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 Jun 2017 Jawad
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The Real Victim
 Jun 2017 Jawad
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Wow I just realized this
That you remind me so much of her
When we hangout it reminds me of how it once was
I miss her so much but there's nothing I can do
I just want the best for her
I know I hurt her and she doesn't trust me
I still love her and care about her more than anything

Thanks for hanging out with me
It is really helping me get out of my depression.....
The ultimate compliment I got yesterday was when she told me that she appreciates the time I have spent hanging out with her. Because shes been so depressed and when I am around I get her out of that mindset. Most of the poem is composed of text messages and words my friend has told me.
 Jun 2017 Jawad
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Messages (Haiku)
 Jun 2017 Jawad
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I got the message
Although it was never sent
Silence is so loud
 Jun 2017 Jawad
phil roberts
This muse of mine
Remains silent and invisible
And is no less intense for that
I still write to her
Tell her of my dreams and my pain
And she is part of both of these

This muse of mine
May be no more than a ghost
But she is still my only truth
The one that owns me
For all my ****** and damaged past
For all my pointless future

This muse of mine
May be unreal or gone
Yet still I hold on
And still there'll be no other
Because within my muse
Hopelessness and hope
Have me enthralled

                              By Phil Roberts
 Jun 2017 Jawad
Rodrigo Borges
World
 Jun 2017 Jawad
Rodrigo Borges
My senses bring me my Reality.
My thoughts and opinions define me.
My feelings present me my fidelity,
My imagination is what makes me see.
Now!    Where or what is the real truth?
 Jun 2017 Jawad
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Untitled
 Jun 2017 Jawad
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All these blank lines are words I never had the courage to say
No point in saying them since they no longer matter
They will just remain blank lines that will never leave my mind
 Jun 2017 Jawad
wordvango
wise man
 Jun 2017 Jawad
wordvango
By all means, marry.
If you get a good wife, you'll become happy;
if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.


Socrates
his words , not mine!
 Jun 2017 Jawad
Mary-Eliz
HP Poets
 Jun 2017 Jawad
Mary-Eliz
I wish I could spend every moment
every moment here with you...
reading all your words,
each line and sentiment

words of love and anger, longing and despair,
words of compassion,
of confusion and fear
all your words of pleading,
all your words of prayer

though the page begs me to stay and read
time will not allow...
it simply won't stand still
it's counting every second,
counting them with speed

so much here to read but so little time
feeling guilty if I do,
more so if I don't
lured by the richness,
seduced by the rhyme

knowing they're here for me to find
I hate to miss the diamonds
or overlook the gold
dabs of wisdom,
nubbins of wit of the rarest kind

it would be an extraordinary coup
giving time
and
contemplation to them all
reading each one,
reading the whole way through

though that's what I'd love to do
I can't seem to find the time
so I'll read on,
it may only be a few

but I'll give my full commitment
while I savor every word,
each deep-felt thought
of those I  discover
by happy accident

because I treasure what you share
gifted writers that you are
gifted writers...
poets extraordinaire
A bit of fun with rhyming and (attempted) rhythm. :-) Hoping it's not too sappy.
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