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 Nov 2016
nivek
there's a song in your heart
and only you can sing it
wander where you may
your song will follow
it will seem too heavy at times
but for sure it will still be your song
it will still be your heart.
It so painful when you're a really cheerful person, but in reality, you're dying inside.
 Oct 2016
Isabelle
She writes about
      S A D N E S S
to console herself
to find another who can
     R E L A T E

Why she writes. https://instagram.com/p/BLcX_vFld9v/
 Oct 2016
Stephan


Here in this place where I once played,
midst memories now cast aside
The clouds my worthless life has made,
rain down in teardrops I have cried
Thank you to all of my friends here who have supported and encouraged me. I appreciate each and every one of you.  I hope I have shown you the same kindness you have always shown me. This will be my last for while, I need some time to figure out who I am and how I became that person. Thanks again.
 Oct 2016
Anil Bingöl
Us
In this world, we write our histories
with the blood of our enemies.
Too many mysteries
Too many identities.
We wage war against our own kind.
But what for?
We are blind
when fighting in war.

Behind every gunsight
is a human being.
In every gunfight
we are loosing
despite the nation winning.
Soldiers don't know each other
but lie in the dirt, bleeding
to death together.

They all have one thing in common.
They died believing what they did was right.
But their stories will be forgotten.
Their heroism will be forgotten in the fight.
"In war, there is no good or bad side. The soldiers in the trenches shooting at you, are just like you. Soldiers following orders."
 Oct 2016
Silence Screamz
Both heart and mind are
shattered now that you are gone.
For I didn't get a chance to
say goodbye,
But I do have one question to ask of you,
Did it make you proud that I was your son?
My father passed on October 3, I didn't get to see him before he left
 Sep 2016
Silence Screamz
I was getting excited.
Waiting nervously, in my little boys mind.
I stood there patiently, a wee bit nervous but patiently.
My knees were starting to shake
My heart beat faster with each step I took
I was getting closer to my ultimate dream

This eight year old boy's dream to ride by myself, on the bumper cars at the county fair.

Every young boy remembers that moment
The moment when we can put the pedal to the metal and see the sparks fly from ceiling of the metal structure, as we slam recklessly into the next car and our heads bounce off the padded steering wheel...oh yes that feeling

The intensity inside me grew by every sinking flash of time.
The Kodak moment I was waiting for
You know that time..that hip hip yoorah moment of finally being independent

I was on the rise to manhood...or so I thought

The line moved as about as slow as molasses in the winter
Ten people in front of me now

Eight.....now six

Four ...now two

I was next...yes, yes, yes ..I finally reached the threshold of my manlihood

The grisly looking ride operator stared at me with bewilderment and confusion

Now is the time that he unlocks that chain...that barrier that holds back my freedom
The rusted links swaying back and forth.

Then err of calm set over me...the time is now
I am about to become a man..
"Stand tall" ..I said to myself

I stood tall on my tip toes, straining ever so slightly, to reach the top of that painted red line just above the cartoon elephant's finger.

That moment, frozen in time!!

The world went blank as the only thing I heard was that grisly, mean looking ride operator say:

"Sorry kid, you are not tall enough to ride this ride, maybe next year."

My cotton candy fell to the ground
 Aug 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

I don't know why it takes so long for me to get ahold
Of you,
Your soul is too lucid  laced with redness of rosary residue,
I have no choice not to be in your presence, this is the exact
Meaning,
I'm blinking my eyes and I'm going insane for these miles
That I'm entering,
To get to you,
You love is like a flute, and I'm ready to be serenaded,
Shouldn't I be the one singing,
I got too much on my mind,
Besides, I'm enjoying the tune.

/

Am I really good? Will I be alright?
Looking for a chance but a different fight,
You shot me down but I got right back up and you
ain't seen me In a different light,
Tell me where did we go wrong when the time came,
I was always down for you but you were insane,
You shot me down,
And you just ran off with your friends again , dang!

Always thought you were the love of my life though......
But you were like everyone else in this hell of a school,
I never was cool,
I wasn't a *** of pretty flowers , a puddle of drool,
Everyone was treating me like I was a fool,
Unloyal to myself like a plain used tool,

Am I really good? Will I be alright?
Looking for a chance but a different fight,
You shot me down but I got right back up and you
ain't seen me In a different light,
Tell me where did we go wrong when the time came,
I was always down for you but you were insane,
You shot me down,
And you just ran off with your friends again , dang!

/

Reds and blues,
I don't want the blues,
I was like heaven to you,
Cutting ties,
Done with all the lies,
When I say cutting,
Red like blood tombs,
Forget I love you too,
Dusting off my shoes,
Please! I'll stay with you,
Just make a move,
Check mate,

Fulfilling all your needs,
Like I outta' be,
Learn the birds and bees by myself
Through *******,
Honestly,
I digress,
Expressing through the trees,
Love was just a sleeze,
Picking enemies,
Swear that I was amazed.
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/88-compost-pile-colours-3-poems.html
 Aug 2016
Vanessa Grace
Separation does weird things to the body
causes a continental divide
between the mind and the heart
This divide-- it causes doubt
and it distorts three truths
for three lies.
It shifts a millimeter each moment
till one day, there's been an earthquake
and you no longer can tell fantasy from reality
due to the irrevocable damage.
You realize
the memories aren't really memories--
they are perceptions of events gone wrong
and this cataclysm of love allows it.
You see, the sweetness of words whispered
now have an underlining bitterness
now have a certain edge
that makes you wonder if they were ever true
And now you notice, far too early,
the warmth from their embrace
just... leaves, too quickly.
they just don't hold on like they used to.
its ever so subtle, but ever so notable,
and its enough to make you worry
about the things you see.
And finally, you both begin to see...
.... that separation
does weird things to the body.
It causes a continental divide
between the mind and the heart
and the realization that there's no healing
when you're miles and miles apart.
v.g
 Jul 2016
Silence Screamz
If I was the bullet?
Would I strike your heart or hit the ground?

If I was the gun?
Would I fire the bullet or misfire the chamber?

If I was the person holding the gun?
Would I think about you or think about me?

If I was the finger on the trigger?
Would I squeeze it or pull away?

If I was the eyes looking at you?
Would I see your color or see the person?

If I was the moment?
Would I continue time or pause for the second?

If I had a thought?
Would I scream or be silent?

If I was a human being?
Would I love you or hate you?
Stop the senseless killings no matter who you are...don't divide, Unite!!
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