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 May 2014 ray
cameran
contradictions
 May 2014 ray
cameran
yes i said i was done loving you,
but i would be lying if i said
that my heart doesn't jump
at the thought of you.
ughhh
 May 2014 ray
acatalepsy
Daydreams
 May 2014 ray
acatalepsy
All day I think.
I think about the "what-if's"
And the "could-be's."
I daydream about you,
About us,
Without having to tiptoe around,
Or having to keep it all hush-hush.
Sipping coffee for hours
And laughing about nothing.

I daydream about the next time
It could be just us.
Looking through old records,
Driving no where for the hell of it,
Still laughing about nothing.

But it's all useless
Cause you do that with someone else
That I could never be.
But we bank on all this lost hope
And for some reason I still daydream about it all.

I still daydream about sipping coffee for hours,
About driving no where for the hell of it,
About looking through old records.
And I've finally learned what I'd been laughing at this whole time.

Me.
 May 2014 ray
Mason
The key to the lock
to the door to the room
with the chest that encases
your heart

is buried just off
the Nā Pali Coast
in the sands of the
Pacific.
 May 2014 ray
moriarty
29/12/2013
 May 2014 ray
moriarty
tell me about the moon there
I want to know if we see the same
is it well-rounded?
do you see her face?

the moon smiles at me
in complicated ways
tells me peace does exist
but, what as she seen?
so far away

so I want you to tell me
about your moon,
the one you might looik up at
and see something different
through your clear eyes

do you find peace?
do you see the woman
looking down at you?

I've heard and read
many legends about her,
but I only want to know yours;
so, please, show me your moon.
this is older, because we were over at this date already. i just passed it to computer that date.
 May 2014 ray
Àŧùl
Angel?
 May 2014 ray
Àŧùl
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
November 28, 2012 poem.

7 Stanzas Of A Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream Written In A Lonely Evening Reflecting Upon What I Lost Due To The May 7, 2010 Accident.

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

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 May 2014 ray
Jo de Guzman
this story isn’t over yet.
it’s either we’ll continue it together.
or separate have a story on our own,
or just settle being alone,
regretting why we let it end.
perhaps our story might just having a little break
to prepare each one us
for that “right time” for our “right love”.

I don’t know.
I want it to end,
thinking the pain would end too.
hoping it would make me stop hurting you.
but not having you at all,
even if I’ll have all good days in exchange,
it would hurt.
twice as the pain that I’m feeling now.
I don’t want to let you go,
but I don’t know,
 May 2014 ray
SG Holter
Neil Gaiman
 May 2014 ray
SG Holter
I am writing this as
I stand -beer in hand- watching
Neil Gaiman being

Interviewed on stage in
Oslo. He has more to say
Than many, to poets

And those living lives; others.
"Writing is like composting.  
You have an idea. You

Leave it to rot... and
Things will grow
From it."
Oslo. May 26th, 19.27ish, 2014.
 May 2014 ray
Monika
I miss you. I'm not really sure how to breathe anymore without you here to remind me. lately my hands have been too numb to do anything other than write about you. I feel pathetic, really, because I'm sure you're off with her now and you're not even thinking of me. I feel ridiculous because I can't get you out of my head. you're making memories with someone new and soon enough I'll just be another face blurred in your mind but I don't want you to go. the thought of losing you makes me want to throw up; maybe I'm in denial because everyone knows I have already lost you.
 May 2014 ray
Sally A Bayan
Feeling numb, even blind, i am deaf,
i don't want to move or react anymore...
i feel my soul depart from me,
it moves, light as a feather
skimming above deep waters...

my eyes have this fixed gaze
as i drown in a river of tears...
I have wept unceasingly,
day and night....

my feet....

they struggle, wading on sad waters,
the current is harder to deal with, this time...
The sand underneath, softer,
I am
almost sinking....

angels, good souls surround me
easing pain, watching,
pulling me up, so i may not go deeper...

i know,
i feel their love...
but the hurt,
it is all over me...

i am torn between
pain and duties...

i feel the
space
of being alone,

because...

i want to be alone,

to sink
lower

deeper.

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b u t,

this sense of selflessness,
it prevails...
for their very sake....
i must be with them...hold their hands...
lead them through...

they, that surround me...
they are, what's left of me,
they are...the rest of me...


it is most transparent...
i could feel it... now...

there is joy...found in pain...



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Thinking of Maria...
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