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 Nov 2014 prasad bolimeru
lulu
the sun is up
and it's 7am
i lay here awake,
dreaming of you again.

i dream of
the endless possibilities of the love
we once shared
and the places it could have taken us.

i dream of
the times our hands were clapsed so tight because we never want to let go,
the times we spent together,
and the times when we still loved each other.

i dream of you
for i know that what we had was something beautiful
and we were destined for something wonderful.

i guess it was the distance
that caused our love to reach its end
or maybe we're just lost pieces
that don't fit.

the moon is up
and it's 7am
i'm still laying here
dreaming of you again
a poem written in the four corners of a coffee shop.
///
After born, a child subconsciously
engaged with the nature
she (nature)doesn't play well as usual,
all the time of his life
because someone somehow
plays the negative role with her

He who does not know the life,  
and doesn't know how and why
she originated the waterfall,
And generated a vigorous stream
but when someone cuts in the face of a river,
and moving water whatever he liked
otherwise, his own purpose ( in a negative sense)

Day by day the river moved slowly
slowly and slowly,
water didn't carry,
the overdue sediments toward the sea
day by day,
the river grew inflated
and becoming a silted bed

One day the rain came as cats and dogs
slowly and slowly,
it has made the flood over the flood plain
and swift away lands and roads
then the water has seemed useless

The child grew older
now he feels consciously
about the worst work
that someone did with her

And he (older child) thinks,
what does he feel?
when someone cuts in the face of a river
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen
never cut the nature, it cut your possibility and life grew as lifeless...
i am alone
rusted and cold
without a home
or someone to hold

someone just love me
someone just care
please i need thee
i'll try to be fair

nightmares and terrors
are all i can conceive
you without my errors
won't you dream for me
Bad rhyming. Cheesy-stupid poem.
- - -
I need someone to dream for me, babe.
Please.
I'm so cold.
I've seen it in your eyes
Unable move thru recent years
the way you imagined
Afraid to take a leap into
the unknown
I've seen it in your eyes
Blurry crystal orbs
filled with dreams
Always somewhere else
Unable to let go
I've seen it in your eyes
Defeated, haze-dwelling
perma-goner
Sleep alone and wake removed
Feeling lost but remember how far
you've come to be here in this impossible moment
There is something to be said
for those of us that keep going
So continue riding toward
your shining sea
Beyond
Sweet release in rumbling splendor
At strange hours her tension reaches
its zenith
Lungs at capacity
she exhales deeply
Unleashing energy with reverential force
The region wakes with panicked adrenaline
I'm ****** between rattling walls
screaming with her
There are some things we cannot control, she reminds us
And I'm grateful for this
We had a nice earthquake a couple months ago
He approached me on Santa Rosa Ave.
and pulled out a cigarette
I was waiting for a ride
"I'm looking for some ****, man-
the good ****"
I didn't have any
He told me about his life on the streets
"I'm out here because I started smoking crystal. I smoked crack for twenty years and held down a job. I had a home"
He was forced out of a half-way house
on the east side of town
It was burned to the ground two weeks after he was removed
He smiled and asked
"You want to know who did it?"
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