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 Apr 2015 Slavica
Kat
there's an angry voice inside of me
i need to write down
and let loose.
but it only comes out as a whisper.

i use the things i won't do,
like death,
to inspire me for things i try to do,
like being alive.
 Apr 2015 Slavica
ARI
If a poet loves you,
Treasure every word
Of which falls from their dancing lips.

For they will be the one to engrave
Every syllable of your name
Into every crevice of their soul.

They will braid your everlasting joys and sorrows
Into beautiful intricate stanzas
Forever tattooed on their vibrant mind.

They will spend countless hours
Weaving together letters for the perfect "I love you"
Without ever using such words.

If a poet loves you;
You will be 'ever etched into their heart
By the ink of sweet eternity.

-ARI
 Apr 2015 Slavica
ARI
Poet
 Apr 2015 Slavica
ARI
Everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

For me a Poet is a person,
a place, or thing;
To bring out such emotion
To make you cry or sing.

I know it may seem crazy,
But Darling look around;
A picture tells a story
Without a single sound.

A flower whispers truth
So softly in the ear
Of every child to close their eyes
So their hearts can hear.

A simple stone; grey and new
Could bring a proud man to his knees.
From his fathers name engraved;
Each letter tangled in his grief.

An unused baby blanket
Folded neatly in a woman's lap
Whispers what could've been
Of her child who will 'ever nap.

A sunrise over water
Rushing quickly past a bridge;
'Ever sings the tender stories
Of a young couple's marriage.

A man who neither speaks nor hears
Sits at home 'ever lonely,
But in a book upon his desk
He's etched vibrant sounds into his story.

You see, everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

-ARI
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Abdullah Ayyash
Tell her what has been taken
Is being given a better life
Tell her what has gone
Is coming back in a different form
Tell her the tears she was shedding
Won’t go away
It’s saturating new souls
To blossom again in her life
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Abdullah Ayyash
April 20th, 2015
The quiet whispers of the soul
resound complacently throughout
the echoes of time
haunting our fractured minds
Calling us away
to places of darkness
that hurt and scar
My eyes glisten and sparkle
with the unforeseen knowledge of time and place

I love him I love him I love him...

But this whispering grips my heart
and keeps me still
with the pain of breathing in
and the terror of speech
Unchecked speech
Scared speech
Bleeding speech
-.-.-
Please, remember the echoes
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
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 Apr 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
Something that speaks volumes to you
Could be a mere whisper
To someone else
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
Home
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
Home isn't man made walls,
It is
Two beautiful eyes
Gazing into mine
Across the room
The soft touch of your lips
As we silently kiss
At four in the morning
And drift back to sleep
Tangled up
In one another.
It is your fingers laced
Through mine
As the promise of forever
Lies peacefully
In our clasped palms.
Our loving arms.

Home is
The gentle beat
Of your heart.
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
I wrote you a love letter today,

If you listen close enough
You'll hear the gentle drumming of my heart beat
Inside the envelope.

Don't drop it.
Open it gently.

Inside you will find
Chemical solutions, black
Ink on a page, a heavy handed mass
Of words, slotted carefully between each other,
Lines saturated in love.
Hand crafted works of art
An attempt to articulate and communicate
The fires you send swimming through
My veins, the tsunamis you send
Tripping of my tongue.

Scribbled confessions of just how much my body aches for your touch.

Don't drop it.
Open it gently.

It is yours.
It has always been yours.
I have always been yours.
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
The first time I ever kissed a boy
I remember the sinking feeling
No rainbows or joy
There was no romance
No sparks or magic
Or fireflies that danced

The first time I kissed a girl?
Now that's a different story entirely
I felt a sudden explosion
Take place inside of me
I tasted happiness, serenity
I savoured passion and certainty.

I swear I felt the stars fizzle on my tongue
For the first time in my life
My heart understood
Where it should
Belong.
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