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 Nov 2014
Matthew O'Reilly
When I has born
My destiny was made
The doctors said "he will make his own future"

When I was eight they gave me a block of wood and said
"create what your future will be"

I was eighteen
The doctors returned and the block was unchanged
They asked "why?"

My future was sitting right next to me
The girl I'd fallen for
The girl that has a heart of gold
I didn't need to craft anything for my future
Because you are my future
Because my destiney is you
Make life how you want it to be, create your own path
poems flow like rivers in tide
when she’s by your side
and reclines a November afternoon
on the back of the crescent moon!

you tell her stories only for her made
as the birds their weary wings spread
when her face is west borrowed red
and you grab the last flickers before they fade!

you don’t talk of love but companionship
as night wears on and comes not sleep
the mangrove smells of long dead shells
with returning tide the river swells!

beside you walks a woman in your mist of tears
a face you hadn’t seen over all these years
she’s the woman you wonder if you ever knew
a companion a lover one dream forever new!
 Nov 2014
PrttyBrd
Lost in the music of childhood Saturday afternoons
Never before realizing
The broken soul she purged through impassioned verse and powerful refrains
This same music offering insight and healing
Songs wailed from the depths of my being
Tears burn my tired eyes
As I cry, never having realized i lived her pain
I am living it now, through my own wounds
Wounds i borrowed from her broken heart
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Mi alma rota está lleno de amor. Te quiero muchisimo Mami.
 Nov 2014
CA Guilfoyle
Tonight in this garden
a million flowers boom
clouds of gypsophila loom
at my window and beyond
with fragrant vines, that crawl
saturate, scented paper walls
these night lilies, only a dalliance
that blooms and fades
your hands soft upon my legs
we are drunk from dulcet wine
sung from the whisper of moon that dips
caress of your reddened lips
all other time is now lost
as we travel this world
lilting softly slow
 Nov 2014
Fitri Nisya
Sad
She is too afraid of living in real life
So she would rather living in her poems

And suddenly,
All the sad poems were about her
She feels better,
Listen to the echo of its words
And how its make her feeling alive

Or at least,
It does not make her down,
Or leaving her
As everyone does

And it makes her feeling better
Who else ever feel like living in poems?
 Nov 2014
B M
You took me to odd places
My own mind was one of them
From our first conversation
To the first time we hung out
I knew it would be different
I just can’t help shaking this feeling
The heart wants what the heart wants
And I am going to be positive about this
With my experiences with you
I learned more about myself
Than I thought I would
I learned that I am brave
Or at least capable of being so
I learned that deep down inside
I’m positive as ****
I learned that you can find friends
In the most unlikely places
And
I learned that you can always
Come back from a dark place
As long as you have someone to help you out
Thank you for the memories
They were pretty great
And I hope that we make more
i rewrote "my last poem about you"
 Nov 2014
Twisted Sweetness
I had gotten so used to self-hatred
That when he called me
"Beautiful"
I wondered why,
Why in the world
Would a bee leave
Roses, marigolds, sunflowers
And choose to be in the mud?
"Because YOU," he said,
"You are my lotus".
 Nov 2014
Esther Pang Hui Min
When I think of you...
I think of the hugs we embraced,
and the kisses we shared.
The whispered vows of love.

When I think of you...
I think of your innocent gaze and charming smile.
I think of your laughter,
how I haven't heard it in awhile.
And I start to miss you...

But...

When I think of you...
I think of the times I needed you around,
and repeatedly you let me down.

When I think of you...
I think of how I became a convenience,
a companion, and not a commitment.

When I think of you...
I think of how we quarreled,
the hurtful words that were spouted,
the pools of tears that were shed.

I think of how I've never known,
how it's like to be with someone,
but feel like I'm alone.

When I think of you, I sigh...
Because this I know,
that it was right to let you go.
 Nov 2014
The Messiah Complex
i want to build a home
                          i want to frame every goodbye
that's ever left my lips
                         with a sigh, and hang them on walls
built from good intentions
                          i want to lay a foundation
that doesn't crumble beneath a heavy heart
 Nov 2014
Ember Evanescent
A single last scarlet autumn leaf, still clinging to the branch despite knowing that winter is coming. Maybe doomed, but a noble thing to do with its last moments of existence. To stay by the side of the tree through the cold when it is almost entirely bare. A spark of hope.

A single last petal left on a plucked daisy, he loves me. Maybe not true but a delicate type of fragile beauty. A single silken pure white petal. A spark of hope.

A single last person by the bedside of a stranger on their deathbed. Holding the hands of the terminal patient as life fades out of their body like blowing out a candle. A spark of hope.

It only takes a single last spark of hope.

Repost if someone has been YOUR single last spark of hope. Or if you just really like to repost stuff, then you go on and feel free to do that! I fully support that! ;P
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art! :)
Repost if someone has been YOUR single last spark of hope. Or if you just really like to repost stuff, then you go on and feel free to do that! I fully support that! ;P
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art! :)
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