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Connor C Blake Sep 2014
I wish I could unsee myself.

And then come back in a little while and lay untrained eyes upon the skin I’m forced to wear.
Would it all look the same?
I’d trace all the lines to their ends and find something I didn’t hate in my appendages.

There’s truth in them bones.

Under layers of ligaments, blood, and a whole assortment of other lies, they lie in wait.

They know we’re just borrowing any time we find and we never really owned that breath we try so desperately to hold inside.
There’s a reason for that chill running down your spine.
But I brushed it aside and left my bones in a closet while I found a new place to hide.

I want to let them out but they’re buried so deep under piles of ***** laundry and sorrow-soaked organs.
And I’m worried that with each new ache time makes that I won’t be able to shake them back awake

But I'm still alive.
And so if existence is resistance then maybe I can still win this

So I’m going to tear it all off,
The tattered rotten garbs that so desperately cling to my bones like parasites along for the ride,
Eating up what little marrow remains inside.

Maybe then I can chisel this monkey off my back and finally make myself perpendicular to the ground,
And show gravity that it’s not always that easy to keep me down.

And anyway, I’ve been looking to lose a few pounds.
Listen to my performance of this poem here: https://soundcloud.com/connor-c-blake/marrow-1
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Somber wind flows through a slow September evening
It comes as the drifted clouds on the poet's old window
Where there is a sigh on a little sky is being
It has grown melancholic ashes in the twilight shadow

Where wind is not too fast
As if it's free from fine dust, but melts with a little gust
Again, it's whispering the dreamy last sweet summer
And at the late evening wind  has blown through the murmur

One day the liquid words were coming from the heart
And its glitter's glee gifted the poet a poetic art
Where it grew the purple plants on the land too dart,
Then it bloomed too many dreams of bud

When the compact words are trying to sing
as the jingling on the poet's dry lips  
Where the poet is writing an ode that has a pair of wing
but metaphors have metamorphosed as the crystal chips

Creating too many bubbles of pain
Those are floating on the flow of the stream
The poetic rhythm is twisting with the September rain
and on the air that has turned to be a rapid steam
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
An autumnal rainy evening, slow but whispering the sweet summer...........
Lambert Mark Mj Sep 2014
A decade of silent and grieving pours
Sadly no mountains to explore
Only islands in our dreams
That are vastly full of dreary streams,

Wailing rains have stopped,
But only can I hear the sound of my clap,
This one pour of flood,
has caused many terrors and blood




            *- Learn your mistakes before it may cause a storm-
Ceryn Sep 2014
Some things never matter
Some people never care
Some souls never wander
Some heroes never dare.

Some lips never smile
Some eyes never stare
Some love lasts for a while
Some hearts break and wear.

Some books stay with dust
Some flowers die under the rain
Some friends we can't trust
Some stories end up in vain.

Some tongues speak lies
Some smiles take away pain
Some kisses end loud cries
Some promises never remain.

Some glitters never shimmer
Some fame doesn't last a lifetime
Some sad songs forget about summer
Some writers forget about dime.

Some poems are just written
Some poems are out in the sun
Some poems are carefully hidden
Some come out when the poet's gone.
When we realize something valuable about life, it is often when it's way too over and done.
Aisyah MJ Jun 2014
i long to hear your voice,
to laugh and just be there for you again,
just to be with your presence,
just to see that glimpse of your soul again.

we used to be something,
everywhere i go, everywhere you go : we used to be an item,
and, now, i walk with a new crowd, you walk with yours,
yet my heart yearns for you,
there's a hole when you left,
and, i can't just fill it up,
everything seems meaningless,
there's no spark in my life without you.

i feel this emptiness.
this gaping hole,
which just keeps on growing,
the one you made when you left,
because i have chosen the wrong one,
i made the wrong choice,
i did not picked you..

when i breathe at night,
my throat constricts,
it chokes up,
memories flood in my silent night.

i remember the days,
our days,
when it is just you and me,
in our own little happy bubble,
rain, snow, fall, sunshine,
you were there for me,
in my light and in my darkness,
in my good and in my bad,
you never complained,
you held me,
you were my glue that prevents me from shattering,
from my melancholic train of thought,
when i fall, you were there to hold me up,
you embrace me in your warmth,
when I’m all melancholic, you were there to cheer me up,
you know when to buy me flowers,
you know when I’m sad,
you know whether i'm just feeling sad or when it's just me in my melancholic moments,
and you understand that its just a phase,
you know me the way no one knows me,
you’re my everything,
you’re my valentine,
you WERE my valentine.

now, that you're gone,
I’m building a fort now,
just putting up walls after walls,
layering them up in solitude,
after all the heartbreak I’ve felt this year,
all the betrayal, all the confusion,
all the dark colours of human nature I’ve experienced,
because, i cannot handle that amount of pain ever again.

despite all my defences,
the walls that guard my heart,
the scar you left me,
it's still there.
all i can do,
is to be reminded how good you were for me.

i am much more stable now,
yet i crave for those days where you were always there to support my craziness,
you embraced me for who i am,
you never call me stupid when i am being irrelevant,
you never call me dumb when i am being illogical,
my bipolarity was never an issue for you.
you were my yin to my yang.

i love you so much, val, i still do.

i have never missed someone as much as I’ve missed you.
*So, this year has been an emotional ride for me. I lost one of my closest friend due to some drama in my life. I picked another person, and not the one I should have. Never have i felt this much amount of regret, and yet there's nothing i can do. He moved on without me. All i can do is wish him all the happiness in the world. :'( *
Aisyah MJ May 2014
Why,
Why do you keep on mentioning it to me,
How I lied to you,
How you never, ever will forget the fact that I lied to you,
You look at me with those big blue beautiful eyes,
Those bleak eyes fiery with blame, betrayal,
not an ounce of compassion at all.

And, then they came..
those flashbacks,
the pain,
the tears,
the rip in my heart,
it all came back,
came playing back in my torturous mind.

How you could possibly keep on bringing up my lowest point,
The very day where I just want to keep in a black box -
hide it deep within my subconscious level,
The day I don't even want to think about,
hear about,
feel all the flooding pain again,
Or, get reminded about it, over and over again.

The day where you broke me,
the day where you showed me another side of you,
the day where I felt the worse state I've ever felt,
She was there,
she was standing in front of the door when I entered the house,
Cradling me in her arms as I pour my  frayed soul to her,
That when I broke down, she's there,
can't you just understand me?
she's there!

She saw the blood, she saw the bruises,
The incoherent words I mumble,
I don't even know why I've said it,
But, do you possibly think it's with an intention to hurt you..
to betray you?
to throw away the love I have towards you?

Do you think I would ever break my promise if that never happened?
Do you think I would ever hurt you that way?
Do you have any idea how much I care,
how much you actually mean to me,
how much I ...

I've never teared up as much as I did on that bleak day,
I don't even teared up the day my uncle died,
all I had was a pit in my stomach,
yet, when you hurt me,
it was a black hole,
forever expanding in size,
never decreasing..

I never knew how I could cry that much,
I slept my pain away,
drenched in tears and hurt..

How could I have possibly handled that much pain,
that, I don't know..

I keep on repeating to her,
"I can't believe he hurt me like that"
Those flashbacks,
The stare you have me when you kick me out of your house after obliterating me into nano-sized particles,
after you..
after you made me dazed and abused,
after you lifted your arms and physically hurt me,
not once..
but, one too many.

You shattered me into a million pieces,
You promised me before you won't hurt me,
That when I'm hurt it will never be because of you, ever again,
How could you promise something so important to me and yet, you still keep on hurting me.

I guess it was all sweet nothings.

Have you no compassion towards me at all?
Not a shred of care, not a drop of affection towards me?
Why do you keep on hurting me this way?

I trusted you with all my heart.
I loved you as much as one can love a person,
I filled my void of losing so many people around me,
with my love towards you..

And, yet you keep on treating me like trash,
like that day never happen,
don't you remember?
won't you remember?
You treat me like I'm some Asian rag doll,
Like I'm some Great Wall of China who would never break down,
don't you know I'm a mere human,
as frail as any living creature could be?
I break, I weep, I get crushed everytime you mistreat me.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when I finally feel it.

I tried telling you the day you asked me to go to your place,
I don't even know why I listened to you and just arrived at your doorsteps..

When you cradled me in your arms,
I whispered to you and said, she knows.
You told me, you don't give a rat's *** about what the world thinks about as long as I'm ok with you.

I guess it's all sweet nothings.

But, it's ok.

This girl accepted that this was an imperfect world full of imperfect people and imperfect days and there was nothing she could do to change that.

It's ok you went V on me.
I am trying to move on, to reduce the amount of affection I have towards you.

I'll be ok.
Keep on behaving that way, it's really helping me.
It doesn't hurt that much now.

You take care.
13 May 2014
A mere trifle, this thing that troubles the lid.
Forever in fear, unable to compose
Vision stoops to comprehend this failure,
Pride doesn’t.
A glimpse of blindness,
With the ardor of helplessness.
De facto, it is in the eyes of another
Where you were mistaken.

The red in between
Defining ties of the wicked, wise
In stupor and pain, in insomniac lethargy
The poisoned gaze, returns quietly.
Sun shades, remember
Anger cheats as much as it destroys.
The flaming ash of a cigarette,
Another excuse for a Gimlet.
Posted on December 7, 2013
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