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 Apr 2014 Mermaid
Kurt Kanawa
this bed feels so cold
with only
one body
sleeping,

this body feels so old
with only
one heart
beating,

this heart feels sick,
so ill
with emptiness
and regret

a thousand thoughts
falling like
shards of glass,

falling in a place
where time
does not pass,

how long
does it take a man
to die of loneliness?

to die of longing
to be truly loved
even just once

even if it be
just for a second
or two,

just to hold on
to something
precious
and true,

to hold on
to a heart
other than
my own,

to melt a heart
made of
winter
and stone.

how long
does it take a man
to die of loneliness?

a lifetime,
it seems.
secrets and lies
hidding and cheating
green skies
bad weather repeating
head strong
heart sick
right? or wrong
******* sticks
questions
without answers
reason?:
taking chances
lessons go unlearned
morals left behind
times have turned
nobody's purity shines
naivety crumbled along with chivalry
innocence is bliss
now, who agrees with me...
how'd it come to this ?
January 5, 2010
I sit and watch with a distance.
Everything rushes through me in an instant.
All I can do is quietly grin...and resent you.
Forgetting is easier said, than actually comming through.
Old wounds were bound and broken.
I'm left here with words untouched...unspoken.
Another scar shows, as I slowly heal.
It'll always be there: a reality shield.
There is no moving foward when your attached by a string.
It's like life on a treadmill, no matter how thin.
Like that miniscule piece of thread,
That hangs there, with a pull it may spread.
But in most cases it won't break or tear...
It's just a little piece that will always be there.
April 26, 2010
 Apr 2014 Mermaid
Sharina Saad
Does the distance
hurt your heart more?
I guess not...
Far and away
Less burden
Less headache
Free and easy...
Your way...

Does my silence
bleeds your ego more?
I doubt the pang of anger
The painful looks in your eyes
Its just your rebellious way
of saying I should stay...
while you stray...

Talk to my hand
I don't say anymore..
Mr Arrogant... have your way
No way!!! I'd stay
Waving my last Goodbye
Anyway!!!
 Apr 2014 Mermaid
Sharina Saad
Though you be many miles away
We'll never be apart
I just reach out my hand
To feel the beating of your hearts

Though the world may divide us
part by part
Our hearts will remain
Nothing... can tear us apart.
This poem is dedicated to my best friend Joe Cole and every talented poets in Hello Poetry.
I looked and saw for the first time today
My mothers hands
I'd seen them before of course
Yet, today as she passed me a cup
I saw her hands
I saw the paper thin skin
The wrinkles created by wear
The work that had made them crumpled
The love that made them soft
Her long fingers remain
Yet pain courses along with the blood
Gnarled joints reveal her time spent
Working, mothering, caring, loving and soothing
One day my hands will map my life
Just as hers do
But my hands won't match the
Pain, sorrow, hard work or
Mothering.
© JLB
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