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 Jan 2015
Catrina Sparrow
i stay awake late
contempleting the possibility of decoding the illustrative lyrics
      spoken between my head and my heart

my wheels keep turnin' circles

     still
it's a start
 Jan 2015
BertJane Perez
The friend zone is a painful place to stay
A place you will be trapped in for longer than a day
You will feel the hopelessness of being just a friend
The never ending feeling of having to pretend

You never know which day you'll finally be free
So I'll share a little secret between you and me
The friend zone is a jail cell, so stop wasting your time
It's almost like manslaughter, if wanting someone were a crime

You've got what it takes to finally leave
But you think they like you, is that what you believe?
The friend zone is higher than Mt.Everest and harder to climb
You're wasting so much effort, money and probably time

Turn your back on people who have so many to choose
Just take your pride and walk away, you've got nothing to lose
If they put you in the friend zone, it's almost never reversed
So don't be someone's second choice, if they are your first.
Rhythm the knife
  hacks eternity into Meter,
  sharpens Itself into Phrase.

Our Song of the Severed Soul.

One wide-open
   mouth sings the bewildering
   majesty of Silence.

Signal drowning in the noise.

A ****** of Shrewd
   crows peck out the eyes
   of an out-of-tune reality.

This Geometry of eclipsed lines.

Free from the bonds
   of Melody, liberated
   from the Staff, awakened.

My Song the Quiet of Forests

Interstices where no discord
   mars the naked Truth,
   nor dulls the timbres of Self.

Here shall I shout my ineffable Gladness.

Where the ear of no listener
   may its fairness tickle,
   nor its Word turn astray.

*The winds of my Flute
blow sweetest.
 Jan 2015
Ceida Uilyc
When looked from the Maximum distance of distinct vision,
Through the horizontal bars of a dark but daintily blue curtained window,
A face did seem morbid and stopped.
The face had its left eye pouring down the hot tears so mad,
That her face glowed with the deadened expression;
Either she was dead, or
Drugged. That is
In Altered Consciousness.
Only she,
did  know
That in her head
The millions of heat had aroused
To caress the stroke of a beautiful bright thought so ******
To her
That she could but, not even breathe right
In the hold of that presence
Rapidly
Before the rapid fade.
Only did she knew that mindorgasms are not momentary,
But unlocking.
The willness to see past her least distance of distinct vision,
Did she see a Streetlight.
She could just feel the enveloping of a pain so uniquely private to her,
In the face of the little girl with her dad;
From this far,
Only the little girl,
Her eyebrows,
Aches
And mind seemed clear to her.
Only, before rapid fade.
Rapid...
 Jan 2015
Sana
I let myself drown asunder
Ignorance is bliss?
Or is it hum durgeon?
Do not utter the sage in you
Nor shun;
Let me lull
For today I unfurl my placid eyes
And let my drowsiness drift
Away from these snollygosters

Let these destined tides sweep through me
Whilst I gently rise,
From the ocean of rage, I rise
Drifting through notes of gentle souls
Amid these crimson glistening waves,
I bleed among roars
Whilst shores sway with sounds of tabret,
And skies dance in nacarat,
For never it welcomed; Redness,
Such unsullied, such stainless

Time hath gone, of Abel and Aron
Yet altercation wanders amongst age’s heron
Time hath gone, of forgiveness and mercy
For today, lines are re-drawn
The goodness is not your goodness
Nor dare ascertain, the mischief and nuisance
Tis but what divinely revealed
Is benevolence..
Today I unsheathed Tutankhamun’s dagger,
Today I stand against savageness
Today I paint my hands in color of mercilessness
The brutality of militant terrorist group galvanised me into writing this piece after Peshawar massacre.
This is my candle light vigil.
 Dec 2014
Deeba
Walk with the wind, says all

And the wind shall make you fly
but only till a distance,
Beyond that it is your strength
your ability to fly farther.
If you dont,
you will be thrown into unknown spheres
leaving you all alone for ever.

But I say, do not walk with the wind
Stand strong and *****
In a way that you can build the strength
to face the winds from all directions
to face the rains
to face the scorching sun
and finally to feel the cool and pleasant breeze
bringing you back to your nascent self
and keep the journey going.
 Dec 2014
Phoenix Rising
eh
Sometimes,
I can't believe I am alive

Other times,
I wonder why I am

Most of the time,
I forget
 Dec 2014
berry
body at rest - but
thoughts that rage
twisting & churning
varying spectrums
burning questions
"why did you wait
so long to tell me?"

m.f.
 Dec 2014
Jedd Ong
river run like a song.
watch the joy
leak from the wells
in your eyes,
and let it spill over like
ink and write
the pages of your story
in the history books
of heaven: oh,

you will be remembered.
you will be remembered.

an amalgamation
of all the blood that
runs through you:
the pasig,
the yangtze,
the pacific,
the sewers of manila,
john the baptist's,
tracing down your cheeks
and down your throat and
slowly you begin to choke:

the saltwater sticks to your
throat. you do nothing
but breathe,
breathe slowly and
try not to choke
but slowly swallow
the birthrights
that remain river
run,

river run
and remember
where you came from.
Too many essays on home.
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