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Time is very familiar
Like my old friend
He lives in the world is in trouble
Goes on to say whenever He comes to

He just can't catch up
Talking with him
From afar
But it is being hung out together

Now Spring going back
He doesn't come at all
Suddenly I saw him that day,
Like the art of Rain

Last year I couldn't
Almost guess the Autumn
Unless I had seen white clouds floating
In the evening sky

What happens if you don't get caught
You have to go right,
To the Winter
Come back again in the Spring

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
I feel time as I feel my old friend but can't catch up him......
 Dec 2014 Susana
curlygirl
Deep Love
 Dec 2014 Susana
curlygirl
They loved each other so deeply,
They never resurfaced
 Dec 2014 Susana
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Oct 2014 Susana
Sal Gelles
MOMMY DEAREST*
sadly,
you killed everyone in your head
including the loving person i knew,
growing up with a best friend
that ended up being my mother,
and the past twelve years i watched
as you died and the heartbreak
you caused all who loved you
and by denying the help they gave you
by denying the help you needed
to accept reality the way *we
have to,
and so as you've killed us all
and isolated yourself to the point
that i'd had to write your eulogy,
for you couldn't accept your life's detachment
from everyone, ties you severed yourself,
and that me being the only one left
left me with no choice
but to bury you six feet deeper
than the demons i created on my own
because I can't take care of yours too
in the fifth circle of hell
after I've escaped purgatory senses
and discovered my freedom's as a man.
I hope they can forgive you and you can get your wings.
I'll cry harder this year watching It's A Wonderful Life alone when that bell rings.
 Sep 2014 Susana
Kenshō
Saudade
 Sep 2014 Susana
Kenshō
Saudade* fills the emptiness in the air.
A faint calling, almost hardly there.
Longing for something before.
Perhaps before time and corruption..

**Possibilities..
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