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Everyone sat in rows
In the hands of everyone,
Writing his own poetry
They were reading again
Will recite

Then I was a young poet
My poems were formed
By the faces and eyes
Rain stung like
My pen was flowing as wild
As a vigorous stream

In front,
Sitting too many famous poet
Not too aged,
Writing judged
Equal to the hills of Fame
Expanding their scope as the sea
Many ahead of his time
A lot of poetry grew them legend

I will read the poem in front of them
Vibrating my heart and hands,
Throat was dry
Remembering the words of Robert Frost,
"And Miles to go before I sleep"
As if,
Repeatedly I touched
The new Spirit,
The Flame in the body
And the poem that would accelerate

It was a festival
Nothing else
Soundly a great festival of poetry
There so many poets came from
In Country and Abroad

I guessed,
I guessed
I have to recite my own
Should do at least once
Should do at least once

@Musfiq us shaleheen
and miles to go before I sleep: An inspiring words by Robert Frost
 Feb 2015 the black rose
Trā
Day by day,
night by night,
such a cliche opening;

I hate it.

Usually,
I can sit & write unbounded
but recently my brain's been
cleaved into microscopic encryptions.

It seems almost impossible to
...elucidate my mental paradigm
...or maybe to accept it?

Sometimes...
I find myself
yearning to write about nature
but then I begin to cogitate on
how aesthetic nature is.

Trees and flowers.
"You and me.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
..under the trees.
R-O-L-L-I-N-G
...in the flowers.
You and me."


****.

Don't get things misconstrued,
I just love,
writing about love.

There's a girl I've never met
but mentally it feels like,
we share telepathy.
I feel like
...within the distance between us,
there's this distinctive cryptic aura
and I yearn to decrypt it.

****.

...told you I just love writing about love.
Ironically though,
I'm far from ready for it.
                                                             ­        -d.b.d.
 Feb 2015 the black rose
Trā
The footprints of past love haunt my present

I don’t have many fears but I fear never getting over her.

Is she the one for me?

Will I ever find another?

I pester myself until my brain burns out like a speeding race car that doesn’t stop at its repair station.

And speaking of race cars..

The thought of my past love gets my heart beating faster than any out there at top speed.

The thought of her makes me crash and burn and it’s ironic because i love her ..but i don’t need her..at least that’s what my brain makes me believe.

My heart on the other hand, yanks at every single cell in my body because that’s what I promised and that’s what I loved her with…EVERY SINGLE CELL IN MY BODY.

Those fortunate strokes of serendipity from when we first met turned into unfortunate jabs of discomfort to my heart when she left.

Who’s to blame? ..is it her? NO! NO!

IT’S ME IT’S ME I KNOW IT’S ME.

I got too comfortable.

I tried to fight the inevitable and invariably i lost the battle.

The only thing worst than losing the battle was losing myself along with her.

I gave her nothing but my all, I gave her me.

I promise you if you look deep within her past all the facades and walls she’s created, you’ll find little old me ..hammered and burnt to ashes in the wasteland of her memories and graveyard of hearts.

MY SUICIDAL SCARS ON MY ARMS ARE NOTHING IN COMPARISON TO THE SUICIDAL SCARS AND BRUISES ON MY HEART.

WHY DO I READ YOUR STUPID TUMBLR MESSAGES AND EMAIL MESSAGES OVER AND OVER?

ALL IT DOES IS REMIND ME OF THE DREAMS THAT I SHORT-SIGHTEDLY FELL VICTIM TO.

"No matter how many times I say I hate you or tell myself that, it’ll never be true. I’ll never leave and that should be clear, even if I say it 100times, unless I really do know you want me gone or you’ll truly be happy..”

Well I guess you said it 101 times because I begged you to stay and it’s obvious that right now, I am far from happy.

I would think by now I’d be smarter but I’m not..

I’d still fall victim to slumber if it means I get to dwell in those saccharine dreams of yours …even if it won’t ever come true.

It’s ironic that I’m complaining about you because in reality I’m the most detrimental thing to my emotional state.

Slowly dip me in the hottest and largest *** of acid you can find.

Remove all 206 bones in  my body one by one.

Skin me and gut me like a fish.

Use me as **** to collect another fish because obviously Deontra’ fish just wasn’t enough.

Obviously i don’t contain the nutrients you needed for nourishment.

I mean ..the nutrients she needs for nourishment.

I can barely keep the correct tenses because when you left, you left me tense.

No closure ….nothing but an open wound i had to stitch up and i hate biology so i highly doubt i stitched it correctly.

Open.

- d.b.d.
Before reading, please play this while reading, "Cold by Jorge Mendez".
This was my first piece of poetry and i wrote it to get over my first love because for almost 2 years ive been in love with her even after the break-up and i could not get any closure because she hated me.
 Feb 2015 the black rose
Trā
their voices are stolen away
but even if they were to get it back,
their lips are welded
and shackled to their fears.

theistic idols
shaped predominantly
by the culture in which one is raised.

contradictory fallacies
leading society away from
self dependency.

im tired of being a minority!

apparently your god bestowed to me
this voice
this brain
this body
this mind
so...
im utilizing it.

i refuse to be oppressed any longer
i refuse to believe i was created
by some deity that claims
people have the free will to do as they please.
If god gave man free will,
how can everything be a part of god's plans?
If everything is a part of god's plans,
how can we have free will?

I refuse to be oppressed any longer.
I dug deep within my fears
and yanked my voice back.
I no longer fear being a minority,
I embrace it.

a society where minorities are scared to have a voice?
stand up,
find your voice,
and use it.
We are more than outcasts.
We are minorities
and together,
we can eradicate the title.

We're human.


- d.b.d.
 Feb 2015 the black rose
Trā
Inclusion: the action or state of including
or being included within a group or structure

Solution: a means of solving a problem or
dealing with a difficult situation

Now, is *‘inclusion’ the ‘solution’
?

Is confiding not always in yourself,
but being able to confide in people you trust:
a group,
a team,
not an impeccably simple way to solve complications?

Some people that dwell in isolation
succumb to despondency and desolation
and invariably,
wrap themselves in a costume of facades.
Inclusion eradicates these issues.

We as humans
want answers to our questions,
resolutions to our complications;
a myriad of different perspectives
can quickly enlighten and open the eyes
of those who truly seek a solution.

Solution to what?
Solutions to those “impossible questions”,
Solutions to those “exasperating situations” we can’t seem to get out,
Solutions to those “family troubles”
"relationship troubles",
"work troubles",
most importantly,
those “social problems”.

Inclusion is no secret,
it’s the biggest weapon we as people have.
Inclusion gives all of its users the power
to control.
Inclusion is power,
the real wealth beneath our skins.
With inclusion,
we have the solution.

(d.b.d.)
 Feb 2015 the black rose
Trā
50 shades of ****** up,
I've ventured deep within you.
...scrutinized every centimeter,
every corner,
of that perplexing cavernous mind of yours.

                              I
                        ­                fell
                                            ­       in
                                                                love


...but somewhere between "I" and "love"
I found myself stumbling into the spaces between them.
I knew you were too weak
to catch me but
those cogent promises,
that compelling voice,
how could I not succumb, baby?
I never doubted you and that was my downfall.
I stood in the gap for you,
defended you,
when anyone pestered me with pessimism.
There's this saying about....
...a log being in your eye
yet you're trying to take a speck out of someone else's;
Let's just subliminally throw the ***** laundry out.
Out of all the wrongs I've ever done,
I'm able to say,
"I never cheated."
"I never gave up."
"I was always there for you."
"I kept my promises."

kinda distasteful that you can't, huh?
tbc has been discontinued.
                                             **TheEnd.
tbc: to be continued.
it ended the way it did bc I began exerting too many emotions and the person this is directed to doesn't deserve an ounce of it.
"TheEnd" represents the end, no space in between because there isn't anymore space in my poetry or life for another tbc.
 Feb 2015 the black rose
Trā
Nirvana - a transcendent state in which there is neither
suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject
is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of
death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.

My Buddhist Queen,
Will you take me to Nirvana?
Will you take me to that place?
That place where we’re unshackled from suffering?
Because right now, this is intolerable.

My Buddhist Queen,
If we’re in Nirvana
why does my heart feel so aloof
and its beats, spectral?
Why does my body suffer from rigamortis?
Why am i teary-eyed
and why did you nominate my pillows to do the ALS challenge?
Why is my room a catastrophy?
Why do my walls succumb to the savagery of my fists?
Why am I suffering?
Why do I desire?
Why is karma still existant?


My Buddhist Queen,
If we’re in Nirvana,
why do you occassionally take strolls down to hell holding my hand?
- d.b.d.
 Feb 2015 the black rose
Jade S
If I tear apart my flesh, my skin to reveal what's underneath..
will that be good enough for you?
If I bleed continuously through the thin fabric of my sweater..
will that make you happier than I possibly ever could?


If I slice open my veins, my arteries and spill the contents out into you,
will that show you how much I love you..
How much I care?
If my eyes resemble tsunami tides until I die, ****...
will that make you realize you are the only one for me?


Am I not enough?
Am I not capable of making you happy?
I am insane, ******* idiotic
for fooling myself into believing that I could ever be enough for you.
- j.j.s.s
Why talk
When they don't listen?
Why be
When you don't feel?
Why yield
Unto submission?
Why earn
When you can steal?
Why fight
Against the darkness?
Why love
When love will die?
The past is dust and vanity.
The future is a lie.
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