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 Apr 2015 Similoluwa
Mike Hauser
I decided today
To become a model outright
Not one that walks the runway
But one that walks through life

Someone that others can follow
Not a leader per sa
But one that sets higher standards
Of morals along the way

One who is a prime example
In the way that things are done
Who's opinion isn't like the wind
So he can receive the praise of man

I'll be a model that gets my wisdom
From the greatest book that's ever been written
Sharing the reason that it was given
Bringing to Earth that peace of Heaven

When asked the burning question
Of what would Jesus do
The example in me they will see
Time and again through and through

For I feel the time has come
Yes I feel the time is now
To open up to what needs to be done
To let this model out

That is why today I decided
To become this model outright
Not another one that walks the runway
But one that stands up and walks through life
 Apr 2015 Similoluwa
Court
REPOST
 Apr 2015 Similoluwa
Court
I CHALLENGE ALL OF HELLO POETRY!
Choose a song, you can choose it randomly or it can be your favorite song, or just a song that you like. Write a poem while listening to that song. You don't have to write about the song but just write what comes to mind while you listen to it. I do this all the time and its amazing how it changes my mood and my writing. Title the poem the name of the song and use the hashtag #CourtsMusicChallenge and I will take the time to read all of them and repost them and leave some love in a comment.
Do the challenge then repost this so I know you did it.:)
And here we have
humanity
undoubtedly losing their
individuality
 Apr 2015 Similoluwa
Chitra Nair
Scars scattered on my skin,
Pain storming deep within,
Yet, I am proud to say,
I'm a survivor;

Catcalls are a norm,
Yet I don't wish to conform,
To the societal rules,
Because I'm a survivor;

I've seen life at its worst,
I've been through so much that I could burst,
But I won't let them be satisfied,
Because I'm a survivor;

They say I'm alone,
They think I am prone,
To fall into the shadows called depression;
Oh I'm a survivor;

They say I'm a poor child,
They say I'll run away wild;
But I won't do anything as such,
Because I'm a survivor;

They say I'm sugary sweet,
They say I'm a sheep that'll bleat;
Oh they are sadly mistaken,
Because I'm a survivor;

To you, I may look like harmless,
To you, I may look characterless,
But I'm a fighter through and through;
Life'***** me with a lot of punches,
But you must remember, my darling,
I'm a survivor;

I don't know,
Whether I'm high or am I low,
What matters the most is,
I'm a survivor;
 Mar 2015 Similoluwa
Erin
Breathe
 Mar 2015 Similoluwa
Erin
Inhale. Exhale.

Whether you're at your high
Or low
Just promise me to please,
Inhale. Exhale

When life is too much to bare,
And you want to end it all
Just please
Inhale. Exhale*

When you're lost and alone,
With no where to go,
*Inhale. Exhale.
 Mar 2015 Similoluwa
Alessander
Something about her
the way she sips her beer
as if it’s tea, and she’s in a kimono
peering out into a storm
as the wind rattles the ***
and snakes through the silk
she undulates, sliding her finger
over the rim, then sips

I know the real storm
broods inside her frail frame
but she says little. mostly listens
and it drives me utterly insane
she should scream or bang on walls
she should throw ashtrays into tvs
but instead, she simply nods
her glazed eyes as still as pearls

She’s like a cherry blossom descending
towards the  muddy trail below
she will be trampled by hooves
of  merchants and thieves
and I am the charcoal cloud, aching
as I feel her falling farther from me…
 Mar 2015 Similoluwa
ryn
Serenade
 Mar 2015 Similoluwa
ryn
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
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to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.
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