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 Sep 2014 Edward Alan
Ecila
Angels
 Sep 2014 Edward Alan
Ecila
you may never know
but every night you sing me to sleep
i want to meet you so bad
everyday i take a peek
into your life's peak
i see how successful you are
and you deserve it
every melody is equal to a heartbeat
and whenever i am crying,
you are there to keep me listening
the sound of your voice is why i live,
you saved me from the darkness
the sound of your voice is why i love,
you saved me from the madness
i love you, my sweet songbird
you keep me whole with every word
you are my one beautiful soul
but i guess you will never know
i love my little choir of angels
 Sep 2014 Edward Alan
Just Melz
Poetry is Reflection of Self.
Apparently,
I'm filled with
misery.
 Sep 2014 Edward Alan
CommonStory
Crushed in a slow time racing pattern continuously moving backwards

We can only live while we lose

Emotionally losing our minds as we portray many personas like actors

In a lake bed who will forever chase the goose

What sound does the centipede make while it crawls in your ear

Try your best to stay alive

With all these failing circuits

Then realize it doesn't matter the situation

You still won't be liked

Like you use to be

Beauty is skin deep

And bones are lovely

So sit and let it burrow deep

My centipede

Even enthusiasm can heal

But not regenerate wounds by far

They just turn into scars

How deep the centipede seeps 

It won't make you weep
© copyright Matthew Donald 2014
This feeling is too big for my body to hold
so lend me your arms for me to unfold.
 Sep 2014 Edward Alan
Lucid
true loneliness
is not the result of an empty body
                              no
true loneliness
is the result of a full body;
a body that's about to explode
                              and when it does,
true loneliness*
is what's felt when you realize you have
no one to pick up the pieces.
 Sep 2014 Edward Alan
Born
If i could write a poem
i would
if i could express my lowest points
i would
if i could tell you how much i love life
i would
if i could tell you why death is always hanging on my shoulders
i would
if only my happiness could be better than my sadness
i would!

If i could tell you the burden of religions
i would
if i could break from the chains that suffocate me
i would
if i could rid off voices in my head
i would
if you could understand the pains of my sufferings
you would
if my words could speak for my silence
it would
Is it possible to be scared of three words?
I am. I have seen so many.

And they all scare me.
Time terminates all inner truths.
Years will pass, we are the hare,
And time is the tortoise.
We will wake, from this delightful dream, and find ourselves
Excluded from the final prize.
Down your pens now, poets, live, live, live!
Take risks, love freely, be daring, try sharing,
Be the hare, but be aware,
You’ll look around one day and there’ll be nothing there;
Up in front, a smiling beast in a shell
Will watch you crumple, overtaken,
Speed is futile,
It’s the journey that counts.
She can no longer trust you
She has been battered and betrayed
Tentative with every move
There has been a huge mess that you have made
She can now see
That you never really cared for her
Sadly, she drowns in tears
Because you treated her badly year after year
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