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 Oct 2013 J R
pt
Dark Side
 Oct 2013 J R
pt
there is a part of you that cares
part of you soaked in fears
side of you filled with greed
someone you never wanna meet

that is your dark side, a black swan
dont worry,everybody has one
he is not a stranger, he is you
he will stick with you just like a glue

one day someone will come out of blue
someone who'll never give up on you
with whom you'll have nothing to hide
one who will love you and also your darkside
 Oct 2013 J R
Fernando Pessoa
I asked for very little from life,
and even this little was denied me.
A nearby field,
a ray of sunlight,
a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread,
not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I exist, not to demand anything from others,
and not to have others demand anything from me - this was denied me,
like the spare change we might deny a beggar not because we're mean-hearted but because we don't feel like unbuttoning our coat
 Oct 2013 J R
Courtney Snodgrass
Three years have gone by.
A little over one thousand days
And it’s been thirty-six months.
I don’t know why I’m still counting
Each dawn that passes by.
I don't know why you haven’t called
To tell me that you miss me
And that you want me back.
But I do know that slowly the nights add up
And soon it will be forty-eight months
One thousand four hundred sixty days.
It’ll be four years
And I will still be wondering why
We haven’t spoken.
break ups ****
 Oct 2013 J R
Elizabeth Squires
one is about to
partake of a green salad
for one's midday meal
 Oct 2013 J R
andy fardell
My Love
 Oct 2013 J R
andy fardell
Can you not see me crying
Can you not see my pain
In a beat the music comes a blinker
So here I lay

Green is the grass that lays in my path
And you turn away
Turn away my love  

No look to entertain
No heart to break
I'm broken
Broken to a start  

Let the music play
Let me melt into the crowd
Live me a little
Just a little love

So you can love me tomorro
So you can love me again
So you can stare in my future
My love be my end
 Oct 2013 J R
E
I pour myself out
becoming a water to drench this land
and the fields beyond.

My words dig--
tilling the soil, the moments,
uprooting what threatens the growth,
bestowing the change
to the fields beyond.

Autumn will tinge the world
I once viewed as green and new.
But as the green grows
in a familiarity tainted by ennui,
we hold our breath against the cold
promise of harvest
and wish to grow, as well.

October is for waiting.
As a foreigner transplanted in this flatland,
I ponder any small, crucial detail
I've forgotten
and wait for our joy
to grow
gold.
Title needs help. I had "the fields beyond" added in a couple of different lines, but that seemed too contrived. Any lines feel unnatural/confusing?
 Oct 2013 J R
berry
a homesick poem
 Oct 2013 J R
berry
i miss the old wooden swing in my backyard
where i used to sit and think and write for hours

i miss being lazy on the living room couch
and watching cartoons with my youngest brother

i miss sitting in my room, hearing footsteps from the floor above
and being able to know exactly whose they were

i miss waking up late on saturday mornings
to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen

i miss being able to tell my little sister she looks pretty
every morning before she goes off to school

i miss sitting on my mother's bedroom floor
and listening to her tell stories about Tennessee

i miss hearing my father constantly whistle and sing
while he walked around the house doing different things

i miss living four minutes away from my best friend
and sleeping at her house for days just because i could

i miss talking to my brothers at 2 o'clock in the morning
about absolutely nothing and positively everything

i miss taking pictures of my backyard, even though nothing
about it has really changed in the past twelve years

but i think that i miss home the most at mealtimes

- m.f.
 Oct 2013 J R
brooke
Sneeze.
 Oct 2013 J R
brooke
i've dedicated a
hundred poems
because you left
a sort of permanence
on my skin, have you
written about me since
since
since
(c) Brooke Otto

we all wonder if they did.
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