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 Apr 2015 Star G
Mia Smiljanić
a goodbye
that sat on my tongue eagerly
before jumping off the edge
of my mouth
knowing that
a chain around its ankles
won't let it get too far

it climbs back up
sits back on my tongue
as it did every time before
and it waits
for you to do something
hurtful
again
This is defined as: A sad love.
 Apr 2015 Star G
Àŧùl
Making me sing daily for her,
F
ar used to be the sorrows,
Ma
ddening was my love,
Mad
e** her feel special..

Me singing & writing poetry,
Separately for her was regular...

For her I will improve myself,
Testing my capabilities I am,
Reeling the love I kindle inside,
***ling I'm my hard outer shell..

Companion of mine is perfect,
Together we gelled just so well,
Tomorrow seems very golden,
Grappling with all the troubles,
Challenging time with my effort,
Focused were all my techniques,
Graduating in the field of love,
Completed seemed my jigsaw.
My HP Poem #849
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2015 Star G
Jakob Walker
A broken soul
As cold as coal
Someone's striking at the hull
The boat's beginning to stall.

Lost at sea
With nothing to see
Feeling all alone
Without any sense of hope.

No sense of comfort
Unsure of how to triumph
This growing cold
That afflicts this poor soul

But alas,
A ship comes at last
Filled with souls of the same past
They arrive in such a mass.

"We're here to help," they say
But the soul will not leave today
The soul is scared
Unwilling to give a chance fair.

"Don't be scared," they say.
"You're not alone," they say.
Do they know the pain?
Do they know the way?

Do they take the poor soul
Into a world unknown?
Do they trick the poor soul
To going to another ship alone?

"We will protect you," they say.
"We promise," they seem to know the way.
But seeming and knowing are two different things
Are they to be trusted?

They look like the souls who abandoned the poor soul before
But they act with sincerity
They are unbeknownst to the poor soul
Yet they come with a sort of protection.

"I'll come with you," the poor soul says.
"But I am scared."
"Do not fear," they reply.
"We are here."

As the poor soul grabs the accompanying hand
The sun begins to rise
"Maybe," she says,
"My world doesn't have to be so dark after all."
 Apr 2015 Star G
cody dale
bugs we are
mummified in a rock
we sit forever preserved
we think this is all life has to offer
trapped for so long we have become bind to the world
we can't see
that the future
the past
and the present
are all at one
happening
we live
we die
and we are born
all at the same time
we love and
hate
in our hardened rock
of amber
 Apr 2015 Star G
Creep
Désolé(e).
 Apr 2015 Star G
Creep
I'm sorry for being your problem now,
but your stuck with me now.
hero/heroine
by the great escape

idk... just fought with parents and was a **** to my friend who was trying to help me afterwards.... sorry for the inconvenience, continue with ur regularly scheduled lives.
 Apr 2015 Star G
Craig Verlin
Another drink;
spit in the sink shows
red against porcelain,
fleeting concern.

Another drink;
what is there ever
to worry about?
I could make an
argument for nothing
and everything both
alongside one another.

Another drink;
taste the iron alongside
the bitter burn of alcohol,
the body goes more often
than not before the mind does.
It is unfortunate to have it
the other way around.

Another drink;
spit red again,

I am fighting myself
to keep the pace.
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