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 Aug 2014 Maisha
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 Aug 2014 Maisha
bluple
should my soul decide to
leave this body of mine
please,
stop all hospitals.
prevent paramedics from waltzing in.
kindly tell them
i do not wish to be revived.

don't allow any visitors
just,
call on my Mother.
yes. simply,
call on Her
tell Her not to cry but
hold my father's hand

tell Her to love him again
tell my Mother,
never has Her daughter,  
seen a man so strong,
so broken.
tell Her
what she sees now,
looking at this body,  
is what i saw,
in my father,  
the day she left him.
and every second
of EVERYDAY
after that.
tell Her
she ripped his heart out
of his strong chest.
left a dead man walking,

should she weep with sadness
or tremble with heartache
call on my brothers,
[Our Soldiers and entire army]

tell them to hold Her
          whisper how
i carried Her
      in my spirit,
kissed Her
          with every heartbeat given to me.

tell Her
my tongue would pray for her,
my hands would soak up her tears,
my nails attempted to claw away her pain
tell Her
my heart sang songs of thanks giving to her,
what beautiful songs they'd sing.

should my soul flee from this body,
please,
tell my Mother not to despair,
tell Her,
my spirit became the sky
to watch over Her
in every hour.
tell Her,  
the stars are part of me now

all She has to do
is
look up.
to my beloved Mother. you raised a warrior and for that, my life is dedicated to your protection.
 Aug 2014 Maisha
Iris Rebry
We twist words,
So they look like beautiful
Cylindrical knots
Than the lines they really are.
Art is never really made out of
Straight lines,
It comes with curves, tangles,
And mystery.
Writers are liars.
We embellish, we polish,
We try to put as much spice in your
Cup of coffee just so you can hear us
Think.
We lie. Hard. Yeah there's no such place as "hobbiton"
And Sherlock Holmes was never a real person.
And there's no district 12 where Romeo met Juliet.
All lies.
But yet, we love them.
We scream feed us more.
Writers are liars, but we also ******
Mirder out characters
When we get bored with them.
You think Moriarty was bad,
See the man penning his words,
His soul is darker than death.
We are liars. And thats why we are good writers. Because we
Don't need the truth to support ourselves.
 Apr 2014 Maisha
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Mar 2014 Maisha
PrttyBrd
To love the dream
More than the man
Isn't love
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 Mar 2014 Maisha
Chris
I opened the blinds.
I took a deep breath.
I reminded myself that I exist.
I let you go.

It was a routine morning.
 Mar 2014 Maisha
Pushing Daisies
Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?
I promise I won't blame you,
I don't have the guts to leave.
 Mar 2014 Maisha
Jamie Horridge
Who are you and why do you have this effect on me?
You walked in the room and I can hardly breath
Do you make me nervous on purpose, or is it just me?
Are you doing this on purpose?
I'm falling so quickly

I don't wanna rush it and call it too soon
But if you were the sun, then I'd be the moon
Your eyes illuminate the streets with the only light I can see
I'm just a deer in your headlights when you look at me

Take me anywhere you want to go
I'd follow you into the dark in places I don't know
Wherever you are is where I want to be
You're everything I want, and all that I can see

If you have a hint of doubt about the things that I have said
Just believe me when I say, you do laps inside my head
If you leave it up to me,
I'd tell you to stick around
You be the tree,
I'll be the roots in the ground
I'll help you grow and try to give you everything you need
Darling, it'd make me happy if you grew old with me
 Mar 2014 Maisha
Chris
I should have realized
from all of the half-filled
coffee cups that
you’d leave everything
unfinished.
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