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 Jun 2015
LittleFreeBird
Small flame in darkness,
You became my inferno


Your spark scalded me.
 Jun 2015
wordvango
then realized I had
no else to blame
no omen was spelled on me
I did
once seek the who
to beat myself
out of him
there once
I was totally
innocent;
control for
had I turned over
to demons tormenting me.
Fault was the systemic things
or politically
the foe.
I would have
liked
to be stay
naive in this until,
a day came , I
looked in the mirror,
saw halfway through
myself.
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and writing.
 Jun 2015
wordvango
for every flower likes a stem

poetry is diverse with ******* symbolism

the tree stands tall aglow in the mists

oysters and beer make me see them

cloying metaphors for

a good squeaky bed spring

what do I say in them

those times when silence makes

a stranger sound

seems to rise above the going and coming

silence pierces the grasping ears with reality

a crescendo of

Oh god!
 Jun 2015
Alice R-P
A handful of berries,
A heart full of joy,
These are the moments,
In the summer to enjoy.

The lightness of Your body,
Your eyes have a gleam,
Living is so effortless
It nowadays seems.

Bathing in the sunrays,
Mind is at ease,
These are the days,
You should undoubtedly seize.
 Jun 2015
Just Melz
I just want to be known
I need to be heard
I just want people to remember my name
I'd love to make a difference
     in at least one person's life
I would like my words to resonate within
         at least one soul
I'd love for my rhymes to be the flow
    in which at least one heart beats
I need my life to mean something
I want my poetry to matter
        To anyone
          To  everyone
              To somebody
   To at least one single person
Is that really too much to ask?
 Jun 2015
Dark n Beautiful
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~ Author Unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~
It rain heavily on the river in Kerala the next morning
I think it was a sign of things to come,
I remember our walks by the water

The warmth of the sun as it dampen your hair
this brought out your winsome boyish smile
as you playfully tossed a small pebble into the water
It became an instant Kodak moment for years to come:
We were so in love with nature that summer

I remember every moment how we held each other hands
Your loving touch, your kiss, your blue eyes
So trustworthy was I: Your lies were accumulating.
and my foolish heart was pumping harder and harder

Like a gallon of water in the desert heat: you made me fell in love with you
your love for me was like a battlefield and I were the unexpected enemy

I am still very fond of my captor, I smile from ear to ear- each time it rain heavily in Kerala
If you know your enemies and know yourself then you are on top of things:

Until death leaves a headache no one can heal: Quote:
And love no matter what: leaves lasting memories.
 Jun 2015
Finley in Despair
If I die tonight,
One scary theory
Is true

If one memory repeats,
For all eternity
I hope it is about you
A scary but beautiful theory after death: your most cherished memories will repeat over and over and over again.
 Jun 2015
Sjr1000
Breaking out
in
Bojangle
dances
in
the most inappropriate
places.
 May 2015
Ivy Swolf
In a grassy ditch,
lets lie on our backs
until its dark enough to pretend
we're in a meadow far away from here.
There's a skyline in the stars
and we're young and determined enough
to plan to get right to the edge
of the milky way
someday, when our hands
have held the other's for so
long that there's an imprint in the lines
so deep a psychic couldn't tell
us apart.

We are the heroes in a miniature
wasteland world and there's a fire
in your eyes when you look out
across our kingdom
and declare that
hell has never burned so bright.

Having a happy ending is still
an ending. We carry tender
little tragedies wherever we go, and hope
one day, we'll be
older than our bones.
hello there.
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