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 Sep 2013 Europa
Edward James
I look up
Only to see your eyes
Longing to see your smile
But it's gone
That's no surprise.
Mines gone.
Laughter turned to memories.
I still love you.
I give up from time to time
Hit a few bumps, earned a few scars
Left alone on lonely streets
And alleys looking rather blue.  
Stars misaligned
And I still need you.
 Sep 2013 Europa
Sarah Amaya
My Dearest Lost Love,
Not a day reaches end without the thought of you
Your smile that kept my heart beating
Your laugh that kept my lungs breathing
Your warm love that kept my life living
I've Hurt you through my own Selfishness
I've Lost you through my own Foolishness
I long to hear your words again
I wish to hear your voice again
To see your smile
To hear your laugh
To hear your voice
To feel your love
To have you again
My Lost Love will I ever Find you Again?
 Sep 2013 Europa
Hope Lynne
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 Sep 2013 Europa
Hope Lynne
I woke up next to you.
I woke up in the pre-dawn darkness and saw your eyes flutter beneath
your eyelids, saw the curl of your hair
on the pillow, watched you move beneath thin sheets.
And I heard you breathe and felt your heart beating
and was content
in knowing that we were
both alive.
 Sep 2013 Europa
Hope Lynne
Boredom
 Sep 2013 Europa
Hope Lynne
Sometimes I wonder if it's just
boredom
driving our emotions.
I wonder about the thoughts in your head
that make you want to run your chilly fingers
down my spine,
and I wonder if love is supposed to make me feel as
empty
as I do.
I wonder:
do you love me, really?
Or are you just tired of being alone.
 Sep 2013 Europa
Feliciano Naredo
You plant laurels which grow so high,
It grabs the moon its peaceful glow.
The sea surges so glad am I -
My boat you fill a steady flow,
Tons of fishes, fresh as the buds.
Beating heart, light as a petal -
A thousand mile you go so free.
A dew shimmers like a crystal.
It attracts the honey bees,
To aspire for sweet enchantment.
At the back of my weary mind,
To see you one more time, I wish.
The past still fresh was so kind -
When two soul ate the same fish,
The gloom is gone by just a snap.
 Sep 2013 Europa
Nat Lipstadt
I am unafraid tonight

To write and sign my real name.

To like what I read which is almost everything here
For the sake, for the pain, for the unashamed, for just
Celebrating those who breathe life for the just
Trying.

I am unafraid tonight

To disclose that I live as an
Agonist
In a city that ghost taps on my windows,
( thank you Ilion gray for that),
When the quiet is pockmarked by so many crying the
Loudest tears.

I am unafraid tonight
To express my dissatisfaction with you.

I am unafraid tonight
To express the miracle of those across oceans,
And across town,
Welcoming me into their hearts and wonder
Where else do the wayfarers gather

I am I am
unafraid tonight
To curry your favor,
Despise your silence
Expose corners of me
That should be buried
Before my body later follows

I am unafraid tonight
To use or abuse punctuation
For their are spaces and ,
Between us that can and cannot be closed
But I am compelled to try to narrow the differences
For
I am unafraid tonight

Tomorrow, we shall see,
If the shale within can yet be fractured,
Brought to the surface
To be consumed,
Or the fractures spread
Destructing the whole.

But tonight,
I am unafraid.
For Marshall and Ilion, near and far. The ghost tapping heard, and saving me. Thank you.
 Sep 2013 Europa
soul in torment
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
the day is yet a dream
and I with you will share my cup
my coffee and my cream

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
Sweet offspring of the moon
and I with you will share the stars
here captured in my spoon

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
fear not the coming Sun
and I with you will share my friend
as im in need of one

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
let fears soft roll by
and I with you will share the storms
that in my teacup lie

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
as dawn doth soft now breaks
and let us now each share this space
and sleep as day awakes
Sally A Bayan · Jul 7
COFFEE, THE MOTH AND ME....
My breath smells of coffee....
Several cups
I have finished already.
This is one of those nights,
When my thoughts I have yet
To turn into verses....
They are all too shy to come out,
Refusing still, to be revealed.
While I wait for the empty cups to be refilled,
A lonely moth circles the lamp and me.
On and on, I tap my pen on the table,
Til I've scribbled something on  paper.
Still, the moth goes round and round...
Circling my face, very near my mouth.
The light flickers as it wanders near.....
I wonder if it's the lamplight that calls
To the moth....
Or my breath that smells of coffee.......

Sally


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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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