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What are they to do with their hands if they no longer care?
if they would rather take an iPad over fresh air?

If it’s auto-correct teaching them how to spell words?
when raising your child: is Nicki Minaj doing a better job?

It’s because they now live in that neon-green X-Box glow
blasting strangers from all walks of life online playing Halo.

While Smokey the Bear goes around lighting matches
there are no more sandwiches left in our pic-a-nic baskets.

It’s the Kids!

Because the only toboggan they go through is YouTube
because there are no such things as books in Facebook.

Because it’s behind a shiny screen their ingenuity goes to waste
because it’s the equivalent of dropping Simba on his face.

So lets just Skype instead of meeting up and going for a walk!
140 characters or less to dictate the way we communicate and talk!

Because Clark Kent is not Superman unless his Twitter feed is verified
and behind close doors there's no room to grow a child’s mind.
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Creep
Cycle
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Creep
Heartbreak.
It's something that cycles
again
and again.
Love someone,
love them too hard,
get heartbroken,
trampled on.
Take the time to get back up,
eat too many tubs of ice cream,
stand balanced on two feet.
You're up again,
finally.
You fall even harder this tim,
get hurt even more,
and the cycle continues.

What if we can change that?
What if we can stop the agony,
and things will be okay?
No more ice cream,
no more runny eye liner,
just a smile,
starry eyes,
entwined hands.
What if?
Dare I dream that maybe we could last forever,
and that nature's cruel cycle won't repeat?
comeback
by ella eyre
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Àŧùl
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
November 28, 2012 poem.

7 Stanzas Of A Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream Written In A Lonely Evening Reflecting Upon What I Lost Due To The May 7, 2010 Accident.

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

I thank you all so much for the overwhelming response that this poem has received.

If you get interested in reading any of my novels after having read this poem then do visit https://www.amazon.in/Atul-Kaushal/e/B00NIQ5MTC/ for buying any of my stories.
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Àŧùl
I had once known a young lady,
Taller & fairer than me was she.
With elfin ears she looked cuter,
Of high traits was she an owner.
Attracted I was strongly to her,
Little did I know what it spelt.
Now I know it read danger,
But the damage has been inflicted.
Pointless, all this repenting is now,
How could I let someone so close?
On her own bed she had me lying,
I waited for the guillotine to fall.
My HP Poem #723
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Àŧùl
Inviting you to slay my heart,
Come you can eliminate me,
I shall get slain by your words,
You need not any weapon to ****.
But a new Atul will arise in the end.

My HP Poem #722
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Àŧùl
She was my sunshine,
She was my rain,
I had another chance,
Now I'm single once again!

But before my breakup,
Prior to this beautiful relationship,
I was feeling lonelier than ever...
Hadn't I thought forever single 'coz so much was the pain after my inglorious accident,
But I knew that I would fail my decision & taste the pain once more..
Little did I know that her newer, younger ego would be stronger than any diamond.

She was my girl,
I took it so literally...
She was my girlfriend,
I felt lucky to be with her..
She sure was cute and sweet,
I just felt so much privileged.
She was a very pampered baby,
More my daughter than a friend..
She was still immature mentally,
Not ready for the relation...

She was addicted to fast-food,
I was being eerily parent-like to her...
She loved to tell me her sufferings,
I was telling her to improve her habits..
She broke up the relation just recently,
I was dumped again for being overcaring.

But it's okay with me,
I will take my box elsewhere,
Because such a girl will surely be,
I think she's out there - somewhere...

Surely she is out there.
Didn't I know she wasn't the one?

My HP Poem #720
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Creep
You're shy,
It's a fact.
But all that shyness comes tumbling down
In the face of a just cause.
You're not afraid to stand for what's right.

You're a badass, like Grey Fullbuster but in real life of course.
Loving that adrenaline rush,
The way I love it when you send me the sweetest messages.
You're so similar to Grey, Syaoran, or Kyon, or even L, it's quite bizarre really.

You can make me smile and laugh and giggle like an idiot in public.

You are so unbelievably sweet.
You care so much about others,
Protecting your friends always, 'til the very end.
You would do anything for us,
And I'll do anything and everything for you in return.
But I don't think I can ever do enough to show you my gratitude and appreciation,
How glad I am to have you in my life.

The much appreciated way that you can actually hold up a conversation,
And put in your share of the friendship,
Not leaving me to hold up everything and hoping on impossible dreams.

The way you run around my mind like those ***** in a pinball machine that you run back and forth, back and forth.
-flicks my own head and yells at you to stop running around up there so much-

There are so many sides to you...
You're like the color red,
So many shades,
All different,
With different meanings,
Emotions,
Actions.
Well it's a good thing I love the color red,
'Cause I want to get to know every shade of you, and love each and every one of them, the way I love you as a whole.
To someone I hold dear (cough cough the only known VASH that goes by the name Kiyuki).

Maggie Grace's challenge, a little different but it still works out. ^^ hopefully anyways.

Note:
Anime references...
L-Death Note
Kyon- The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Grey Fullbuster-Fairy Tail
Syaoran- Cardcaptor Sakura, Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles, Xxholic

Come back when you hear this song
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