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all i could do was complain,
my mind only saw the negative.
even my compliments,
had an air of criticism.

today, I can stop whingeing  
and get on with my life.
Little by little,
I can be fully present to my life.
So much to be grateful,
even when life seems so hard.

I am so grateful that I am alive,
and that I survived my own attempts at embracing death.

I still whinge now and then,
but I no longer live there.
 Feb 2015 hushhush
D W
I REMEMBER
 Feb 2015 hushhush
D W
Every time I see your face I remember,
Every single moment we had and wonder,
How could you become so cold and dull,
How come  you changed and I dwell,
On keeping you in my heart's core,
To abide your promises among the lies,
Neglecting the wherefores and the lies.*

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 Feb 2015 hushhush
D W
KISS
 Feb 2015 hushhush
D W
It was a spring warm atmosphere,
On that green grass she lay so near,
Her silken skin, her freckles ow dear!

Her eyes deeply charmed my heart,
Cursing my soul and intensively dart,
A magic kiss straight to the heart,

A whispered bane of her kissable lips,
A wicked glance and a charming glimpse,
Pierce my sanity that never could I part,
Her Seraphim countenance from the start.*

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 Feb 2015 hushhush
D W
CECILIA
 Feb 2015 hushhush
D W
She woke up helpless and had no clue,
-What time it was- or what to vainly do,
She could never see, but hear their steps,
Chime in that vacant dark hall,

She wanted to speak it loud, to scream,
She couldn't wait seekinga  light beam,
She wanted to know any whereabouts,
She wanted to **** all wonders and doubts,
'' Where am I?" said she.

She knew everything but what was happening,
She knew everything, but all was vaguely dark,
This **** food she shared with a rat,
Which, she ironically named and jack,

Jack, he, who happens to be full of romance,
He, who happens to be a charming prince,
He, who happens to come on a white horse,
Recklessly swinging his sword cutting their heads,
He who used to passionately kiss her lips,
Making her heart melt within a glimpse,
He who happens to be a lover never seen again,
They took her soul when taking him away,
She was a mere corpse, already dead.

Suddenly,
the door of the cell was slammed in a burst,
Voilently opened erupting the floor's dust,
They were there, executioners and a grumpy priest,
Light has made her blind, that beam of light,
Which she has always  eagerly sought,
She went blind, for a while, until she reached the mighty blade of the guillotine.*

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 Feb 2015 hushhush
nivek
i ran away
 Feb 2015 hushhush
nivek
travelling on the spot

forward or backward

side-ways upward

I ran away and joined

the Poet Circus
 Feb 2015 hushhush
nivek
shined into action
thrown off the covers
pulled on clothes
stagger into the moment
listen out for your lover
the one wielding the Sun
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Heidi Mason
dark clothing, nothing too bright
watery eyes, clenched fists
im trying to fight
the anxiety inside
silent rides
because no one has the right words
to say in such a awful moment
im going to my favorite aunts funeral
and I never did get to say goodbye
I was promised a movie/lunch date
now all im offered is the memories of your face
I don't normally beg for things
but I just want you to keep me
in your thoughs/prayers
because I can't get through this alone
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Calhoun Poetry
The hourglass sits on my desk.
I glare into the fragile globe.  My 4-year-old self builds a giant sandcastle as the bright sun glimmers on the hot sand below my feet.  I blink.  I pause and see how much sand has fell.  As the sand falls it piles onto itself one grain at a time.  What is it building now? Is the sand building or letting go?
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Calhoun Poetry
Disoriented faces timelapse by as I trudge my way to school.
The old women over there carrying a Fairway bag
Her grandchildren are visiting her for the weekend.
The women  attempting to refrain a smile
Her boyfriend is going to propose tonight.
The young man carrying a briefcase and rapidly walking
He is on his way to his first day at work.
The little boy carrying a backpack that is larger than himself
His mom packed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
A million faces timelapse by.
I wonder what my story looks like to the grandma, the women, the boy, the man.
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