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 Jan 2015 Nahid
Joseph Paris
It breaks my heart when you drive away
 Jan 2015 Nahid
ryn
"You love them
With all your heart and soul
Yet, you can't be with them
But you'll never let them go...
And it hurts..."*
- The Girl Who Loved You


Submerged and gasping
Swept away by the immense wave
Thoughts of you I'm painfully drinking
To my heart I'm but a slave

Caught in the undertow
Find myself submitting carelessly
Brushed aside all that I used to know
Drowning in emotional debris

There's strength in me yet
I need not be killed today
I could break free, I could forget
But fight I do not, instead still I lay

Because you see... You are the ocean
And I am but an invisible speck
I, too, want a place in heaven
Not wallow an inconsolable wreck

I'd get washed over but I'd swim deeper
So we could exist only in memory
My heart betrays but never will I sever
Even if you're the love that was never meant to be
Line taken off TGWLY's "To All The People Who Can't Have The One They Love:", for Frank Ruland's "Let's Do A Line!" challenge.

TGWLY is one of the first friends I made here and she's such an incredible writer!

This line of hers bears so much that I'd shed a tear everytime I read it. It rings so true for most of us. It made me relate...it made me feel human.

Thank you TGWLY for the inspiration and Frank for setting up the opportunity for me/us to acknowledge and give credit to those who've penned down solid lines embedded within amazing writes.
 Jan 2015 Nahid
gunika bhayana
don't know where m i going
don't know what i have been searching for
the path m following
is it made for me
regardless of what my heart says
m jsst walking
i jsst want to arrive on my destination
i want to be on a path where i want to be
people say u can't
bt no1 answers why
i have lost all i have
the hurdles in the way might end
the people who broke me up might come back apologizing
the destination is vry near
wao i achieved it..
bt m i happy?
have i struggled for wht i wanted?
most importantly where m i in this whole story
what i have been searching for still remains a question
i faced it . yes i did
i answered it..
yes it's me that i have been searching for..
i lost myself in the darkness..
yes i did
 Jan 2015 Nahid
Shannon Jeffery
Everyone on HP

Because we all have our stories
For the world to be told
Even when times are tough
We do not fold

We have our own kinks and quirks
Which make us our own
For we are all different
All unique, and all bands together this is home

This is why we are all awesome
Some stand out as figure heads
But don't let that put you down
For all your works are awesome and need to be read
 Jan 2015 Nahid
Joey Reams
I'm a raindrop on glass
Just one in a million
I rush to the flood,
passing the other raindrops,
stopping for nothing
Once I hit the ground,
I am no longer a raindrop

I become a puddle
Waiting with the others
We watch mother nature,
joining other puddles,
growing stronger
Once we're big enough,
We are no longer a puddle

We become a stream
Going with the flow
We slide down the street,
rushing next to each other,
searching for the end
Then we find it.

We fall down the drain
and separate from each other
I'm lost and alone
in a dark place
I don't know where I am
or where I'm going
but *I'm still moving
 Jan 2015 Nahid
chimaera
Pietà
 Jan 2015 Nahid
chimaera
Mother,
you carried me
into life

and now

you carry me

dead

for all your eternity.

Mother,
I love life
and I bless your heart
for I knew the bliss
of your unconditional love.

Mother,
you cry
and you bleed

and I

can not help you.

Mother,
I know
the day I died
you tried

oh so desperately

to breathe life
into my lungs

and that moment
you attached yourself
to the anchor of my death.

Mother.

I know you miss me.
I know it is not fair.
I know you love me.

Please,
mother,
live,
carry me forever
out
into the sun
of your loving
my brothers

as you love me.

And, mother,
do know
that your love
would have grown me
into the man
you dreamed of.

I love you.
4.1.2015
The title is a reference to Michelangelo's statue.
The poem is a humble tribute to a most dear friend whose son died suddenly; he had just turned fourteen and died on the third day of last february. Her grief is beyond imagination.
 Jan 2015 Nahid
thommya
her, him, anyone who believes they're not, yet hasn't any idea!
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