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polengtopieces Oct 2015
My future love you've been gone too long.
My future love I've been waiting for you so long.
My future love when will you came a long.
My future love I've been loonging for your beautiful face.
My future love I've been deprived by your touch too long.
My future love we're missing so much things to do.
My future love I'll be patiently waiting for you.
Aroody Sep 2015
I lost  her that meant so much,  
The one who cured with a touch,
I lost her that meant the world,  
In her absence whose hands to hold??

Surrounded now by silence,  
Silence here, silence there ,
Am I that easy to replace?  

If far away from me you stand,  
I'll reach for you passing every land,
I'm only warm when I hold your hand,
Without you I'm dust, without you I'm sand,  

Come right now, it's not so late,  
I'm patient, I can wait,  
If you come that would be great ;-)
Hopeful
Wide Eyes Sep 2015
In a bustling bus lingered a vacuous seat.
'She's impure,' they proclaimed; indiscreet.
The poor woman wept- shedding tear after tear.
'Don't sit next to her,' they warned with a sneer.

The wide-eyed girl looked on in curious worry,
As the fierce conductor tried to make the woman scurry.
The amused passengers laughed on encouragingly
As he tugged at her bag, her hand, even her dignity.

Spurned by the hospital; in society she had no place
For she had not the money to be referred to as a 'case'.
Her sole possessions- her disease and her fright.
The doctorless patient drowned in her ceaseless plight.

Melancholia stared deep into the girl's wide eyes.
They welled with desolation as she heard the cries.
Her dream of being a doctor would soon come true,
But oh doctorless patient, what will become of you?
Based on a true story.
Shut up, stop shouting!!
You're ranting blocks up my ears and thumps my brain.

Stop shouting!!
You're harsh words blacken the walls around you, I see nothing but bones and rust.
Your voice is like barbed wire and your eyes are that of a demon
Demanding me to impale myself with the blade but I won't do it!!

I won't.
I won't.

Shut up!!!
I beg you to stop. Your demanding too much!!
I'm strong in my mind, I'm sure,
You can't hurt me.

He can't!
I can't!
He can't hurt me!

It's been 72 days, 23 hours, 17 minutes and 35 seconds now and you still won't go away.
Maybe there's only way to end it but I can't!

I can't!
I won't!
I.....
Please read my poem "The Doctor" before/after this to understand it.
Peter Aguilar Jun 2015
Every last hymn a damning sentence
Those moments before the goodbyes
When all is aired and all is said
Brute honesty and pure rancor
Those moments before the goodbyes
When the gloss of love, that sweet deceitful shiny sugary layer
Melts, gives way to the green mold beneath
Make no effort to hide your hemlock juice
In that moment before the last goodbye
No mystery is left, just a naked stab
Impunity unrestrained, yes, we let each other have at it
My truth versus yours
My memory kills yours
But if i survive, the victory is pointless
Because you'll never admit to the times
When you colored beyond your designated lines
And trespassed your paints into my veins
And made yourself a home in my pains
In that last moment before our last goodbye
I promise, this time, you will acquiesce
Or i shall keep you alive, ever in blissful torment
And keep you wondering what drives my love
Is it pure and whole, or an emaciated soul
Patiently planning your last painful goodbye
Rockie Jun 2015
Snap,
Shuffle,
Paper,
Flick
Nurse,
Next surgery if you please.
Gloves,
Tools,
Paperwork,
*Fly
Sally A Bayan Jun 2015
(an acrostic of 10W X 5 lines)

D-addy, like an idol, rarely closes his eyes...he is
A-lways patient...eagerly hears us...though tired from work, he
D-elights in our silly, lively, sometimes significant, or even stalemated
D-iscussions...he even joins in, and contributes to our childish
Y-abber........he's our idol...our friend...he is our DADDY!



Sally
Copyright June 20, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***...my five granddaughters, expressing their feelings through me...***
A V Jun 2015
I do not love you,
not just yet.

Because I still dream of waking up
looking at your eyes
Gazing upon a beauty you chose
to hide but let me see
And I want to hold your hands
once in a while
Taking notice to black tainted nails
and to the light touch of your palm
I still want to hug you
when your heart is happy
Fondling your hair as I am close
with a blue rose as a promise

I do not love you,
not just yet.

But let me do soon.
C Cavierre Jun 2015
You're the wave
That shattered me,
I'm the rock
That stood up to you;
It's been centuries—
I've been steadfast,
You've been patient;
What more proof is needed—
We're perfectly matched
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