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 Jan 2015 Meghana
Liz And Lilacs
He fell in love,
With the idea of her.
But he realized too late
that ideas aren't people
and they never do
what you expect.
People aren't things to dream about.
People are imperfect beings
And they don't fit into
Your misunderstood notions.
Foolish ideas, foolish emotions,
Now he's her fool,
Juggling his own life
For her entertainment.
 Jan 2015 Meghana
Pdub
Our Tomb
 Jan 2015 Meghana
Pdub
My affinity for sleeping
Is not to rest–
But rather,
To wander
Relive
Revisit
Myself; my missteps.
I seal myself away
In a timeless tomb
Where I can hope
And dance
And love
Whomever I choose.
I do not find my time wasted
When I drift away in the night
I find myself again living
In leau of reality's knock.
 Jan 2015 Meghana
Mile Conde
Sunrise.
Sunset.
Night and day.

Birth.
Death.
Beginning and end.

Why can't you see
That the ending
Holds just as much beauty

As the opening
Of the enormous play on stage
That is life.
Both beginning and ending are necessary.
The circle of life.
 Jan 2015 Meghana
Adam Childs
My soul rests within the
tranquility of the empty valley

I nestle in a beautiful space
a carved out place,
As I lie between
two proud mountains  

Open to the sky
I make a restful sigh
As I enjoy this giant
emptiness

Blustering winds pass through
as the valleys edges are
brushed by busy grasses  
And tickled by the
Sweeping clouds

While many cattle graze
a silent centre has a
grateful gaze

As eons pass the empty
center sits to watch seasons
spiral past.

With her rolling mountains
and rotating valley
she see her endless time

And drinks it slowly
Like a delicious wine

How I enjoy the sweet open valley
 Jan 2015 Meghana
Robert Herrick
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Which starlike sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud that you can see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free;
Be you not proud of that rich hair
Which wantons with the love-sick air;
Whenas that ruby which you wear,
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone
When all your world of beauty’s gone.

— The End —