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Come sit with me
Take the world off your shoulders
We don't have to talk if you don't want
I'll just sit with you and be your friend
 Mar 2018
Pagan Paul
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I thought of you the other day,
saw your face and kindly laughed.
Remembering how we used to play,
and cried at the times now passed.

The clock ticks, and tocks.
But strangely with no sound.
There is a timely silence,
now that you are not around.
My heart aches and cries,
but strangely without a tear.
There is a brutal loneliness,
now that you are not here.

Do you ever think of me,
see my face and kindly smile?
Lose yourself in my memory,
and linger on the thought awhile?



© Pagan Paul (2016)
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 Mar 2018
Eric W
If only
I was able
to follow
my own advice,
 Mar 2018
Born
5
                   a
               e      r
           y             s

since I joined hello
a larva with a torn soul
Clinging to Whatever's left of life

since I started scratching for light
Peeking at the  deeming tunnel
but still hoping

since I started dinning with poets
eating haiku in the morning
drinking sonnet in the afternoon
feeling the aching agony of the broken in the evening
falling in love with the dreamers at night

Since my heart was pounded
wrecked and left with unspeakable pain

Since Born was birthed
a crawling character that was literally dying
but still screaming for hope, love and dream

Since Ismael Ibrahim aka Born
stopped existing
and started living
I appreciate every single one of you for making this journey possible. In good, bad and worst I poured out my heart to you guys and you showed me nothing but love. Thank you
 Mar 2018
julianna
Cancer free
Cancer free
My old best friend is cancer free
He didn't share his cancer with me
The cancer that was in his knee
We passed the hospital at three
And my heart had anxiety
But there was cancer in his knee
And no more room was left for me.
He had cancer, but we're both scarred and I can only blame myself.
 Mar 2018
c
tap the vein
the very flow
a fizzle-POP
the gears whir

dry-eyed in the garage
suckling that oaky rind
spin the clocks
if so inclined

the mothers plead
but She still calls for you
repo the lung
the liver too

this sickly sweet memory
this one too many
this cool kid
strutting streets in denim jeans

--
c
 Mar 2018
julianna
"I don't want to exist sometimes."
Dear God forbid those words reprise
"Be careful who you tell these rhymes."
The therapist looked and checked the time
As if waiting for the clock to chime
Next time I'll come, look in her eyes
Then smile and tell happy lies.
I told her that I get really sad and don't want to exist sometimes. She told me not to tell any other health professionals that because it "sounds bad." Hell yeah it sounds bad! What an unprofessional way to handle it... made me feel terrible.
 Mar 2018
Thomas P Owens Sr
she knew all that I was
and I her
this is what I miss
this is what I remember
when her name is whispered
in a distant corner
so that I cannot hear
but I can
I can hear her name
in the glint of a star
not yet seen
on the crest of a dream
not yet realized
she knew
she knew that I loved her
oldie - revised
 Mar 2018
Shahnaz
When teardrops fall down your cheeks,
Into a million pieces your heart breaks
The oceans start a war, for you
The clouds come through, with you
Yet, you almost never recognize
The universe mourning your loss, by you
While you're swamped up in your own despair,
Thinking you're all alone.
/ˈjuːnɪvəːs/ ‘combined into one, whole’
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