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 Dec 2014
vamsi sai mohan
Of all the misery and happiness that I have gone through my life,
it seems that the time is the only aspect that still fetters me to this life...
even a light cannot escape the time and it travels through the time...
If I **** the time which holds the life and universe together,
I would transcend this life..
It would illuminate my life and pave me the way to that constant experiential state of divine...
 Dec 2014
vamsi sai mohan
Ever starts
Never ends
Some feelings don't fall apart,
Synecdoche,love.

Into the nothingness;
Unto the non-existence;
(which doesn't contradict with existence)
Detach from the self-centric universe,
ubiquitous nothingness.

Never you could me,
Nor could mine be you,
Yet we are endowed with insanity,
The innate insanity that secretes love.....
You gave me yourself
as sedative dose
to put my poetry
to rest.

Now a need is felt
for regular booster doses
to resume my poetry
since I found
you yourself
as the poetry
 Dec 2014
Joshua Haines
Dear reader,


Reno doesn't smoke and it's a relief because I'd rather my smile stop her heart than a Malboro. I told her that and she considered never talking to me again because of how corny I was being. If anything, I'm glad she doesn't smoke because her teeth are as white as the snow suffocating the landscape. She asked me if I ever smoked a cigarette and I said no, because my hands would start to tremble at the idea of picking up another of one my father's habits.

We walked in the snow and, three steps and two breaths in, she asked me to stop. Reno bleeds other's blood, and it showed when she dug her hands into the snow to reveal a dog's frozen carcass.

"I saw the tip of his tail sticking out of the snow." She studied the dog's body and brushed some snow off of it's side. There was a wound, the size of a child's fist. Frozen blood stained matted fur, as the front and back legs seemed miles part. "He must have been so cold."

"Someone shot him," I looked at her, as a strand of blond hair cut her face in half when she turned to me.

"He doesn't have a collar...  I know what it's like to not have a home, too," she whispered to him.

I watched her, with her knees in the snow, cry. The tears slid down her cheek when she asked me if I thought that the dog's owner killed him.

"I don't know, Reno. I hope not."

She took off her left glove and wiped her face with a pinkish hand.  She turned to me,"Do you think my dad would **** me, if he could?"



The tree branches hung over the blanketed path, as clumps would fall off and plop frostbitten kisses on the bright, eggshell ground. Eventually we reached the grave of Hilary.

Hilary Natasha Drake
Born October 12, 2001
Died December 8, 2007
May God grant you access into his kingdom
as easily as he granted you access into our hearts.


"She was beautiful," Reno smiled, before she looked away. "My mother would always say, 'Hilary, don't you know how pretty you'll be?' ...She had these lily green eyes that lit up a room-I could have swore that she stole them from the garden of Eden. She was sweet, too. Too sweet. Too kind-hearted."

I felt my hand tighten, as I looked down to see Reno's fingers wrapped around me. Her eyes were holding hostage a flood, as her lip quivered as much as her voice.

"In nine minutes, it will be the anniversary of when we lost her. It was just too much for her and I understand, Hilary. I do.

"It ate her body and wouldn't stop. Every day she seemed thinner and thinner. I remember when she lost her hair. Hilary didn't want to wear a bandana or a cap. I asked her why and she said, 'There's nothing wrong with not having hair, pappy does it all the time.'

"She was so strong, Josh. Stronger than me. Stronger than my dad. When she died, the hospital bills and funeral expenses were too much. We lost everything. My dad lost himself.

"Then, my mother left when his drinking got bad... It was the night before Valentine's day. I remember because I was given so many flowers. I didn't understand why because flowers die, too.

"My mother didn't even say goodbye. She left the photo albums. I never got to say goodbye to her or Hilary and it's not fair because I love them so much. I love them more than anything."

Reno couldn't erupt into tears like they could in the movies. This was the scene where she was supposed to cry uncontrollably or have an epiphany that could alleviate the loss, but neither occurred.

"There's one thing I want you to know, Josh: You can't save me. Don't try, okay? Please, do not try to fix the broken pieces because you'll only cut yourself.

"But there's also another thing I want you to know: You can be there, as I fix myself. I want you to be there."

I looked at her and told her I wanted to be there too.

I think I understand why Reno doesn't smoke, now. The idea of possibly giving herself cancer, when it already has taken away everyone she loves, would take something away from Hilary's fight and only add to Reno's loss.

"I can cry over a dog, but not my sister," she whispered. Reno wiped her nose, looked at me and said, "Am I too much yet?"

"Of course not."



Sincerely,

Joshua Haines
 Dec 2014
Tobias Engkvist
I’ve run with haste into the thistle
I’ve gone from the start to the end
And skipped the middle,

I’ve proceeded blindly in devoid of wit
I leaped o’er the fence into the paddock
And found it full of ****,

I’ve fallen for lust and grace
And whilst idle, drunk, and still
It’s all simply washed away,

My vessels built for calm seas
It handles nothing more than swell
And prefers the quiet soothing breeze,

In a sudden and heavy pour
The serious and sobering rains came
And stranded me on this desolate shore,

Miles to the east and miles to the west
Two ways for me to wander
And I’ve no idea which is best,

Indecision is in my nature
So I’ll instead build sand castles
And leave the choosing up to later.
 Dec 2014
Deeba
Lonely I walk,
with an empty heart;
Deaf I stand,
with mute voices;
Guilt echoes,
tears drain;
Goal lacks,
within pale life;
Empty dreams,
eyes wide open;
Haunting past,
Foresight lost;
Here I stand;
Nowhere to go,
to life or to Death
Only God Knows
 Dec 2014
Deeba
On the mountain pinnacle i stand,
staring below at the lovely land.

The sky above
stands so close to my hands
it seems as though
i am in heaven
and had attained life saving salvation

I see all peace and solace,
in the arms of the splendid creation
of the almighty, so flawless.

Having reached this far
i question myself
"Is this what i wanted?
Is this called being successfull?
Have i reached my destination?
Did i overcome my fears?
Did i cross over my failures?"

No, i still dont get an answer.

Because I am not this.
I am a simple person,
who loves every simple thing in life,
surrounded by family and friends.

The actual achievement is
Being an adorable daughter,
a loyal wife,
a caring mother,
and above all a beautiful human being.

The road to actual success
is still far away.
But i know i have that in me,
to reach my destination
and achieve the true happiness in life.
 Dec 2014
prasad bolimeru
"FARE-WELL"
sometimes, is not sensed,
but, stirs like a silent wound
goes on vibrating like the string of "SITAR".
******
SUN is a naughty gardener
can chat with the dumb bough
can hum the hue of emotions
SUN is a musical dialogue of flowers .
*****
FARE-WELL
it is always a PAIN
waves becoming static
flowers falling down
sitar hugging silence
it is always a PAIN
*****
pain transforms into a sweet history
yes, to me , a sweet memory
i too like an unknown shell
on the same shore of time
have been breathing his music.
*****
HE is not HE, now on
an essence of "RAGA"*
silence is the space in sound
that took birth in his blood
is sinking in our blood
****
his sitar is the divine mystic piece
his music is the definition of purity of life
HE is a flowing memory
HE is the peacock feather
that i preserved in my c.d. folder !!
SITAR-- PLUCKED STRINGED INSTRUMENT used mainly in Indian classical music

Ravi Shankar, often referred to by the title Pandit, is an Indian musician and composer
who plays the plucked string instrument sitar.
He has been described as the most known contemporary Indian musician.
Born: April 7, 1920i
Died: December 11, 2012,
RAGA-- TUNE
 Dec 2014
Jesse Madison
Oh what a bother
Not having a father
the other kids all seem so fair

As they race and play catch
And they bet on whose best
I'm left all alone in despair

Oh what a bother not having a father
Oh how lonely a life this can be

Oh what a shutter
not having a mother
the mothers they all seem so kind

They cook for their children
and smile as they greet them
but my mother has left me behind  

Oh what a shutter not having a mother
Oh how lonely a life this can be
 Dec 2014
L
It's said that love is supposed to be messy.
Chaotic,
thunderous fights and passionate love making;
you're supposed to be a disaster.
To me,
you are the first streak of sunlight pouring through my window on to messy bed sheets.
You are the steam rising from hand-painted teacups on cold mornings.
You are the sigh that escapes from deep within my chest when this feeling catches me off guard.
You are snow falling in the cone of light under a street lamp;
the serenity that lives in the glow of a winter storm in the middle of the night.
The last note on a perfectly composed symphony.
You are not a catastrophe.
You are all those beautiful feelings that remind me for the first time that life is so worth living.
can you tell i am disgustingly and ridiculously in love?

(this is so cheesy i am so sorry)
Brushed aside
unimportant
all emotion
laying dormant
Needing someone,
showing weakness
bow my head
to plead forgiveness.
Fools believe
that they could matter
fragile hearts
lay broken, scattered.
Twist the knife
then turn the page
too tired for sleep
too numb for rage.
Self hatred wins
the sweet redeemer
as lies unfold
to scar the dreamer.
 Dec 2014
NuurSeraph
I hope You get It
If You don't,
that's Fine.

Collective Conscious
is Shifting.

It's Time

The mole is Unearthed
Faring Fatigue but Healthily
Healing...

Jolting ball bearing
ignition is stalling
the gears are Intact
the Children are calling
I pray that I feel
when the Spirit
is Coming....

Love Me, I Love You
I Swear it's True
Love You, I Love Me
You do
I do

:-)
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