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 Aug 2015 Edgar
Corlene Beukes
You took everything from me, Mr No Name.
You took everything from me, Mr I Take What I Want.
You took everything from me, Mr She Wanted It.
You took everything from me, Mr Her Cries Were Born From Pleasure.
You took everything from me, Mr Dark Burned Into My Mind.
You took everything from me, Mr Clothed and Untouched.
You drank all of my essence and now I am a tea-bag, drained.
 Aug 2015 Edgar
Philosophical
I have never understood the aim, concept and purpose of letters. All I know is letters are where you combine ink and what your heart says. Basically, it is where you pour everything that's in your heart through a piece of paper.

you are the only person i'd stay awake at 2AM for.
the person i'd never get tired complimenting.
this letter would go on a thousand pages if i write everything i feel when you talk to me.
i think you're perfect and that I don't deserve you. i love all your flaws. i love you.

i want to make you believe you are lovely.
fragments of my heart.
 Aug 2015 Edgar
Salome
One day I was asked, “what is Happiness?”
Words could not make its way out of my lips,
Ideas could not be constructed inside my head,
There was pure silence apart from the heavy sighs I was emitting,
I was totally dumbfounded.

But being a disturbed thinker that I was,
I began to sail in the rivers of my mind
And flew across the freeways of my thoughts.
I searched for the answer desperately
And I wouldn’t stop until I meet him face to face.

I came across Money.
He said he could me give me anything and bring me to anywhere.
“That is what happiness is all about – having everything and being everywhere”,
he told me. And I nodded.
Money must be right; he must be my happiness!

“No!” Knowledge screamed in complete disgust,
“With me, you will find all the answers you wish to seek!”
I could be someone, she guaranteed
And I would see things that others could not see
I would be superior above all mankind and that must be what happiness is about!

Relationship then came like a devouring fire,
“How dare you listen to them!” he said with a sting.
“I have been with you from the moment you set your eyes upon the world
Families, friends, beloved – without me, you won’t know what joy is
I am your only happiness.”

To be fair, I made a company of them all,
But all failed to give me a satisfying answer.
Money blinded me about the importance of little things.
Knowledge consumed my heart and brought me so much pride it led to my downfall.
Relationship took all of me; didn’t leave anything for myself and run away.

Then He came knocking at my door,
As I was wretchedly crying my heart out.
He told me He knew the answer to my question,
I told Him, “No! I have searched for it
But there was no answer.”

“I am the answer”, He simply said.
“I won’t give you happiness,
But I will make you know and experience it.”
And He did by dying for me 2,000 years ago.
 Aug 2015 Edgar
Erika
You're in love
 Aug 2015 Edgar
Erika
Is that how you're supposed to talk to me?
Is that how you're supposed to say my name?
Is that how you're supposed to hold my hand?
I might be blind, or deaf
I might not know any language
But I can sense it
I can feel it
You're in love
with me...
 Aug 2015 Edgar
jeffrey robin
& then there was YOU !



( so full of       NOTHING )

<>

Babbling

About your infidelities

To the nature of human life

)(

proud of your ***** pain

You proclaim

Means you are alive !!!



oh well

IT IS THE EASIEST THING TO WRITE ABOUT

( dramatic explosions of frozen emotions )

Written about 1000 times

In the same words !

(that don't mean a thing )

;:/

Poets !!!!!!!

;::


Human life

""

In the sacred

We find home

//

We hurt ourselves

And stay alone

Writing sad stories to no -one
 Aug 2015 Edgar
Farosty
An owl she was, searching for a wolf
B my protector, she said
C my surrender, she spread
Do it you won’t regret
Ez for you I,
Fled from my pack
Grabbed my jacket and bag
Home to my nature since time was my dad
I, me, my is all I had
Jealousy around us
Kings would uncrown us
Late was infinite
Minutes were too late
N I already knew
O you knew?
Please, that’s my
Q
R u ready, because I’m not

Started it just to stop
Together
U and I are just letters
Vulnerable, I thought
Was looking for her heart but her
X marked the spot
Y I hoped, I don’t know
Zoned back in the orbit I know
 Aug 2015 Edgar
nicoarty
She/she.
 Aug 2015 Edgar
nicoarty
When He told her He loved her
He told her not Her
And she brought it up
Where She could see
Heart already torn
What could She do?
But hope it a trick
A joke
As best friends like they often do
But as she smiled and She smiled
Tears in Her eyes
Her boyfriend - the culprit- saw none
Of the pain She locked inside.
Just to help those who may be confused;
The girl who is referred to by capitaled name (She, Her) is the girlfriend of the boy, and the girl referred to by non-capitaled names (she, her) is the one who the boy told he loved.
I know it's not very good and it's messy and unclear, but if you've read this far (as most won't) you might as well know it was made this way to keep its meaning as hidden as possible unless you look beyond what you see; just as the girlfriend hides her pain at how close the boyfriend is with his best friend. She does this incase it's meaning is invalid and she truly has nothing to fear other than losing him due to her own paranoia.
 Jul 2015 Edgar
Ignatius Hosiana
Your first love's that person on the prologue of your love story
Your true love's the minor character at the start but the epilogue of your glory
Your first love's the one who leaves tears where there was laughter
Your true one wipes those tears and lives with you happily ever after
Your first love's the one you trust at first sight and doubt at last
Your true love's the one you doubt but ultimately fall and wholly trust
Your first love's the one you think you'll never forget in your lifetime
Your true love's the one not worth remembering but you never forget
Your first love's either the
first person whose heart you break
or the one who breaks your heart
Your true love's either the person
whose shattered heart you heal
or who heals & steals your hurt
I know sometimes first love can be true but
Your first love's most times the fantasy that drowns the sailor
And chains but true love's the reality you finally settle for,your "bailor"
 Jul 2015 Edgar
Hanny Geraldine
Because of you,
I write
And if only you knew
You're there
In every piece of the poems
I write
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