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this morning i watched
a cigarette drop from
the pocket of a man
onto the floor of the
train. it rained earlier
and bits of dew and
dirt drained into the
cracks, but there lay
the cigarette intact.
i could have reached
for this man and told
him how he misplaced
the nail to his coffin,
yet i said nothing and
let him off coughing.

© Matthew Harlovic
 Sep 2016 nabila s
Ashlee Reyes
bring me in
brutal honesty
I want to feel you fingertips
all over me and under me.

make my hair come undone,
true intentions
my clothes all on your ground.

breathless
and mesmerized
I want small things about you
to become big things in this world of mine.

the way you taste
and the sounds you bring forth,
it won't go unremembered the reason
we're here for.
 Sep 2016 nabila s
Mel
Hollow Words
 Sep 2016 nabila s
Mel
Could we run to the ends of the earth?
I can still see you running in the field against the pale moonlight.
I can't chase you anymore,Darling.
You were my familiar, you were my home.
I wanted to reach out for you but instead I pushed you away.
Pain has changed me and I'm back to where I started.
I knew it was over when I could not rise to meet your eyes.
I shouldn't dwell on the memories but they used to sustain me.
If only, I had made another choice, a different route
then you would be untarnished by my destructive touch.
You can't lose yourself if you never met me.
I can finally accept my sins and let my demons consume me whole.
All we have left are these hollow words.
One day a girl came across a box,
With secrets she could not unlock,
Which now sits in the perfect spot,
Its not too big, but neither small enough,
So what can it be inside this box ?

Patricia had too much curiosity,
She looks with much generosity,
She was told not to open it up,
All she can do is,
To admire this tiny box.

Do you think it’s a simple  box ?
One who can have a red fox,
Or just my ***** red socks,
She is still wondering what's inside that box.

In a box,
Are secrets  untold,
Some are new,
And some are old.

To reach inside ,
And read my mind,
The thoughts I've
Not yet left behind.

If material is what you seek,
Then, Honey this place is surely bleak,
Void of gold and shimmering jewels,
Filled only with words and books.

There lies your lonely box,
It has no doors  and no locks,
And on the walls, a million clocks,
Who torment you with ceaseless tocks.

Hidden in the depths of my soul,
Locked tightly with codes,
Break the seal and you will see,
How magic just one box can be.

And on her door I lightly knock,
And to her  I softly talk;
Honey,it’s time to open your box.

The moment is dazzling in the sky,
And that I won't decline,
The chance to be open,
The chance to be kind.

In words I can't find,
Nor I can describe,
While you still wonder what its inside,
Genuine thought strikes my mind ;
"Lets open it up"*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

PS : For those who wonders,she really really liked the content of that box. ;)
I am very opened to any cricticism. I would like to hear of what might be wrong or any others grammar errors. I do encourage feedback of any kind.
Its not an excuse but english isn't my native language.
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Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
Came the Darker Way—
Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too—
But for Holiday

’Tis more pitiful Endeavor
Than did Loaded Sea
O’er the Curls attempt to caper
It had cast away—

Never Bride had such Assembling—
Never kinsmen kneeled
To salute so fair a Forehead—
Garland be indeed—

Fitter Feet—of Her before us—
Than whatever Brow
Art of Snow—or Trick of Lily
Possibly bestow

Of Her Father—Whoso ask Her—
He shall seek as high
As the Palm—that serve the Desert—
To obtain the Sky—

Distance—be Her only Motion—
If ’tis Nay—or Yes—
Acquiescence—or Demurral—
Whosoever guess—

He—must pass the Crystal Angle
That obscure Her face—
He—must have achieved in person
Equal Paradise—
 Sep 2016 nabila s
JP
her memory
move my pen
to write her name
few times on paper
before crushing...
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