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 Mar 2014 Kodis
Margaryta
The time we met would be
allegro, a boisterous time when
I unlearned how to
breath. It became an
allegretto, the
crescendo long behind,
awaiting the
diminuendo with an
alto near the end. It
was like all great
compositions,
feverish until the
fall and
when we fell, oh
how we tumbled,
mesto,
lacrisomo,
con dolore.
allegro: cheerful or brisk; but commonly interpreted as lively, fast
allegretto: a little lively, moderately fast
crescendo: growing; i.e., progressively louder
diminuendo, dim.: dwindling; i.e., with gradually decreasing volume
alto: high; often refers to a particular range of voice, higher than a tenor but lower than a soprano
mesto: mournful, sad
lacrimoso or lagrimoso: tearfully; i.e., sadly
con dolore: with sadness
 Mar 2014 Kodis
A
Not today
 Mar 2014 Kodis
A
I should be happy
but maybe it is difficult sometimes
to remember pleasantries and surprises
beautiful things that land on our shoulders, like butterflies
but only remember how the devil
would rush in with darkness,
cloud memories and logic
- everything that you once thought you understood
gets washed away by rain and tears,
but you got to stand up and face your fears
the one thing we say when facing death:
"not today"
 Mar 2014 Kodis
lazarus
where along the path
did i lose my faith?

what dropped me down from the
white,eternally hopeful
land of romantics?

i'd like to say it was you, but i don't know if you

if you
if the way you held me against you
if the way your eyes followed my form
if you

deserve that much credit.

we tend to romanticize the dead.
i think we do that to our lost loves, too.
2012.
 Mar 2014 Kodis
liza
#1
 Mar 2014 Kodis
liza
#1
i own a collection of masks
so that, if necessary,
i could hide within my own
disappointment with myself
and laugh because i am
not the same as i was before.
 Mar 2014 Kodis
Daisy King
Raindrops gave me the sound of a standing ovation
to congratulate my sleeping. Slight sadness at the windows
                                             pain, slow small ache in kind applause.
Promises don't even try to disguise themselves as secrets
here between all the edges and creased pages and
                                            frenzied spills across hardwood floors.
 Mar 2014 Kodis
Micheal Wolf
Once born it's never on thy lips
Upon thy brow a mothers kiss

Then others all will follow suit
Bestowing light and love to you

Instinct overrides them all
As lips to your brow they are called

Yet as you grow it seems to stop
Kisses to your cheek do flock

Then when love and lust appear
Kisses to the lips doth flow

Once again a child is born
Now you are drawn to their sweet brow

Yet years pass and twilight falls
You start to shed this mortal coil

Once again they come to kiss
On your brow,  not your lips

A cycle now almost complete
Ancestors call, it's time to leave

A kiss opon a wrinkled brow
Third eye closed, time to go
Something that needed finishing
 Mar 2014 Kodis
Marcus Koh
The silence is no longer heavy.
I do not need sound to wake.
Dreams are breaths, and I am sober.
Watch me peel this dead skin.

My back is stone.
The last marks are your creases,
this porcelain chest can no longer bend.
You are quiet, and I am so very clean.

My ink, dried up, is rusting.
When I say I’ve written in blood,
dust my letters and blow them dry.
Empty lines are marks I can forget.

I listen to grunge music.
We talk, and I’d think this is love.
I waltz to any tune with distortion.
You wanted it posh, didn’t you?    

I fall off wires,
this circus is hypnotic.
 Mar 2014 Kodis
Patrick Wigington
Why did you go there,
A friend told me  you'd come.
I felt fine before then.
After I knew
Couldn't relate
Couldn't concentrate
Had to leave.
Had to go home
Wait by the phone
That call that won't come
I'm giving you your space
Why not give me mine.
If we were still---
You would say
Let's stay in
I'm tired
But now that we're--
You go
You don't care you don't care
I stayed awake all night in a
Bad state of Mind
Wanting to fight wanting to make it right wanting to be
Out of sight
Wanting to die
Sigh
I couldn't even cry
I saw that picture
Posted
Of you looking
So *******
                         Happy.
I want you to be--
I want
I want
I want
You back
I want you back
I want
You.
3/16/2014
 Mar 2014 Kodis
Mohd Arshad
Who
       said
           I am dead?
Evil
     Has
          Made me lame.
 Mar 2014 Kodis
raw with love
if i could
i would
heal every bit of broken soul
inside you
if i could
i would
undo your scars
and make your skin
a perfect canvas
but i can’t
and life’s a terrible painter
who ******* up and ruined
the painting that is you
and all i am capable of
is taking all my watercolours
and fixing your canvas
and painting the rainbow
and making it better
i ****
at painting
but it’s all i can do
i’m pathetic
i’m sorry
but i’ll do
my best to fix you
in my clumsy way.
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