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Oskar Erikson Jun 2016
Running up the stairs
to jump out of the case.
Upon your own night you,
suggested an improvement.
With a heat, now displaced
Shuffled
in a downward movement.

The contrasting controls,
that which flows
with whipping winds and
lost lovers- nows a tonal
change shows.

So you whimpered, puppy lust
Then I growled, mature crush
Now we're gone, dust to dust
Cupid kills in a fluid
******.
Kapil Dutta Jun 2016
...

Two years ago in time
Seventeen of age, twenty seven of mind
On this blue planet sewn with heart breaks,
Blood pouring like it’s red wine
Took birth a love story
Another one of cupid’s crimes.

Ten days to meet
Twenty to plant the seed
Forty, and they had their first fight
This is not a story of love at first sight.

Oh Romeo, do you remember
The day when you pulled her closer
To comfort your lonely heart
Signed an agreement with the devil that night
Which would tear your life apart

And now here we stand, reading your memorial.
Contemplating everything that went bleak.
You knew the outcome of this journey
Even before your feelings learned to speak.

It’s a dangerous equation,
When LHS does not equal RHS
The mathematics of life starts to collapse
Like an imbalanced swing abandoned by the kids

All you need is to be cared
To be a priority in someone’s life
I understand, little brother
But you cannot demand love as you like

Oh Romeo, I do empathize
You suffered from PTSD, I do realize
From when depression molested your feelings
And left you naked on the streets, bleeding

But you were the captain of your sail
You drove the Titanic to the bottom
With the ocean so deep,
It made her love for you rotten.

Her emotions were like
the wings of a butterfly.
They would flutter restlessly
from dawn to dusk.

Our conversations felt like
a trip to some remote hill station.
The view was pretty,
with a few crests
and countless troughs,
but I fell sick of the constant motion.

Oh Romeo, she did love you
After all, you felt like returning home
But love fades over time,
just like the memory of this poem.



-KD
Just another sad love poem acknowledging the day we started talking.
Kewayne Wadley May 2016
Soon as cupid closed his eyes and released his bow,
I immediately knew your face from my dreams.
The girl whose face I could never see,
You were always so quick to leave,
I'd pretend to hate you if it were true.
Just before I open my eyes the stars disappear only to reappear when I close them.
I slouch deeper in the couch awaiting your presence.
A chance to reciprocate just how I feel.
Forgiving you for not showing up a second sooner.
A hummus of white pastures
Devoted to the hunger of the sun,
Devouring everything in sight.
An maybe that invites the utopia of your thought,
Stung by an fleeting arrow, strung by the oasis of an longing heart.
Wondering aimlessly; an clear day
Without a single cloud to be found.
These are the times I think of you.
The horizon of my world.
The clouds move, curious in nature.
Beneath the pain of ribs struck by a fleeting arrow
You are there, the throbbing sensation that pulsates through my veins.
I miss you without having to look down,
I am neither naive nor stupid.
With quiet vocals
I deeply long for you on cloudy days
I deeply long for you now.
My enigmatic arrow
Migrate back to my side
God gave you your daughter
For such a little while;
He put a bit of heaven
In the sunshine of her smile.
He took dust from
The brightest twinkling stars
And made her sparkling eyes;
And now, she’s gone back home to God,
To play up in the skies.
And though she left so quickly
That your hearts are grieved and sad,
We know she lives with God
And her small heart is glad.
And though your precious darling
Was just a rosebud small;
She’ll bloom in all her beauty
On the other side of the wall.


ለጥቂት ጊዜ

እግዚአብሔር አላችሁ
“ሚጡን ለጊዜው እንካችሁ!”
አቤት ከንፈርዋ ሲፈለቀቅ፣
የፀሐይ ጮራ ሲለቅ፣
ናሙና የገነት፣ የታተመበት!
ደሞም ሰራ፣
ዘግኖ አቧራ፣
ከብሩህ ከዋክብት፣
ዓይኖች የሚረጩ
የቀለም እርችት!
ግልፅ ነው እንደምትኖር፣
ከእግዚአብሔር ጋር፣
ደሞም እናውቅ፣
ትንሻ ልቧ
በሐሴት እንደምትጥለቀለቅ!
ምንም እንኳ ውድ ልጃችሁ
ብትሆንም ለጋ እንቡጥ ፅጌረዳ፣
እርግጥ ነው በስቲያ ከዛኛው ግርግዳ፣
ደምቃ እንደምትፈነዳ!
(በሔለን ስቲነር ራይስ)
Words of consolation to parents whose daughter is cut short.
Nite Apr 2016
With a gentle flap of his wings
He settles on a branch
Unseen by mortal eyes
The immortal retrieves an arrow from his quiver

He looks down his bow
Looking for someone, anyone
That might need a shot to the heart
To give them courage to confess the feelings this cherubic angel is known for

As he scans the horizon
He spies them sitting side by side
Oblivious to their surroundings
They only have eyes for each other

The Roman God of Love
Puts his arrow to his bow
He draws his arm back and prepares to shoot
He strains his ears to listen for a perfect moment to strike

And with a widening of the eyes
And a sharp intake of breath
He lowers his weapon
And with a smile and a voice not meant for earthly ears, he says
"I am the Son of Venus. I am the god of love and I am not needed here. True love has triumphed once again."

With a mighty beat of his wings
He shoots into the sky
Leaving the lovers whose hearts the husband of Psyche heard, beating in time with each other
Hearts filled with the flames of love that needed no help from Cupid
To all the lovers out there who have found the person that their heart beats for and having their love reciprocated by that person.

Also to everyone who has yet to find their one. Don't despair.

I love you
Isabelle Apr 2016
Cupid must have shot me twice
For you have fooled me twice
**** that arrow
Brings tears and sorrow
Oh stupid cupid
Please take back that **** arrow
And don't shoot my heart again, ever.
Yay. Oh Cupid!
Cyrus Gold Apr 2016
Spinnin’ runnin’ circles on my mind like a roller coaster
Feelin’ feelings of fumbles and tackles I ain’t supposed to
Facin ‘ the loss of a good person just like I remember
In December suspected the fallin’ out but things were simpler

Happier times and facin’ the world – we were together
Smiles and happy vibes all around – birds of a feather
Can’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment within our history
When everything was fallin' apart like an unsolved mystery

Connection so sacred, how can this love turn into hatred?
She ain’t the one? I’m guessin’ it’s time to exit the matrix
Face the world at its bleakest gettin’ tired of all this fake ****
Cupid’s venom radiatin' on a regular basis

Stasis at its most basic got me feelin’ like an instrument
Gettin’ played by many different women  - a state of detriment
Turnin’ to Howard Hughes – isolation within the bachelor pad
Couldn’t accept the division of us - guess this is the aftermath.
From a real place. A breakup that I wasn't sure how to handle. So I wrote about it.
ᗺᗷ Mar 2016
I can't look at other girls without seeing your face
and the space it fills up while spilling the waste
of a bad days taste left stale on my tongue
while you clean it with yours, cupid's arrow is plunged
inside of my heart as it's strung onto yours,
a zipline to glide on and slide in your core.
I look to my compass, your smile is north,
when the sun goes down, it shines even more.
And scorn from jealousy the sun may just mourn,
but returning to you from the darkest of storms.
So if ever I get lost in this great big world,
my home I will find from your lips when they curl.
Madame Eleanor Feb 2016
The sadistic little cherub.
Inflicting painful love.
He isn't sensible, he isn't kind.
He doesn't care- for heart or mind.
He flies on fluffy angelic wings.
And golden arrows he absently flings.
He hits his target every time.
To make a sane man's pain sublime.
Into the hearts of unsuspecting victims.
He pierces and then watches
them.
Falling in with reckless loves.
Fools and martyrs they become.
And all for a baby angel's fun.
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