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 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
axr
riot
 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
axr
Broken roads and voices unknown
posters torn and crying children
seems like i am a riot now.

Protests,scratches and guns
screams and air filled with dust
seems like i am a riot now.

The dead,the broken and the vain let out a cry
broken glasses fly
seems like i am a riot now.
 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
lara
To Jim
 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
lara
I challenge you
To speak as you were writing your last poetry
As you are the street light at night
As you are the reflection on a gloomy wall
As you are the smoke scratching a throat
You are talking to your muse
As you are only your hands shaking it out
Without the perception of self
Talking to your secret fear

The voices will finally sing
That is the world I want to live in
Talking to the muse
An eternity long
Talking to your muse
If ever a man, who saw the gentle
Gifts given, freely, ripeness on branches,
Fortunate blooms by the minuscule clover,
Sun showers in the dances of the yellow
Bees, wisdoms ringing in spirals of ancient
Trees, a man might then be sorely moved
As the crushing work a day world hushes
His spirit, a man might dream of peace
And not sail capsized by navy grey suit,
Slogging in oceans of paper deadlines,
In girding grids, grind of lonely streets,
But know of graces in sauntered day,
Hear the in-songs of long unsuffering
Birds as they jaunt through the leaves,
A spirit might wake into light and still
Be dreaming and not limp wounded
In step of site, petrified salt of job
And unforgiven city, if ever a man
Was a man, born in embodiment
Of perpetual joys and not a toy
Tossed by the hollow spirits
Of the brood indifferent.
Body and mind aren't in align
A disagreement,
An argument,
A quarrel over reality;
What actually is and what it's supposed to be.
Imagine a world where they'd be at peace,
Where mind and body weren't enemies
And it didn't snow in Spring.
But, these are just dreams I lay awake thinking about
At half past ten.
No idea if my punctuation is correct. Oops.
I wanted to write down how I felt
But somehow the paper remained empty


And I could not have described it any better.
 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
Maria Imran
You are doing it wrong..
really wrong.
how many poems do you write every day?
and at nights?
do you think he deserves it? Do you deserve this?
wake up from your break up
gather up your soul now
pick up the pieces and start your dance.
Magic, magic, magic! Rock't!
Remember
if you fall
watch out
for tears
if you fall
into water
hold your breath
never breath in
so do not cry for me or yourself
just incase you fall
right into your
own tears.
Thank you all   P@ul.
watch
the rock tumble

do I who
bird
do I who

watch
the rock splash
the rock drown
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