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 Mar 2015 Dreamer
NV
Untitled
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
NV
BUT NOBODY TOLD ME THE FUNERAL NEVER ENDS.

IT'S BEEN ELEVEN YEARS NOW, AND THE CASKET'S STILL LOWERING.

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"LEAVE ME HERE MOM. LEAVE ME HERE. I'M DEAD TOO."
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
Love
Endless Days
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
Love
There are nights I can't sleep,
because I'm pestered with thoughts of you.

There are mornings I wake,
Exhausted from chasing you.

There are afternoons I bare,
Pretending I'm fine.
Maybe one day I'll believe it.

Then finally the evenings I collapse,
Knowing that this isn't the last.

The worst parts of my day,
Are seeing you,
because it reminds me,
of how little I meant to you.
He’s no musician.
He doesn't make melodies through violin and guitar strings.
Yet he composed, haunting ballads in dramatic tempos,
Rhyming every lyric,
Harmonizing, making it dance in a musical euphony.

He’s no seamster.
Yet he cuts and he traces,
plain words and printed phrases;
Then he sews and he weaves it skilfully,
into a lovely concrete poetry.

He’s no painter.
He just has a palette of pigmented letters,
splashing colorful lines on his blank canvass.
A blast of contained evocative memories,
Streaking and shading mixtures of kaleidoscopic imagery.

He’s no storyteller.
Yet from him, I heard the most romantic tales-
One, of the moon and its lover sea.
Reciprocating shy glances, whispering I love you’s,
while kissing behind the sprawling mountains.
Though the dawn will come, they do not fear.
For after the majestic tribal sun leaves his stage,
There’ll the lovers be once again reunited.

He's no poet.**
Yet he writes--
stanzas and verses.
And oh! it revives,
every strand of emotion,
every sense of intuition,
Inside me.
A lyrical perception,
Sheer perfection,
Arousing perpetual reactions,
From me.
I am not good at this. I just want to express my pure gratitude, appreciation and awe for you.

"I am no poet. Never thought of myself as one. Just a guy dabbling clumsily in words"
Yet even, everything you do amaze me.


Thank you all wonderful people on Hello Poetry. I just realized this moment that this poem was featured as Daily poem yesterday.  I have never imagined any of my work will be posted as daily. Thank you all for the hearts, re-post,share, comments and messages. You really made my heart and soul so happy. :)
And most of all, thanks to the man who inspire me to write this one. :)
(04.14.2015)
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
Belle Victoria
I like skies the most when you are in an open field
and the stars are out, you lay down in the grass

counting these beautiful lights and than suddenly you realize
you are breathing, you are alive, you are worth so much more
and that the world is beautiful even though you feel like crap

she always had this feeling, this girl was different
he always had this feeling, this boy was different

they both had broken pieces and feelings they couldn't place
but when they were together it all made sense, it was right

I have this dream to see the world
to escape from the city and follow the sun
I just want to be lost in more ways than one

and all I ever wanted was you to go with me on this adventure.
I really want to leave this place.
I wake up, Beans
I eat breakfast, Beans
I go to school, Beans
I go home, Beans
I eat dinner, Beans
I go to sleep, Beans
What do I dream about?
BEANS
I don't know why I love beans so much
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
Mckenna Lynn
"Our song came on the radio yesterday and for the first time, I didn't roll down my windows or turn it all the way up or sing along. I forced myself to turn it off."
"I washed your sweatshirt after sleeping in it for so many nights so it wouldn't smell like you anymore and I boxed it up to put in the top of my closet, out of sight."
"Remember when we went to the beach and kept snapping photos? I finally burned them yesterday. I watched as the flames burned out, just like we did."
"Our anniversary passed, and I didn't feel empty like I did the month before. It only took me four months."
"I'm deleting your contact out of my phone so I won't feel tempted to text you when I lie awake at night thinking about what we used to be. I guess I'll be doing you a favor, seeing as you don't care about the past us like I do."
"I hope you're happy with her, because after all this time I'm finally happier without you."
finally moving on
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
MonsterInsideMe
Eyes linger
Hunger for him grows
Though he gently touches another with his soft fingers
And the pain in her eyes shows
She watches in horror
As her love slips away
She remembers the times when he had once adored her
When he had nothing but sweet words to say
He hugs her tightly
Confusing her so
Her eyes shine at him brightly
Heart saying yes, but brain saying no
She wishes for his feelings to be true
Though deep down she knows better
Her pain forever permanent, like a tattoo
Her heart spilling out,in the never to be sent letter
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
Donall Dempsey
She said: “Hi...
I‘m from a different
planet! ”

I said: “******...
...so am I! ”

It’s so hard to
meet genuine
Earthlings

...these days! ”
Title comes from jocular chat up line at an Irish disco in the '70's. The rest of the poem exists in the playful banter and retort that endeared us to each other. We both obviously came from the good planet Humour!
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