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 Sep 2016 nabila s
Mane Omsy
Mine words have no power
They come out and wander
Around the corners of the world

Who'll accept your mighty works
And stay with keeping their words
Just to say you've saved the world

No rich strength protects the poor ones
But to establish their power and stunts
To release the fear to the helpless world

So come out young poor ugly men
Let us show them what we meant
To conquer and recreate a peaceful world
Never underestimate the power of the youths. We need equality
 Sep 2016 nabila s
r
Here at the end
of the continent
everyday the same
sea and sky elemental
endless blue planes
interrupted only
by a wayward bird
a flash of white
like a gull
lost out in the null
as September wanes
into Autumn's moon
breaking like a spell
casting my shadow
like a sundial
measuring my footprints
away and alone
on these wind(s)wept
bare lonely dunes.
 Sep 2016 nabila s
RuNe
It's evening to you
It's morning to me
It's dinner to you
It's breakfast to me
It's still a good day

A half a world apart

It's today to you
It's tomorrow to me
It's starting to you
It's ending to me
It's still a happy day

A half a world anew
Distances may part us but in my heart ... You are in the center...
 Sep 2016 nabila s
PaperclipPoems
I had a dream of you
But somehow it was mixed with reality
You hated me because you loved me still
And yet you found someone to replace me

I was envious of her, jealous that you chose her
Even though I had someone else too
She was the woman, married to Hector
Whose sister you slept with when I loved you

We exchanged our daughter in a parking lot
You made no effort to hide her
Foreign emotions overwhelmed me
Settled resentment returned

Her name I always remember from high school
She is Blanca, still technically Mrs. Blanca Garcia
Somehow you both resemble the devil
To remind me of your affair with Hector's sister, Ophelia

¡Diablo vete!
You're a past memory, long forgotten
You come in the night, inconspicuously
Finding any light left to darken.
 Sep 2016 nabila s
Joseph Floreta
I'm always distant,
Content of stealing glimpses of you from afar.
But never have I experienced sharing the same glance with you.
You never look at me like I do,
You never cared, for in your world,
I am a thin air; invisible.
I am only a dust in a desert,
I am nothing, for in your world I don't exist.
Envy is what I feel whenever I see you talk and burst in laughter with your friends.
They are lucky for they enjoy your company; I couldn't.
I'm afraid to get close to you.
I fear your rejection.
If you think I'm being irrational,then forgive me.
Forgive me for noticing you.
Forgive me for loving the way you are, Because I did not do this on purpose, It was a pure accident.
Until stars burn old and fire turns cold.
Your smile will be treasured forever... If only you can offer me one..? For once, just this once,
Let me own a smile from you...
 Sep 2016 nabila s
Oona
one time, when you were six years old,
your parents took you to the alligator farm,
which is exactly three.02 miles away from the beach, and
your father, with his beefy hands, lifted you up in his arms,
let you peer over the safety railing at the scaly green creatures
below you, and sometimes now you wish he would have
dropped you down. maybe you would have died. or maybe
you wouldn't have, but at least then you would’ve had
a survival story to tell.

perhaps the problem with
starting poems off with a trip to the alligator farm is that readers
expect you to get chopped into sixteen pieces by means of
teeth larger than hands, break your neck, but
there’s no conclusion to this story other than that sometimes
you wash your hands until your knuckles are bleeding,
and that’s by far worse than being swallowed by a reptile,
clawing out your own vocal chords,
dying,
 Sep 2016 nabila s
Gwen Johnson
Red
 Sep 2016 nabila s
Gwen Johnson
Red
What does the color remind you of
The color red?
It reminds me of something
I miss
Something I can't have
and something I can't be
it's hard because the color is so pretty
Why must it remind me of you?
Why does everything
remind me of you
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