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Carolina Jan 2016
“Era tan diferente,
como si viniera de una dimensión externa,
de un mundo sin descubrir ”
K Balachandran Jan 2016
One of his sick molars
was jarring, crying foul,
the root canal treatment
she did, the first, on him
made it quiet,it touched
exactly the love nerve.

Love sprouted,got rooted between
the curvy dentist and him
in exactly five sittings;
the soil was fertile.
The  romantic dentist seized
his pining heart too quick,
the causes and effects of
that pain, she whispered, was similar
to what she felt , when he whimpered
leaning his head on her full *******.

No reason he had, not to surmise
she didn't do everything she should,
to make his ailing tooth perfect.
Coochiecooing to her, he even
called her" the tooth fairy's baby girl"
overwhelmed she gifted him a smooch.

Each  sitting fallowed
soliciting  that rare,tender dental care,
on her cozy swiveling chair,
brought them closer to bouts of  necking
and things more adventurous,
(may the medical ethics, pardon the pair!)

Vigorous  narratives she breathlessly
reeled off,  on the state of his each tooth
brought her more closer to the chair
than what professionally was expected,
her perfumed warm presence
brought aches, not necessarily dental.

A stinging pain on a root repaired
at a time his 'root canal sweet heart' was away
compels him to explore for a new chair.
The horror of horrors, it was revealed
here, a piece of broken iron implement
his sweet heart, has left within the root;
a  cover up as she couldn't retrieve it
with her skills inept,
it did aggravate, caused the pain!
Isn't the  betrayal of the kids,
in the name of tooth fairy,non existent  
far less heinous, than a cheating like this!

could any one blame him for this,
to escape a bad tooth future,  he did
the best one could; the comely tooth fairy
that found the fault and mended it
shows him his place in the
swivel chair of her heart these days!
"Poetry is a form of story telling, and we are born to tell stories"
Tara Skurtu(Poet,Translator, Fulbright lecturer)
(1/25/2016  Huffington Post)
And many stories in poetry reflect true life..
Helsy Flores Jan 2016
Don't look at me, darling
You broke your own heart
Thought you were winning
Thought you'd play smart

One day you'll realize
What you turned your back on
Don't search for my doe eyes
I will be long gone
January 26, 2016
María José Jan 2016
Sé que escondes bajo esas lindas risas,
conozco el sufrimiento de ocultar un dolor insoportable,
son mil penas y un corazón que han hecho trizas,
pero te escondes bajo una sonrisa que te vuelve inconsolable

Que más quisiera que curarte con abrazos,
Sin embargo es difícil incluso hablar de amor,
y aunque quiero pegar todos los pedazos,
me es imposible pues a mi también me queda solo dolor.

Por eso no me arriesgo con las palabras,
y aunque mi sueño es darte el paraíso,
las promesas vanas cortan como dagas,
no te puedo tener esperando por siempre, sumiso.

Y sin embargo te amo y me duele soltarte.
This is a poem I decided to write in spanish because I rarely write poetry in my mother tongue even though it is a beautiful one and I wouldn't trade it for another.
Loveless Jan 2016
She loves me more than I can ever love myself
And so do I
A Lopez Jan 2016
Sometimes we think
We come into
Another person's
Life to save them.
When in all
A
C
C
U
R
A
C
Y............  <><><>>>>>>>>>>>>they are really the ones
Who came
To
Save us!
Diana R Jan 2016
Yo lo aceptaba a él. Con sus defectos, con sus virtudes que me envolvían por amor. Con sus locuras que las convertíamos en nuestras aventuras. Lo aceptaba con su mal genio de a ratos. Con su nostalgia incomprensible. Con su manera tan sutil de tranquilizarme. Con esos ratos de enojo. Con lo que según él, arruinaba la relación. Que no era nada, porque para mí, todo era magnífico. Aceptaba su carrera, su distracción y su carácter. Aceptaba lo que hacía y amaba ver que lo hiciera. Su fascinación a verlo hacer eso que ama. Aceptaba todo de él. Porque lo amaba. Porque él me amaba. Porque él me aceptaba a mí. Con todo mi mal humor, con toda mi negatividad. Él me tomaba de la mano, me miraba y me decía que todo estaría bien. Que nada en la vida cambiaría para mal, al contrario, porque estábamos juntos. Juntos ante cualquier adversidad. Juntos para superar todo lo que se nos presentara. Estábamos juntos, aceptándonos y sobre todo amándonos. Porque al final, eso es el amor. El acto de sacrificio en bien de la persona amada...
To be honest.
I'm scared.
I'm scared of giving every ounce I got.
I'm scared that my happiness would blow up on my face and turn into despair.
I'm scared that this new love will only be for the moment and not for an eternity.
I'm scared that I would be lied to when I've done and gave nothing but the truth.
But on the other hand.
You make my heart whole just by hearing your voice.
You make me smile just by looking into your gentle smile.
You make my heart skip a beat when you be your adorable self.
And in truth.
You make me want to believe in this magic that we call love.
I never been a believer till you casted a spell on me.
And now?
All I can truly say is I let you in restricted grounds
The center of my weakness.
The very emotion that goes through my veins.
I want you.
Your the cure to my disease.
I just hope and pray that you let me in long enough to be part of you like you have to me
Mark Lecuona Dec 2015
lo que sea quiere
yo quiero
igualmente
usted y yo
lo mismo
antes
ahora
despues
todas las dias
por que mi amor
su vida esta mi vida
This ain't a goodbye just another chapter to our Disney fairy tale.
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