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 May 2017 Raghad
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
 May 2017 Raghad
bluevelvet
Tell me all of your
favorite games
And I'll spend my
days and nights finding
all the cheat codes
but only in exchange
of you touhing me
in places that curl my toes.
This forbidden fruit
could rule kingdom's that
no man with another man
ever could dream of.
My face isn't perfect,
my body is no mold
for billboards or magazines.
My heart is scarred,
my mind is a war field.
But these hands
could bring life while
touching your treasured places.
And this soul
is filled with tulips and dandelions that would take a lifetime to memorize.
 May 2017 Raghad
Atma
Speaking to I
 May 2017 Raghad
Atma
Sometimes I sit and write,
Poems about you and I,
About me and love, and love and sorrow
But in the mirror of my heart,
I realized they are all about me and I.
 May 2017 Raghad
Javaria Waseem
The hate is smoking my soul tonight.
I am trapped in illusions and reality.
I cringe as the thoughts invade my mind.


*I never wanted you to leave me.
 May 2017 Raghad
George Krokos
If you go or if you'll stay
tomorrow is another day.
The sun will shine up in the sky
as all the clouds go rolling by.
___
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
 May 2017 Raghad
Breeze-Mist
Do you ever drive
By a city or town in the dead of night
And wonder
About the people within?

How many are in debt from school?
How many have gone to bed with the love of their life?
How many are trying to hide family troubles behind locked doors?
Is the world's next Einstein in there?
Hollywood's next rising star?
How many go to bed afraid of coming out to their friends?
How many have some buds they'd die for in that town?
How many struggle day in and out, fleeing from a substance?
How many go through a routine each day, afraid to do more but afraid of leaving their path?
How many jot down ideas for that play they want to write on a napkin?
Is there a future president in there?
A poet of unparalleled verse?

How many people
Go from day to day in that city
Thinking they're alone in their problems
While surrounded by people who also think that?

What's going on
In those unlit houses of the city
Where the human mind resides?

Who's there?
Thoughts from a 4am bus ride in Georgia.
 May 2017 Raghad
Charles Bukowski
waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

"Hank!"

Hank won't
answer.

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.
 May 2017 Raghad
Charles Bukowski
you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.
you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.
but I am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one
of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them
but they are
there
and I am
here.
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