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 Aug 2015 dan
MrKilly
Have you ever felt it?
That heat around your chest
That tension surrounding your heart
That feeling of Rage? Passion? Will?
Burning through every inch of your body
It could be either really

The Rage of life itself
That shines false light which fades to darkness
The Passion of the body
That hungers for the euphoric beauty of life
The Will of the mind
That builds its own path to reward

I see it as something collective
More than a state of mind or emotion
Something larger...

It’s the entirety of our being
Screaming, flaming, singing
For its place, in everything
 Aug 2015 dan
dusk
i hope one day
someone stitches you back together
i hope one day
you see the beauty of life
i hope one day
you understand how precious you are

you're my best friend
and i know you will see this
and i want you to promise me
that no matter what happens you will keep hanging on
because i love you
for all that you are
and i don't mean the love of a lover
but rather
phileo love
one that is warm and tender and platonic
one that makes me cry when i see you hurt
one that makes me willing to stay up
till 4am to persuade you not to **** yourself

because you mean a lot to me
and i hope one day
you learn to mean a lot to yourself too.
i know what you feel.
believe me, i, more than anyone else, would know.
how often have i felt the same?
how often have i seen my own scars?
how often have i wanted to put an end to my own life?
i know you. better than i know myself.

to take your life is a brave thing to do.
but is it not braver to stay and fight?
i want to stay.
i want to fight my demons off one by one.
and you, my fellow wanderer,
won't you fight with me?
won't you live for living's sake?
longass poem but worth it imo
 Aug 2015 dan
Musfiq us shaleheen
...
..
Much before the door closed
Can be seen regularly when walking on the road
Though dark, see the mass of trash
But did not hear any noise ever

On the side of the sky touch wall
My constant movement
Though shadow yet trademark cynicism
I can go away even closed eyes

Closed eyes within the dark
Yet unbelievable, but brings a dream
A dream within the dark,
See a diamond crystal
Where only light and light dispersion
From each dimension

Suddenly, in dream
I am in front of the closed door,
See a footprint,
Known voice with tune,
Can hear the illusive song

Now neither there exists any tall wall
Nor any closed door in the mind
...
..
 Aug 2015 dan
GaryFairy
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it's just satire, i hope we can laugh about this, and over-take the spam with poetry...i am sure someone will get mad though...i included sandburg and yeats, to make a point...i thought this was a modern poetry site
 Aug 2015 dan
GaryFairy
i want to figure something out
i want to invent something
i don't care what it is
i just want these thoughts to stop smothering each other


once i had a plan
no one could understand
i closed my eyes and grit my teeth
i am just a common man


i want to think outside the box
i want to find the solutions
i don't care what i solve
i just want these thoughts to stop smothering each other

it hits like a stone
sitting here all alone
i close my eyes and grit my teeth
i am only skin and bone
 Aug 2015 dan
Joshi Gottlieb
4 AM
 Aug 2015 dan
Joshi Gottlieb
A globalisation of love
And hate
And of vague
References to mythologies
Desdemona or some
Forgotten Goddess

It’s 4 AM and
You walk home
Past the neon halo
Of a petrol station
And perhaps you stop
Without reason
And think
Without reason
Of all the coffee breaks
That separate your careful
Measurements
From a handful of sand
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