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Your skin
On
My skin.
The luminosity of curiosity twinkling within.
When you touch me,
Do you feel me?
You could heal me
Of
My sins.
An
Angel
-from every angle-
Are you able
To shed skin?
I will shed you
Of the evils
You harbor within.
I will harbor
Your
Sins
I will harbor the DNA you shed on my skin,
I will anchor on the harbors of your depths deep within
-you could heal me.
Tell me again;
When you touch me,
Do you feel me?
#freestyle
 Mar 2013 Nithin purple
Anon C
dawn had broken
'twas still dark
to me the night hath spoken
"toward the light doth not embark"
'twill consume thee
lest ye run back to mine arms
ne'er again to flee
ne'er again to feel harm

stay with me
do not leave

whispered the night
 Mar 2013 Nithin purple
Anon C
Shielding the devil
whilst angels fall in decay
herding sheep to certain peril
with haste, to no delay

how many voices would it take then o' vile serpent
leading the world to Hell
one giant machine full of robots?
nay human life you so oppress
viewed as migrant pigeons scouring the wasteland for bread crumbs
well murderous fiend, you sir
starved wolves do turn
the ones with knowledge of your sacrilege
they do devour
I pray to be the pack leader one day
I pray
the "protect HA PROTECT sorry "protect Monsanto Act" was signed. Protecting them from law suit or harm from their vile actions and blatant experimentation upon the human race without their knowledge.    How can we protect ourselves when such laws are passed silently unaware and we cannot defend! IT is illegal not to label GMO garbage in Europe but here in the U.S the number one producer of GMO food it is not and they have put forth millions them and other companies to see that it does not happen.  So no right to know if our food is tainted and no right to defend ourselves once poisoned...This is one of many issues this poem is directed at and I am just sick at the way life is treated by those in power. Everything about the system has got to stop and it has to now or we are headed for a ***** that will see us all fall with the evil corrupt *******.

http://www.opednews.com/Quicklink/Monsanto-Protection-Act--in-General_News-130327-27.html

http://www.salon.com/2013/03/27/how_the_monsanto_protection_act_snuck_into_law/
 Mar 2013 Nithin purple
Anon C
Do you bleed
from the paper cut
the cut from the tree you defile
to so worship your paper
do you choke
on the fumes
the fumes you expel
when you speak your vile intentions
do you drown
in the water
the water you taint
to promote your heinous acts
do you die
live to die
is it worth it
is it worth the graves trodden upon
if you so believe in the afterlife
will I see you there
or will it be in Hell
where the whip I will at last hold
and then you will realize what it is to plead to no avail
your love had limits.

your love,
wrapped in warmth,
soft socks,
long sweaters,
tea,
long chapters,
your love,
in degrees.

I fall deep in your love
in time with the seasons.

SPRING
brings
green tea and growth
between
the YOU
and the ME,
SUMMER
shines
and we heat up the sheets,
once used for mere sleep,
my fingers dance up your spin,
you give love to me every time,
but you don't know what you want
I know what I want.
I want you. I want you to be Mine.

and this is the FALL,
burnt orange,
crimson red,
life dying,
leaves falling,
Im constantly calling,
your name in the  littered streets cloaked in decay,
and the leaves their dying,
I am falling ,
over the edge,
over your edge,
down your walls,
I reach for your heart,
hearts beat,
beat.beat.
I listen to your feet pound the earth escaping sunsets, to sunrise,

And I am surprised after every time,
you pass on the Raggedy Ann,
and I boycott the bands you introduced me too,
though the melody already bleeds in me,
I feel the cold of winters fingers,
causing my hold on you to break,
my hold on truth to shatter,
it doesnt seem to matter
you ripped out my organs
and you are gone gone gone.
the morning mist in my eyes
translates onto paper
rainbows born of my tears.
ink turns to fluid gold
and dances across the pages,
every verse earns its space.
Oh! Seller of Colours!
You've painted my day!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   21.03.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Happy World Poetry Day everyone! :)
 Mar 2013 Nithin purple
Marian
I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest my tears wake the world from sleep
Under the peaceful starry sky
With the Moon smiling on high

I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest tears should fall in a heap
And turn my room to water
If that were to happen other people would be smarter

I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest I should wake this world from sleep
And they would ask me "why?"
I so loudly cry

I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest my tears should fall in a heap
But if I would they would turn to a lovely Jade
That my salty tears would have made.

**~Marian~
I am not sad or depressed I was just inspired by Neva Flores poem: "Tears Cry Tears Of Their Own" to write this! So, thank you for your inspiration, Neva, my dear friend!! <3<3
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