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Diána Bósa May 2019
One, from time to time,
may feel that love is just like
the butterfly room;

one may like the way
enter into its softness
first, for the tiny,

unfurling wings' touch
fondles tenderly, gently.
But there comes a time,

when one may find that
these wings are made of razors;
circling, whirling one

all over engraved
by both the sin of the flesh
and the crime of heart,

writing into one's
helpless skin, that cannot be
shed ever again.

With engraved letters,
scribing meticulously,
and bathes every page

in the ink of love,
giving birth to the story
of pain, the story of us.
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Play those themes, play on_
Hope, love, faith and charity.
Hope can come and go,
But always returns when lost,
Love is protection,
But destroyed by rejection.
Faith is like the soul,
Invincible and mild,
Charity makes sense,
Actions speak louder than words.
Adorning hearts with virtues.
Diána Bósa May 2018
Traveling by the
speed of light just to bend time
and space I came to

cross over unknown
galaxies for reaching your fond
hex-black singularity.
Day 33, a review:

Without it, I sit,
And if I'm bored, then I sleep.

With it, I am up:
I look with wide open eyes,
Eyes that see the world
And all I could be doing.
I step with purpose,
Standing tall and confident.
I wake, take the pill,
Eat my food, drink my coffee,
And drive off to work
With an automatic smile,
And I sing along
To the songs I know by heart.
Without it, I sit,
And if I must stand, I lean;
Dragging tired feet,
Holding a troubled tummy,
And wishing I'd wake.

In the end, on these days off,
I find energy:
I discover the reserves
Of serotonin,
Dopamine and endorphins
That my body saved,
Keeping stored for "the future."
My brain slowly learns,
And the fuel to keep going
Isn't out of reach.
So on these days off,
I won't despair or decay.
I used to collapse,
Before I knew my full strength
And what it felt like
To set my mind and finish.
So help me today,
God, let this Adderall work
To give energy
And to strengthen my body
For this scary four-mile hike.
  

~didn't get my refill before leaving for vacation~
Rashmi Kiran Feb 2018
क्यों प्रेम किया
क्यों निभा रहे तुम
बसंत बने
ज़ख्म भर जो रहे
क्या दे सकती
मृत प्रीत मेरी है
नासूर मेरे
विष वमन करें
ये विषपान
सह लोगे क्या तुम
शिव मेरे हो कर
~~रश्मि किरण
Why you loved me
Why you are fulfilling
Like  spring
You are healing my wound
What I can offer you
I have my dead love with me
My canker sores
Vomiting poison
Those poisonous drink
Can you sustain within
Becoming my lord Shiva
(English translation of the above poem )
                              ~~ Rashmi Kiran
Choka is a Japanese style of poetry .now this style is adopted in many other languages too .
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
You have soulful eyes
Wondering dreams dancing there
I see them and dare
To get lost in your vision
Your beautiful stare

Our love waltzes the moonlight
Your music flows free
We’re so wrapped up in magic
It’s hard to believe
In the song that we're singing

The stars are aware
Of the dreams we are making
The dreams we believe
They're revealing the sunshine

Leaving the darkness
As we walk through the garden
We're skipping through time
As another dream rises
On the horizon of your eyes
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Friday night again...
The fountain pen drips and plays.
Staining the pages,
Rearranging the phrases,
It’s lost in the fray,

Contemplating the ages
A mystery steals the day.
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