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 Nov 2015 Kevin Rich
Haddy
Criminal
 Nov 2015 Kevin Rich
Haddy
I feel unpleasant about my crime.
Something wrong with my brain.
I don't know what i was thinking.
I feel like i am sinking.
I deserve all the blame because,
It was my fault.
Now i realize, i am selfish.
I was always trying to impress the throng.
It was my fault.
I am looking in the mirror,
I feel Shame.
I clearly deserve the slap.
Now i feel so much iniquity.
I know what i did was wrong.
But from my heart,
I bring this apols.
I am so sorry for my crazy executions.
I wish i could sing a song,
To show my love for you, before my death.
Now i feel like i am trapped.
So i am starting to take pills, and
Slowly isolating from my breath.
Now,
It is my turn,
I am a criminal, hurting you was my crime
So punish me please, then forgive.
I just want to revoke my deed.
Once again I am sorry for all the hell.
Forgive me,
That's all i have to say!
That's all i have to say!
An apology for all and to myself
 Nov 2015 Kevin Rich
niamh
I sit on the step
And draw
The cold around me
Like a blanket,
Savouring the numbness
And the heat
That begins within.
Swallowed by the night
Drunk on wine
And stars.
Hot tears on cold cheeks.
Seasoning for
Chapped lips
Stinging
Bringing fresh tears.
I take refuge
In the silence,
Under the gaze of
Sympathetic eyes.
My friends.
My constant companions.
Drunk on wine
And stars.
 Nov 2015 Kevin Rich
gothicc
front
 Nov 2015 Kevin Rich
gothicc
I'm feeling numb.
I forgot...
what is love?
a vague memory.
something of the past.
a special gift
given too often,
now an unfulfilling experience
to take up time
and keep me interested
for just a little while.
but wait.
not boredom,
but sympathy
for those who need comfort.
a last ditch effort
to put this apparent evil
to good use.
burdened with the curse
of having turned cold.
romance:
dangerous thing to imitate.
the heart:
fragile entity to the touch.
some of us
will never again know love.
josh
 Nov 2015 Kevin Rich
Àŧùl
Civilized behaviour is only recognized after you're gone,
Insolence is admired during entire of your lifetime,
Be rude and someone will always like you.
My HP Poem #919
©Atul Kaushal
We were beautiful children
And we grew up so brave,
We were touched by death and heartbreaks but we stayed just the same.

We listen to jazz all night and drink red wine,
Find ourselves adventure to pass the time,
We don't talk much about the pain we've felt inside,
No more bumps in the road,
Just enjoying the ride.

Our love is too strong to carry weight of what's gone,
We find peace in the sun,
And the belief of being young.

Love of mine in the world,
We are one in the same,
You can laugh while you're crying and be childish when you lose games,
We are fine, we are okay,
We are in love,
And our children someday will be just like us.
 Sep 2015 Kevin Rich
Michelle
City
 Sep 2015 Kevin Rich
Michelle
I am merely another story
Behind another window.
With or without me,
The game goes on.
Drowning in skyscrapers.
Crushed by industrialisation.
Suffocated from the inexhaustible thrill of the city.
I am enchanted by my insignificance
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