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  Oct 2015 Sanam ojha
Matt Gottlieb
She loves you? No, no no.
Not like you love her, not like she loves him,
This is a different kind of poem.

You lost your heart to her the moment you first saw her,
And for a minute there you thought she felt the same,
But you should’ve known better, happiness doesn’t last,
Now you’re done playing this game.

Still, you wonder, about those times you kissed,
All the texts and the calls,
If you can only find a reason,
Why it happened at all.

But there is no reason, to her you were just another dude,
So what if she’s the love of your life? Now you are totally *******.
She loves someone else, it will never be you,
You really thought you were handsome? You don’t have a clue!

And everyone will tell you, it’s not about the face,
Only empty people judge a book by its cover,
But they are lying to themselves,
That’s how they, too, choose their lover.

So now you wait, not for her, or a miracle,
Just for the pain to go away,
In a month, or a year, or never,
He doesn’t answer when you pray.
  Sep 2015 Sanam ojha
Mark Steigerwald
I'm lost in the light.
Spinning in the light.

I'm dancin' in the night
With you I'm dancin' in the perfect, lovely night.

Life is beautiful,
I couldn't be happier.

So here I am,
This moment couldn't be better.


I'm lost in the light
I'm dancin' and I'm smiling at you.

The drinker pays his dues
The Singer sings his blues

And in the midst

I'm lost in the night,
I'm dancin' with you.
dancing love smile night perfect lovely beautiful happier moment life you
  Sep 2015 Sanam ojha
Eric W
I don't mean to be a bother,
or an inconvenience.
To mark upon your blankness in ink,
so settle down my thoughts
with every black line and
intention.
If I should go, say so,
please.
I do not wish to stay
unwanted.
I do not wish to intrude.

I only need a friend.
Someone to hear these trappings,
these innermost workings
which play on every insecurity,
everything I've ever done.

All I do is wrong.
All I do is hurt and
hurt others.
If you stay long enough,
I will hurt you too,
I will scribble away your life
as I do mine.

I don't want anyone to
hurt,
I just wish to
love.
And be loved
in every dark corner of myself.
But how?

As I grow older,
I grow more hated by
myself.
And if hate is all I know,
how could I ever love?
How could I ever experience another's
love?
Their compassion?
Their kindness?

So it is lost.

And I must ask,
though I mark you, tear you,
hate you,
can you love me?

Could you?
I'm so tired of drowning in this self-pity and depression. I want to write something great...but the only time I want to write is when I just have to get out this...darkness. And it's always ****. I never edit. I never work on it. Whatever I write is what I post. But I suppose it's really just for me anyway. It would just be nice for this depression to mean something at the end of the day. Like, if I could produce something at least half decent because of it, it might just be worth it.

Whatever....rant over.

I'm tired of being so alone.
  Sep 2015 Sanam ojha
HelloPeople
How long can an affection last?
How long can one ride a jeep?
How many times can a person shift from a jeep to another?

Would you ride along with me?
Would you accompany me?
If you do, would you sit beside me?

I felt you beside me...a strand of hair, perhaps
I wonder if you felt my goosebumps;
I'm rubbing my arms for you not to feel it...

All of those were mere imagination,
It's a long shot
How can you be beside me if you were the one driving?
How could've I felt you, if I never rode shotgun

Lastly, how would you feel me if I'm still riding the previous jeep;
And I only saw you from afar and thought, perhaps we could be...something amazing, something beautiful, something that could last
jeep is a public transportation vehicle
  Sep 2015 Sanam ojha
Jack R Fehlmann
There is a calm
A sort of closeness
That comes after heartbreak.
With nothing else
But acceptance to cling to,
It reigns alone
Controls hope and futures.
In the lack of light
Calm resides in silence.
But one thought
brings with it the knowledge
'it will be Alright '...
Because it will.
Take this and be guided
Back to light and laughter.
To life and happiness.
  Sep 2015 Sanam ojha
Rebecca Gismondi
you

tried on my suit that night to
“see

how much space you took up” in it
your yellow dress looked like a hazard in the

moonlight.
turn head once, twice
your slight hands, like china,
foreign now.
In January, you tasted like cinnamon.
Now, in

August you taste like wheat.

You fold my sweaters like packages
and always offer to peel my oranges.

To you, attacks and bombs have rendered me incapable.

My mind is your Brillo pad,
and like my suit -
overwhelmed and ill-fitting -
I don’t see you in it.
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