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The pieces inside me all try to reconnect.
And try to face my fear of you leaving without me.
I am such a wreck.
I've seen too little or too much
To be close to you like I've wished for months.
 Oct 2015 Leila
Lunar
lunar love
 Oct 2015 Leila
Lunar
don't look for me when it's bright,
when i'm hiding in the night

not sitting under the sun
but lying on the moon

with my right clutching the stars
as my left hand holding my heart

wishing in the dark for light,
wishing just for you.
a self-titled poem! hope you guys enjoy this one.
 Oct 2015 Leila
Dr Peter Lim
Oh no, far remote-
I am not a poet though
poetry I write
as I know
I am but a tiny bit of sand
somewhere on the poetic shore
not worthy to be noticed
to be washed away by the tide-  no more
than a fallen leaf
from the giant poetic oak
that has stood so majestically and serenely
with the loftiest and most sublime voice it spoke
NIL
 Oct 2015 Leila
Arcassin B
by Arcassin Burnham


I don't know who you take me for,
but I'm not a saint,
And as the chills run down my spine,
sincerely over think,
there are no happy endings to thoughts
I thought about,
the holy ghost demands to know,
what I can show,
lays its hand upon my head and reads my
brain like laid out notes,
of broken tables and wine glasses,
shattered fragments of what's to come,
set a cup of punishment with battery acid,
not knowing what he has done,
old pictures that I should burn,
planting mines in my head
but its already confirmed empty,
being as sly as a fox,
and as strong as a bull,
And While ******* comes lurking,
Theres no other ways to be cruel
instead of being a fool,
I'm not worth it, but kisses for another will
make it better.
Heals
 Oct 2015 Leila
Joshua Haines
The sky, black as the eyes that stare at it.
Star-studded and as seamless as new programming.
I look down, the streets molested by fluorescent splotches --
red ribbons of memory evaporate from the lights of motorcycles,
gurgling by.

A homeless, pregnant woman, in a bar, once told me,
"Forgiveness is letting a prisoner free, then finding out that you were the prisoner."

The sunset looks like an explosion of emotions
no one understands, yet.

The smudges on her lips
look like the bruises of an orphan apple.
Ashland, Wisconsin
 Oct 2015 Leila
R
5w
 Oct 2015 Leila
R
5w
why couldn't it have worked?
sigh
I've seen better days in the fountain of my youth,
glimpses of the future impels me to see the truth.
Contemplating which path is best or worst,
through blood I've been ****** and cursed.
For once I take that first step to start,
I have no choice but to depart.
Standing at the edge about to implode,
the challenge of a crossroad.
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