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Dec 2015 FiesaLy

Kat

Life is a battlefield
Win or lose? Take it or leave it?
or just go in between?
Uncertain as when will it rain or shine

Be a soldier,
ready to fight and risk everything
from beginning until the end
love and honor still fulfill

Be a nurse,
ready to heal the wounded ones
ready to care for everyone
love is the greatest

Be an opponent,
ready to threaten,
ready to attack
great determination is needed

I may not be a soldier
Not ready to fight 'til the end
Not at all times you'll win
Be brave enough to accept defeat

I may not be a nurse
Cause even for myself,
I cannot heal all the wounds
Scars remind me of sorrows
I wish to forget

I may not be an opponent
Cause even for myself,
I cannot go beyond my limits
Still stuck with fears and doubts

I may not be anyone
Searching my worth and purpose
In a place of the unknown
For myself, I am different.

#life #battle #you

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

Scars of yesterday.

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

elouazzani kenza

Scars of yesterday.

A part of you goes away ,
Everyday,
To never come back again.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.
The promises, the kisses,
The love you once felt,
The nights, the stars,
The life you once wanted,
The touches, the smells,
The laughs, the tears,
It all goes away,
Everyday.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.

#love #promises #tears #kisses #stars #scars #nights #yesterday #smells #touches

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

the tear bond

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

david mungoshi

the tear bond

i looked in just as you were looking out
and the thick smoke stung our eyes;
the tears went down our hands into the palms
and when we touched there was a fluid bond
that said we had drowned our sorrows in the tears
and would forever be washed clean in the rains we make

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

Cold Air Dreams

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

Michelle Morine

Cold Air Dreams

A chill in these
broken bones
leaking out
everywhere
leaving only my decimation
in it's wake

Frozen eyes of blue
remember
a spell of liquid
iced rain

The storms
soft death of cold
brings an
understanding of
the darkness

While freezing in these
cold air dreams.

#pain #dark #cold

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

Real Magic Has Subtlety

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

Aditya Shankar

Real Magic Has Subtlety

Where there are no words that connect.
With all the colours that you feel,
To watch letters paint freely into each other
The magic of life,
It is indeed.

First attempt at a palindrome poem (once read, read from bottom to top)

#paint #words #life #magic #letters #colours #subtle

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

tainted blessing

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

Ejiogu Stanley

tainted blessing

I'm a flower in your hair
I'm the fragrance in the air
You're the laughter in despair
Hope in moments I can't bear
Fingers trace your every curve
You're the smile I can't but love
Stained and tainted, still a dove
Blessed, descended from above
You're the key to me it's true
I'm dead and breathing without you
Doesn't matter what you do
I'm hopelessly entwined with you

Awww

#love #hate #hope #flower #dove #stain

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

A Conclusion of Love

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

Parker A Blackwood

A Conclusion of Love

Do I believe there is love?
Of course
Yet it is hard to say that I have experienced such a thing
And in that it is just as hard to try and justify to anyone that there is, in fact, love

I do not know what is sadder: That I have not experienced love or the way I am responsive to it

I know who I am supposed to love
But it is no love that I can tell

But this is the truth:
I know of hate
Hatred I believe in
Hatred I am all too familiar with

I suppose I could be so enveloped in my own self-hatred
Comparing all other things to me that I love almost anything and anyone

So from my conclusions I extract this:
Because I participate in the deepest and most strewn out of hate
I know that it exists
Therefore, love, comparative to my involvement in hate, can only lead me to an assumption:

If hatred exists, then so must love

#love #hate #experience #irony #conclusions

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

a rain waters mile

Nov 2015 FiesaLy

mark john junor

a rain waters mile

the sound of approaching horsemen
thunders in the dry spaces of my mind
they are so loud i cannot stand it
deep waters run swift
and the thoughts that run there are bittersweet
humble me kneeling before that open gaze
before that terrible birthright
a mask of soft steel
eyes encroaching on my steadfast heart
with a terrible pounding of horses
that leaves no space for thought
leaves no breath to the dreams of my soul
lay gasping on a cold winters shore
knowing the sea and its treacherous waves
i walk the rain waters mile just to hear your voice again
i swim the deep places of the heart just to kiss your lips again
this is the place where i hold your soft hand in mine
sing to you in a whisper
songs of finding a hearts treasure
songs of getting lost in warmth and beautiful eyes
help me find you again
in the deep rushing thundering approach
of these wild and free horses