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 May 2015 Mr X
Meenu Syriac
"We're all made of stars.",
He said.
Isn't that beautiful?
You and I,
Specks of dust and gas,
Floating around in space.
Before any concept of love,
Even evolved into existence,
You and I,
Were still spinning around
In a burning star,
Call it our own little dance.
And as we collided,
That essence of your particulate nature,
Embedded into my own.
And through eons of time and space,
Every bit of me wanting to reach out,
To you.
Maybe that's why it feels right,
Everything we are
Or could ever be.
You and I,
We are made of stars.
©Meenu Syriac
 May 2015 Mr X
Meenu Syriac
We wander, lost and unfound
Our lives, stories untold.
Weary souls, we walk an endless road
In the light of a burning star,
We rise and fall.

You may see the universe in our eyes,
Bright stars swirling in the deepest black.
Aren't we all waiting for the same thing?
By the side of dusty roads,
Waiting for love to cease us in this moment.
And we let our hearts lust, and be wild.
Because only then are we alive.
Love is pain and pleasure,
Sadness and joy,
And everything in between,
The darkness and the light,
The wrong and the right.

Let the storms take over
And the wind howl through the night.
Let the tides rise
And the waves rush to the shore.
We are everything we've ever wanted to be,
Everything, we can ever be.
©Meenu Syriac
***
i'm happy to be a ***
gathering passing thought
and spill them carefree

don't add an e fore t!

cook words in simple ease
smooth as butter cheese
mix rain and sunshine
stir in restless mind!

the serving unloads me
my dream and fantasy
of salt sugared wit
hoping you once taste it!

An open mouthed ***
words are all I got
need them to feel happy

don't add an e fore t!
alphabet strung into word
word woven to sentence

can't make love to be heard
speaks it loudest
in silence!
 May 2015 Mr X
Thomas EG
Inferior
 May 2015 Mr X
Thomas EG
I am inferior... Semilunar, even. It's on nights like these that I can taste the stars. They shine almost as brightly as your eyes.

Your eyes continue to amuse me, to consume me... I suffocate, deprived of key elements of freedom.

A conscience says a lot about a person. Your conscience is as pure as gold. Why don't you bite down on me? See if I am authentic. I promise you that I am worthy. We are worthy.

The sky's teasing crescent is enough to push you to let go. You are so in love with the idea of a world beyond Earth. I can see a whole solar system in your eyes' smile.

You admit that this is a new kind of journey for you. It's a journey all the way through my mind. I'm aware that things are still a bit behind.

I guess now we are looking for more than just a shallow dip. We want deep water. We want the opportunity to drown.

You know, the only way to truly satisfy me would be to reveal your methods of survival... My favourite scent rolls off the tight knot that is your tongue. Cherries.

You dismantle my heart and then build it back up, by my side. You say that you love me and begin to cry. It is beautiful. The misery even surprises you. I see no teardrops.

Amongst others, we have to stay in touch with who we are... For there is no more than one person displayed in my shadow.

Because my body belongs to me. It is mine and mine only. It is a home. I invite you to come and sit by the fireplace... My heart is a fire... Your eyes are its flames.
Another long poem!!!!
 May 2015 Mr X
Mishy Kim
She was a broken puzzle piece
Not knowing where to go or what to do.
She tried to find a place in the world
She wanted to "fit in"
But she could never interlock with other people

He was the miracle in her life
He brought the happiness in her life when no one would
He brought the joy in her life when no one would
He brought out the best in her when no one could
He was the most beautiful, loving, kind,
compassionate, humble person in the world.
He was the love of her life.

She found herself in the world,
She found where she wanted to go,
what she wanted to do,
and how she could do it.
He was her inspiration in everything.

One day, she fell.
She fell from his love, mercy and grace.
She was lost again.
But when she found herself again, he found her.

That girl is me.
I fell in love with my creator.
The creator who knew me even before
I was formed in my mother's womb
He knew my name and carved it in his hand.

Today, still, I fall from his love.
I run away and hide.
But he always seems to find me.

I have given my life to him.
I have surrendered everything to him.
My hopes, my dreams, and my future.

I love Him.
I love Him.

I
Love
Him.
 May 2015 Mr X
SøułSurvivør
---

a minute or so
to experience
birth

seventy years
(give or take ten)
to experience
life

and a
millisecond
to be

ushered into eternity


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/29/2015
Thanks to Gary L for the inspiration

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 May 2015 Mr X
Chris
~

The sunrise blushes
in sunflower
chardonnay braids
on soft merlot clouds
as if it has heard
my whispers of love
sent to you upon
sweet pea breezes
this perfect
*vintage morning
Good morning Beautiful
 May 2015 Mr X
Devin Ortiz
The sea, peaceful. Quiet.
Beneath, thrashing
an undertow unseen.
Dragging victims to
the depths.

There is me, silent.
Just a man. Humanity
is my shell
I am a wolf in
sheep's clothing.
A caged bird, with
a violent tune.

None are safe in
this world from,
true nature. Be it
the storms that crash
against us. Or the
Tempest raging within.
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