Michelle

Nov 2015

Linz

The lonely girl
Wakes up to sunshine
But doesn't see a face
Laying beside her

She longs for love again
When will she find it again
Trying and trying
The race has no end

The lonely girl
Sees a beautiful peony along her walk
She picks it and smells it
Hoping she doesn't have to pick her own flowers
The rest of her life

The lonely girl comes home
A day that was rough
All she want is a love
To be waiting for her touch

The lonely girl opens
Her door that gets stuck
And walks into darkness
Reaching for the lamp, she stumbles about

The lonely girl climbs into bed late at night
A love to lay next to seems completely out of sight
"I hope that he's out there," she says to the stars
And falls asleep lonely, maybe tomorrow she'll feel right.

Nov 2015

Alvira Perdita

i'm always alone though

i've never felt
more alone
than when
you leave
without
warning

Short.

Nov 2015

Kj

dating a writer

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

Nov 2015

Asim Javid

The Identity Theft

I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............

We Muslims condemn the Paris attack.

#muslims #prayforparis

Nov 2015

Mark Lecuona

Paris

I grieve for humanity
Because my own may harden
I grieve for justice
Because war knows no pardon
I grieve for courage
Because with fear we may govern
I grieve for children
Because a fire burns in their garden

#war #civilization #terrorism

Nov 2015

Jude kyrie

There Will Always Be Paris

There will always be Paris

Written For The City I love
Jude Kyrie

*There is smoke in the air tonight.
In the old city that has seen many
wars and tribulations.
But smoke clears
those left will move on.

I do not want to
remember Paris like this.
It is so easy to do.
In the cold sadness.
I want to see the sprinbgtime
on the banks of the Seine
with lovers kissing
as the blossoms appear.

I want to see the artist
creating the beauty of the old city
and its lovely ladies.
I want to hear
Edith Piaf singing
La Vie En Rose
as only she can sing it.
With her heart full of passion
and love for the people of the city
pinned to her sleeve.

I want to be young again
and fall in love
with a beautiful french girl
her kisses sweet and tender
her heart carefree.

Tonight my tears flow like rainfall.
But it cannot last
not with Paris.
Not with its life blood
spilled on the streets.

I love her too much
and I will return
For tears are not the way
for us to say goodbye.

My tears flow for for you Paris
I love You
Jude

Nov 2015

Mel Little

Your Fault

You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

#love #depression #alone #thoughts #you #me