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 May 2014
Poetic T
I feel life in my hands and
sickens me, I feel my hands
tighten as to grip this life
to squeeze it out to bleed
it out.

I cant bare to look to see this
life I want to end it but I cant
do it, i must live with myself
weak.

To weak to end my self, to end
this torment, this life that flows
through me. I look at my self it
sickens me but for now life with
still beat within me.
 May 2014
Mike Hauser
Love is in...

in the middle of the day
in the things we have to say
in the way we give and take
in the promises we make

Love is in...

it's never out of style
try it on for size
it fits real snug and nice
I think that you will like

Love is in...

it's too hard to ignore
if we run low we'll make some more
in different flavors that's for sure
I'll share mine and you share yours

Love is in...
 May 2014
Hayleigh
Today is the yesterday that you'll regret throwing away tomorrow.
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
Again
You hurt each other again
You hurt yourselves again
You loved each other so much you hurt each other with it
Again
It all happens again
He still loves you
He'd do anything for you
See how sad he is?
Yeah
I see it too
It rips both of you apart being friends and even more so apart
Again
Again
Again
Again
Why be together?
Why be friends again?
Why be apart again?
Something this self destructive can never be forgotten
Can never be undone or erased
Again
Again
Again
Again
This all happens again
The self destructive bomb of two broken hearts
One trying to move on
One trying to hold on
But both never enddingly hurting each other
Every second
Of everyday

This all happens
*Again
And again
And again
This is about my friend and her ex. They are friends. I want them to be separated cause they are hurting each other. My friend is trying to move on, her ex trying to hold on.
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Acting Out Of Habit

Acting out of habit
I go about my day
Pretending that the love I feel
Will somehow go away

There is a feeling in my heart
That I hide deep within
A secret love that I feel
Whenever they walk in

I tell myself they're taken
I can never be with them
Knowing that with just a chance
I would let a love begin

I cannot change who I am
Or the way I feel inside
Hopeing they will somehow see
And want me in their life

Acting out of habit
I go about my day
Pretending that the love I feel
Will somehow go away

Acting out of Habit


Carl Joseph Roberts
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
A part of life still untold

This life I have has gone by fast
I now reminisce as I look back
So many memories both good and bad
Yet I would not change this life I've had

In life I've seen a thing or two
I've had some laughs and cried some too
I have felt the love from my son
And had heartbreak from the one I loved

I've been rich and poor and in between
Owned houses, cars and many things
Learned lessons from the things I've done
And I've tried to do more right then wrong

My family, friends and God above
Have all shown me how to feel true love
I can choose which path to guide my way
And I decide to give more then I take

As  this life of mine starts calming down
There is an inner peace I've found
A different chapter now unfolds
My next part of life is still untold
We grow older and realize that there is more years behind us then in front of us. Still there is the calm of knowing that the life lived has been a good one and a peace of mind of knowing the rest of my life are to be my best years.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I was born screaming in to the
world letting ever one know
that I was hear and wanting
to be heard. Through the years
I was quite and loud, mostly
through no fault of my own.

Then the teens did come, confusing
times, where I,d scream at those
to know I was around temper
flared hormones going crazy
the shouting was a vent for the
confusion I felt.

I grew past that time and a few
shouts did spill out, but I was
listened in this time only certain
times did my voice need to be
heard from those around.

Age caught up and did begin to
show, but as I aged I became more
invisible to the world, I shouted in
frustration out of being ignored I
shouted because it was the only
way people would take notice that
I was around.

We shout for many reasons, through
out are life from birth to old age,
there is always some thing we wish
to be heard and some times a louder
voice is the only way people will listen
to what we must say.
 May 2014
Àŧùl
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
November 28, 2012 poem.

7 Stanzas Of A Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream Written In A Lonely Evening Reflecting Upon What I Lost Due To The May 7, 2010 Accident.

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

I thank you all so much for the overwhelming response that this poem has received.

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 May 2014
Jack
If only my broken heart
could remember
to forget you
 May 2014
SG Holter
Dedicated to
dr. B. Dixon, Ph.P (Philosopiae Poeta).*

You, Poet, define yourself as a
"'Meat and Potatoes' -kinda guy."
We were speaking of food
But I see that you eat
With your writing-hand.

You, Poet, write like a
Quitting smoker
That stands with his very last
Smoke in his mouth -lighter
In hand. Frozen; carving a statue
Of the moment. For himself.
From himself. For all to see.

You, Poet, are the wind thrusting
Confidence from under the wings of
Angels, down to assist the
Flapping of little, pen wielding
Ducklings at take-off.
You are a devil of a gentleman; an
Arms open welcomer
In this realm of written renderings.

You, Poet, are an agent of king
Poem Himself.
As convincing and encouraging as a
.357 barrel imprint on your forehead
To remind yourself to keep writing
-Just always keep writing; just
Write.

If you guarded the Gates of Hell,
You'd still give good meaning to
Words like 'Warm Welcome'...

You, Friend, make poets feel
Like the true
Rock Stars of the Universe
That they all
Truly
Are.
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Love With All Your Heart

There are many different ways to love
That we can have within our hearts
A love that takes it's time to grow
Or one there from the start

Sometimes a love can fade away
A love never to return
While other love is meant to stay
Without worry or concern

It may take time to fall in love
Not all love starts out strong
We must open up our hearts to love
For thats where love belongs

There are times the love we feel inside
Stays hidden for to long
And that person we were meant to love
Not knowing is then gone

The way you choose to love someone
Can depend on who you are
But each person that you choose to love
Love with all your heart

Carl Joseph Roberts
 May 2014
Poetic T
You
were the
shot that pierced
this heart, that brought
this stillness in my chest to beat
again, for it beat of loneliness for so
long, but then you shot this arrow in and
it bleed
for a
moment,
then it
skipped
a beat,
and love
did once
again
start
to beat
with in
this very
heart.
 May 2014
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
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