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 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
Lisa Pike
Daddy
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
Lisa Pike
You are dead..
Never to be my hero again

I saw your body, but you were missing
Your eyes were open, I closed them
Surreal thinking that you had passed

I did not cry. I could not cry
I kissed your not so warm cheek
and said goodbye

Love you always
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
Lisa Pike
Bi-polar
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
Lisa Pike
Two sides of me
Anger wells, brimming and teetering.
Who the **** am I?
Tell me what, push me here, kick me down when I'm already there

Don't mess with my already messed head
I'm sick of you
Medication for the sick, just a cover up..
Not a cure
Is being over excited or eccentric a crime?
manic?
Mental health, I challenge you to a duel
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
Jules
ain’t it strange,
how we fall in love with people we do not know,
who do not know us.
with the boy and his dog, each day walking, without fail;
with the dancer and her grace;
with the author and their stories;
with the fighter with her shouts,
her fury always undone,
a bravery which is hers alone.
with the lover and her heart,
her heart falling deep.
with the artist,
their messages, their heartfelt,
their blood and sweat poured out into every line.
don’t we fall in love.
don’t it seem strange to you too.
don’t you do it just as i do.
don’t you love deep and long and hard,
as i try to.
love hard
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
ㅡjatm
Didn't she said,
That you are her poetry?
A poetry that breathes,
Something that cannot be
Emplace beneath.

You are unintentionally,
Breaking her reverie,
And now you are turning her,
Into a catastrophe.
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
GABRIELLE
Poets
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
GABRIELLE
They take you to beautiful realms of life
Let you travel to their beautiful thoughts
Let you wander around their world
Make you smile while reading their sonnets
Giving rhymes on every line
Let you enjoy the magnificence of words combined
But what you didn’t know
Is the meaning of those striking words they wrote
Behind those they’re breaking
Turning their whole hearts to now shattered glass
‘Cause remarkable words can sometimes mean chaos too
Dear poets,
I thank you for letting me know
How beautiful and tragic love is
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
Àŧùl
Wait before you start thinking,
You should wait and complete this reading,
Can it not be a tool for worshiping?

Inspiring idols of deities like Durgā,
You feel so cared for by their motherliness,
Can you otherwise visualise an imaginary God?

Teachings from the idols of Saraswati,
You get connected to a Goddess's wisdom,
Where else you'd rather gain blessings from?

Wealth from the idols of Lakshmi,
You gain financial security & confidence,
Or is imagining a formless promoter God easy?

Cutest idols of deities like Gaņeshã,
You will love a naughty deity Bãl Krshņã,
Why should you not use idols for worshiping?

Mature idols of deities like Šiva,
You would feel them bestowing their calm,
Should it not be fun visualising them?

Statues are made with dedicated love,
They all invite such respectful admiration,
How would you ever feel the hatred?

I am aware that none of these idols is God,
Neither stones nor pictures can be Gods.
But what bad is a peaceful polytheism?
Do not please be jealous of their art,
And do not hate idol worshipers.
Feel confident and so peaceful,
Try worshiping stone idols.
What I want to convey from the poem is that the idol-worshiping polytheism is a million times better than the monotheistic faiths which make its followers so closed in and insecure of bringing about any changes to their thinking, hence producing the most retrogressive brains which stick to the 'unquestionable' principles of monotheism, often 'killing' any voices that suggested otherwise.

Idol worshiping is much better than killing or imposing a faith in the name of a belief.

My HP Poem #1131
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2016 KTN PRL
Akira Chinen
Is it love?
This vague imitation of life
This thing we pretend to know
To do
To be
The reason we ****** our hands and knees
This thirst and exhilaration
What are we so desperate for?
What is this hunger stabbing in our belly?
In our guts?
In our bone and marrow?
What drives our instinct of survival?
How can we say we care about tomorrow
While ******* away today?
******* away our loneliness
Instead of facing who we are
In mirrors built for one
Bullets penetrating knife scars
Both in our backs and
In our chests
Cold steel and hot lead
Love triangle forever wed
Bleeding heart of hope
Dying by the rope
Noose tied
Dead tree
Cold hands
Stroking
The noise of lust
Pitter patter dead feet
Ghost in the hall
Wearing no reflection at all
Love in fake *******
Wilted by the dozen
Heart shaped box
Chocolate covered lies
Bitter lullabies
Rose colored lips
Breathing false sentiment
Two dimes for a quarter
To buy back lost alibis
Imitating life
What's the purpose
Without love?
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