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 May 2014
Poetic T
Beware the petals of which you pluck,
as though the stalk may have the thorns,
the petals can cut sharper than any thorn
may go instead.
  
For beauty is an illusion that can hide a
worse fate, to lie on a bed of petals a
thousand paper cuts dilute you innocence
lying  on a layer of silk knifes.
  
I would have taken the thorns any day,
as they show you what they are. Instead of
hiding the secrets within beauty more trouble
for the unwise who fear the thorns.

Though it is the petals that have the deppest cut instead.
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
One more thing
Before the day ends
I must tell you what reigns in my heart and mind
But that one more thing never happens
I am too afraid that you'll leave once you know
I'm too afraid once I say it you won't want to know
One more thing never happens
It never escapes my mouth
It always stays trapped in my heart
 **everyday
 May 2014
Nat Lipstadt
for her


no special expertise claimed,
if anything, les contraries,
my non-expertise,
but nothing forbids
my heart from trying
red crossing,
rebuilding just this young one

build from the corners in,
like one starts a jigsaw puzzle,
the human, moving parts,
thus harder,
but eminently doable

the corners are straight edged, linear,
easier to spot, easier to start,
but for you to find them within,
go outside, and window winnow in
you will know them as your
truest words

pick the picture
of you,
you know
you must pick,
the puzzle picture
of you

that favorite one
when completed,
will, though cracked,
as jigsaw puzzles
by nature wont,
as all humans
are wont,
will be the one
that brings smiles
first, foremost

she asks:
"Where are these edges that define me,
help me to construct and the where to begin?"*

after sixty years more on this planet,
have been torn apart,
reconstructed, deconstructed,
more then ten finger and ten toe times
this I know,
there is but one beauty
in this crueled worn
every day weary-world,
it is you,
you words that betray
Beautiful You
oh so well

you see I have your picture,
you see I have your words,
deconstructed, reconstructed,
I love your picture,
I love your words,
start with me, start at the corners,
show me the pieces,
tho the world see the ex
terior,
I see the in
terior,
the shiny new
true sides, so beautiful,
wake knowing that
not just me dearest Chalsey,
I have found your chalice,
and  your grail,
and I say,
this is just one man,
this can be where you start,

this then be your mirror,
let us from the corners in,
from the eyes that penetrate,
accept that this is not debatable,
this is my poem where I do not lie,
this is my piece of you,
from inside of me
my straight edge piece was
born in your beautiful words,
and I say,
can you, see a voice,
can you, touch a voice,
no one can

but I can

your voice is transcendent,
it is the cover photo of a glossy mag,
this is the photo, the puzzle I see,
and heart each and every word
Sorry I took so long

Read this poet, this woman, this woman's beauty
in her every word
 May 2014
eunsung aka Silas
Love*
I humbly bow to you
and promise to follow
your quiet whispers
to my heart

Where you lead
I will follow
22w inspired by a phrase in the cloud of unknowing
 May 2014
Poetic T
A ***** bubble
pops, and the
elevator goes
strangely silent...
The one who smelt it dealt it lol
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
The Power Of A Whisper

A whisper makes you listen
It can stop you in your tracks
Can gives words different meaning
Create memories that will last

Whispers cause new feelings
They can change a point of view
Will help to stop the anger
When someone's mad at you

A whisper gives true comfort
Allows a calming peace within
If you listen very closely
You'll hear a whisper in the wind

A whisper sometimes can be heard
From way across a room
To feel the power of a whisper
Just whisper I Love You

Whisper

Carl Joseph Roberts
 May 2014
Poetic T
I wish to go back to that
time, to change that decision
that for ever effected my life, I
want to be there to be in that time
once again, relive those seconds back
in my life .

A moment is it lost in the footsteps...
of the past, is it just a memory
that cant be re-writtern as we have
moved on the energy gone a shadow
left in the past.

I believe I can travel to undo what was
done, I step forth in to the abyess, as i fall
my time machine works. all were wrong
as I travel in to my past.

As life flashes before my eyes, as that
point I now see, that point in my
life that brought me to this place my
own time machine.

It only lasted seconds but I changed
it, my past in that blink of eye I saw
all possibilities and I was content
with what I had.

The second had past, the time had
gone by, I lay crumpled on the floor,
lifeless on the concrete, but with a
smile on my face.

My time machine had worked
I had seen my life in seconds, changed
it so now I die with happiness that I saw
it diffrently seconds worth the rest of my
life.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I will follow the words where
ever they may go, I will be
like a predator and claim
my victims. I have ****** in
mind of many a word, ink
will flow on the pages to come.

I will bury it in verse, in
between lines that will
hide the deed that I have
done. I have a thirst for
this more words will fall
in to the hollow page I have dug.

I am a serial poet words will fall
under my pen, many pages will
they be left hidden from view,
ink and the pen my curse. this
is just the beginning of my writing
derangement ****** of words is
what in my mind must be done.
 May 2014
Timothy Brown
We held hands as time's sand
passed between. Night chocked
the last sun beams. Our conversation
was pertinent to the dwindling
red wine bottle. As the moon glazed
shore began to roar, she whispered
"Let's cuddle." I dropped you, holding her,
and thought "Oh" and began to coddle.

I wrapped myself around her like a shell to a turtle
and she began to nestle on my chest. I guessed
the indigestion came from the Bordeaux bottom.
Boy, was I wrong. See, as I lay with her,
forgetting about you, I remembered
blood is thicker than water. The loves
we choose are stronger than ones
We've fallen into. I wasn't falling there,
underneath the stars, next to the parked car.
I was laying. I was contemplating
as the wind was spraying the lake
into the air.

I came to the conclusion
I was in an illusion of  love.
Confounded by smoke and reflections
from movie magicians. She looked up
to me and I guess she could see
my reality crumbling in the breeze.
She asked if I was ok. My slight smile alluded
I was and we laid in love
until the sun's intrusion.
©May 11th, 2014 by Timothy Brown.
 May 2014
Poetic T
We are all cloaked behind a screen,
never really letting others see what
is unseen, we are all tormented by
a past.

Never let it rule you as the day
has now past, we survived till the
next moment, the next minute,
now more time has past.

The past we can not change, but
the future is yours to grow to live,
never let that which can now be
never changed drag you to that
place, where bad memories lie.

They will only drag you to the
past, and you must live for tomorrow,
Never doubt your self as you
survived one day, two weeks,
your stronger than you know.

Keep looking forward, let the past
be what it is a memory in dust,
shine ever forward and live for
today as it will soon pass...
 May 2014
Poetic T
Time is the enemy of man, the
universe is ticking away its
existence, we are but a micro
second in its bigger plan.

We take it for granted, not
realizing the moments are
gone they never come back,
we  have only moments to
cherish to live and to love to
try and leave are mark before
we are dust.

The solar system like a clock
counting down, for every
rotation is time running out.

The time we have is something
we think will last, but we are
but micro moments in times
big master plan.
 May 2014
Poetic T
You ask me to give you my heart,
to only find a space empty no
beating from my chest, I tell you
it was given to others but it was
bruised and torn.

So I did what I must, I hide it from
others so not to feel pain that others
give when they depart. I can tell you
I love you, I say it in words and letters
but never will I again say it from the
heart.

For now it is hidden from everyone
to view, tucked way from those that
would do it harm even you. I can say
I love you, but it will never come from the heart.
Hurt once hurt again never to feel that hurt once again
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
Maybe one day I'll see me the way you see me
Beautiful, smart, talented, extraordinary, and weird
"The good kind of weird" you always say, "That's what you are. Nice, smart,talented, sweet, beautiful, shy, and weird. The good kind of weird."
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