is no one
who really understands

how can i
how can i
live in this place?

the eternal
the eternal
rat........ race

~~~

I was broken
I was broken
for you my child

I lived here
I lived here
in this world so wild

I was beaten
I was beaten
and hung on a cross

I died
I died
for the lost

I know all
I know all
that you go through

when you're broken
when you're broken

I'LL RESCUE YOU



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 20, 2014
This is a rewrite of a song
I wrote in 2009

It is posted for a poet friend...

Jesus was labeled illegitimate
From birth... which means he
Was ostracized

He spent many years alone

He never married

He was criticized and tempted
By trickery throughout His
Ministry... many of His followers
Abandoned Him... even His
Inner circle lacked faith
Didn't pray for Him during the
Most trying time of His
Short life... one denied Him

And one totally betrayed Him... with a KISS.

Most people know the rest
Of the story....

What did He say almost with
His final breath?

Father, FORGIVE THEM.
FOR THEY KNOW NOT
WHAT THEY DO...

HE FORGAVE US.
WHO ARE WE NOT
TO FORGIVE OURSELVES?
As I find my way into your heart
it will be subtle lest you run, hide ...
good at keeping secrets ... I'll bide
my time ...  permit you to make
the first move  ... toward me
until our hearts beat as one;
it is a distinct ...
 Oct 2014
pencaricahaya
The sunrise surprised me awake again
I haven't slept, I just can't
Not while you're in here
Haunting both memory and imagination

I haven't slept
And I'm not really awake
Ambulant slumber, never-ending malady
Love-sickness is the worst of them all
There's no comfort, nothing soothes, nothing satisfies

I must wake
Even though my heart is broken
And everything has stopped for me
The rest of the world won't wait
It will just go on and run me over

At least the colors of the sky
Reflect those of my heart
Grey and blue,
And that saddens me a little more

It's lonesome looking at the sky,
Because it has your colors too.
Grey and blue
And that depresses me a little more
 Oct 2014
Kelly Rose
Why is it so easy
to hate myself
then love myself?

Lessons in self love
were lacking
whereas lessons
in hurting myself
were bountiful

Better to hurt yourself
than others,
Yes, that was the motto
I grew up with

A lesson well learned
I have become an Artiste
in the lesson of self hatred

One lesson I pray to unlearn
but fear it is too ingrained
10/20/2014
 Oct 2014
ryn
Perhaps I'm encased in a box
made out of two-way glass.
A biased one-way mirror...
Mutual vision doesn't meet nor pass.
When you look at me,
you only see,
yourself for all that you care...
Me? Just a faint suggestion that I'm even there.
   Maybe that's why...
      you ask about my life,
      about my strife.
      When I'm about to unload my
      head,
      I end up having to hear about yours
      instead.

Perhaps at times I travel around
in a bubble of frosted glass.
Only a blurred version of me...
Clumsily ploughing through the mass.
Incoherent, misunderstood and unclear.
Unintelligible muffles of hopes and fear.
   Maybe that's why...
      My words are just perceived as
      playful rhymes.
      Never keeping up with the times.
      Words regurgitated but no one
      realises what's coming undone...

Perhaps what I need
is an armour of bulletproof glass.
One of unique quality...
One ahead of its class.
You can do and say what you want.
A shell that would bear most of the brunt.
     I'll be impervious.
          I'll be protected.
               I can be indifferent.
                    I can be jaded.

   Maybe that's all I need...
           A shocking stunt.
                 A fresh perspective.
                      A new plan.
                           Revised objectives.

   Maybe a different name to start all
   over...
      To tie the binds and thoughts that
      scatter...
      Hoping of holding everything
      together...

Come morning, all will be
      forgotten...
Maybe I'd still be beaten.

   So for a chance that's,
     fat as hell
           or
     thin just a sliver...
Truth is of the three, I have neither...
So...

    *what I've said doesn't really matter.
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