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 Oct 2015 Sarah Emad
Lottie
Everything is cracking,
Splintering and crumbling.
Underneath me.
My eggshell of an existence,
lost its life,
when the child within,
grew up.
 Oct 2015 Sarah Emad
Haydn Swan
Love is like a raindrop,
delicately formed by the vapors of time,
inherently achieving its perfect shape,
before gently falling through the atmosphere of life,
dispersing into oblivion as it hits the ground,
lost forever as though it was never there.
 Oct 2015 Sarah Emad
g clair
he takes the wheel
and she's left standing there weeping
he won't turn back
that's just the way that he feels
it doesn't matter much, 'cause soon she'll be sleeping
time and again her heart heals.

waiting around
well she'll wait for a season
seasons will pass
thinks it's all in her head
she buys a calendar and ponders the reason
some things are best left unsaid.

This is her song
though the music is fleeting
and these are the words that are harder to sing
she'll write about it since there's nobody reading
nobody's needing a thing.

another mistake with a miserable ending
questioning why she's left standing alone
she pours out her heart to the woman who's tending
love has a mind of it's own.

Here are some words, honey
free for the taking
leave him alone don't be there when he phones
change your number and be done with the aching
you've got a life of your own...
you'll have a love of your own.

This is my song
though the melody's fleeting
and these are the words
that are harder to sing
I'll write about it since there's nobody reading
nobody's needing a thing.

another mistake with a miserable ending
questioning why I'm left standing alone
he tore my heart out, now I'm left with the mending
love has a mind of it's own
Love yourself
To understand its meaning
A beginning
Of an eternal bond with the soul
Reveal
The true identity of thyself
Decipher*
The true meaning of love
Extend
Your hand toward love
Love
Shall willingly embrace you
Share
This wealth of love with one and all
A path
Shall lead to the one who is special
Two hearts
Where love dwells is haven
Love
Is eternal and accepts you
Cosmic truth
You become a part of it
 Mar 2015 Sarah Emad
Priya Patel
Like a butterfly,
my heart flies away
to a place afar
where only emotions exist;
a place where love has kissed
The fragrance of its feelings
is sweet like the nectar of dew
on blades of grass new
just after Springs' first rain;
a taste that lingers
time and again
You sing me a love song
with the poetry you write
and your eyes pearce my heart
with the words you say
Even the birds can't help but sway
Like a butterfly,
my heart does fly away
to a place afar
with the words of our love song

~ Priya 3/20/15
Wake me up before you go
My dreams they speak to much
I kissed you on the lips last night
The wind was in my clutch
Like catching air
Or sleeping fine
My mind begins to melts
All I felt inside my chest
Was love, and nothing else.

- N. Morin
 Mar 2015 Sarah Emad
Nat Lipstadt
I Am Not Yours
Sara Teasdale, 1884 - 1933


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
And see this poem set to music...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cUbI8ibYZo


I was fortunate enough to see the New World School of Arts High School Choir perform  it last night...the music led me to the poetry and Ms. Teasdale will make an appearance in my next poem...

On August 8, 1884, Sara Trevor Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri, into an old, established, and devout family. She was home-schooled until she was nine and traveled frequently to Chicago, where she became part of the circle surrounding Poetry magazine and Harriet Monroe. Teasdale published Sonnets to Duse, and Other Poems, her first volume of verse, in 1907. Her second collection, Helen of Troy, and Other Poems, followed in 1911, and her third, Rivers to the Sea, in 1915.

In 1914 Teasdale married Ernst Filsinger; she had previously rejected a number of other suitors, including Vachel Lindsay. She moved with her new husband to New York City in 1916. In 1918, she won the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (which became the Pulitzer Prize for poetry) and the Poetry Society of America Prize for Love Songs, which had appeared in 1917. She published three more volumes of poetry during her lifetime: Flame and Shadow (1920), Dark of the Moon (1926), and Stars To-night (1930). Teasdale’s work had always been characterized by its simplicity and clarity, her use of classical forms, and her passionate and romantic subject matter. These later books trace her growing finesse and poetic subtlety. She divorced in 1929 and lived the rest of her life as a semi-invalid. Weakened after a difficult bout with pneumonia, Teasdale committed suicide on January 29, 1933, with an overdose of barbiturates. Her final collection, Strange Victory appeared posthumously that same year.
 Mar 2015 Sarah Emad
ㅡjatm
the stars were trying
to impersonate
your eyes tonight,
and art is trying
to make someone
love you,
the stars and art
were so convincing
that it made me vow
to cherish you
like you are
the most expensive
piece of art
and the most
unreachable star
that ever existed.
(j.a.t.m)
 Mar 2015 Sarah Emad
Milad DeMilo
Don’t say
that I never noticed your beauty

I'd say
that it made me nervous your beauty
was so incredibly close

Is your heart waiting for the taking
and the weight of it all?

Is time still ticking
am I still missing possibilities lost
with the clock on the wall?

You'd say
that you barely knew me
my beauty
was something I rarely showed

I'd say
I tried to see through you,
Your beauty was something I never owed

Is your heart aching
For the taking?

And now I’m singing
That I know to be there
When and where
I know what’s to be said
I said out loud, I never said

My premonition of the world comes to me
That you said you don’t have to speak
I can hear you
But I can’t feel all the things you’ve ever felt before

You said it’s been a long time
Since someone looked at me that way
It’s like you knew me
And all the things I couldn’t say

Together, to be
Together and be
Together, to be
Together and be
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