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 Sep 2014 courtney
Sia Jane
Venomous
 Sep 2014 courtney
Sia Jane
In silence
I find
Myself.
Imagine,
Medusa's head
Snakes tamed.
A snake charmer
Hypnotising
Crazed carcophonous
Vermin.
In my silence
The rhythmic
Tick tock
Over working
Body clock.
A man,
A wandering
Existence.
He seeps into
My nights
Seeking fights
To waver the
War.
A war in
Which,
Silence is my
Saviour.
In silence
I find
Myself.
The charmer
Within me
Calms those
Rattling snakes
Rifling through
& through.
In silence
I find
Myself.

© Sia Jane
3.02am rambles
 Sep 2014 courtney
Kapil Dutta
...

The one made for me is not you.
Because you are not ready for real love.
Not right now.
But you will be, someday.
The one made for me is the one you will be that day.

I’m here. I’ll stay.
I’ll wait.. wait for the moment to arrive.

Maybe it is a minute after you read this poem.
Maybe it is a minute before you take your last breath.
But, its okay.
Because..
A minute spend with you is worth a lifetimes wait.
No matter when it arrives.
I’ll be there.
Always.

Till the time you fall for someone,
who doesn't fit your checklist,
you haven’t fallen in love yet.
Because checklists are perfect,
while love is not.
So stop wondering if The Fault is in
you or in me or in ourselves.
Because there is no fault in the first place.

I’m here. I’ll stay.
I’ll wait.. wait for us to arrive.
Us  is greater than  you  and  me .
And it’s coming.
It’s probably late, but its on its way.
With every tick of the clock.
With every beat of the heart.
Us is coming, an inch closer by the day.

The one you  fixed, is the one you  killed.
But, its okay.
Because..
If you can fix me once, you can fix me again.
The night of the day you left,
was the darkest that I ever slept.
I was wrong, because I was scared.
So wake me up when all this ends.

How can you fall in love,
when you fear to fall?
You have questions that I can solve.
We are, but One.
Separated in Two.
Look through my eyes,
And see how we come true.

I’m here. I’ll stay.
I’ll wait.. wait for you to read the words
of the picture I’m trying to paint.

Thereby we sit, on the Edge
of the two sister cliffs.
One lives in fear,
while the other breaths in love.
Look up, will you not?
See, there is no bluff.

My heavens are not dark,
My love has not fallen apart.
For it is deeply rooted in the ground.
So won’t you look up?
Take that Leap of Faith?
Believe in my love,
Your tender heart is safe.

My love is here.
My love will stay.
My love will wait..
Wait for you to take that Leap Of Faith.

Queen.

...

-KD
Pretty self-explanatory poem.
I wrote this about a month ago.
I write poems only about those things I emotionally connect to, and I tried my best to capture my feelings and reflect them with the words I use in this poem.
This poem is really special to me, more than any other that I have written in the past.
I hope that the shouts of my feelings reach your ears and take you on the journey of the pain you receive while in love.
Feel free to provide me with your feedback and also if you like this enough, make sure you share it with your friends.

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Peace.
 Sep 2014 courtney
Mike Hauser
This City beats like a fallen dream

Where innocence gets lost between

The sidewalk cracks on the walk back

From nevermore to where your at

This City brings about a change

From rusty cars of subway trains

From the time before to once again

This City beats like a fallen dream
 Sep 2014 courtney
Paul M Chafer
Am I not the man you dreamt about
All those many years ago?
Am I not the man whom you once loved
Who gave your life its glow?
Have I failed in your expectations
In living up to your ideal?
Do you harbour unfulfilled imaginings
Of the way you ought to feel?
Do I not still hold your love so dearly
Unquestioning and with pride?
Do I not bury your obvious disappointment
With my feelings deep inside?
And still my love is not enough for you
Do I sense hatred in disguise?
While your longing for the man I’m not
Is clearly visible in your eyes?
And do I not still offer you fond affection
Even though your heart is cruel?
Lying unloved in this cold empty bed;
I realise love is a hopeless fool.

©Paul M Chafer 2014
Better to have loved and lost, than to have killed her in cold blood. (I jest; I think:-)
 Sep 2014 courtney
Joe Cole
I saw the old man circling the tree trunk
Weather beaten skin, bent gnarled hands
and piercing blue eyes

He seemed to study every knot and crack
in that ancient timber

Then without a word turned and picked up hammer and chisel

The wood chips then began to fly and like confetti on the ground lie soon in heaps some ankle high

Occasionally he would stand back and look but never once a rest he took

Mallet strokes both hard and soft some from under some aloft fell there with unerring skill always busy never still

Long into the night he worked now by the light of an oil lamp and so the tree stump 'neath his hand then became a work of art

At long last he stood and turned to me and said three words " that'll do lad"

I approached to see just what he'd done and there I saw the perfect rose every petal and leaf in place the slender stems in the breeze did sway

With no plan or picture he had made the start
And created the perfect work of art.


So what is creativity? Well that's your next challenge.

No love poems because they've been done a million times. This time something unique
I decided to repost this after reading it, was going to change a few things but decided that its fine as it is
It clings to his chest,
and touches his neck.
It cascades down his back and sides
touching every part I crave.
It even goes down near his belt --
maybe even down into his pants.

That's one **** lucky shirt.
I wanna be that shirt...
unrelenting thoughts are vying
for valuable space in my head
Another touch of insomnia
 Aug 2014 courtney
Ophelia
Untitled
 Aug 2014 courtney
Ophelia
Sometimes we're sad and we don't know why
We can pretend everything's fine but what's the use
We need understanding as much as painter needs his muse
But who can help when our souls are bitter?
No, in our blood there's no glitter, our veins are not neon
Our hearts are black, our minds are wasted
I guess we all know that feeling when you don’t want to be just
A shadow of yourself
Special state when you need to recover but you can’t really learn
How can you run, how can you change when you are paralyzed
Just another monster disguised
All you feel is empty and numb  and you just wanna feel something
Even if that is pain
So you pray for someone to break your bones to feel them healing
because depression is a endless feeling
just a little something I wrote,it's nothing special...
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