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blue mercury Dec 2016
please
don't write
poetry about
me.

it never
ends
well.
i think the ex-love-of-my-life wrote a poem about me and i'm scared because these feelings still stir and i don't want them to.
here's the poem and guyys i don't know what i want and he always says exactly what makes me fall for him all over again.
"dead birds don't fly"
you say you're not lovable
but let me try
sit and smile at the hole in
the sky,
cause I'm cold
when you get cold
and you can blame me
for everything,
not just for the bad times.
Graff1980 Nov 2016
I know it is not much, but I give to the people on the side of the road. If I have an apple or three, a couple of bananas, avocadoes, or anything that I can afford to pass on without making it so I do not have something to eat that day, anything in my car at the time that is not already been chewed on is fair game for my compassion, in passing it on to someone who might not have had anything to eat.
I do not feel pride for this actions, because to many times I rush by in a hurry to somewhere else, or all I have is my lunch for work. It hurts me to know that this stranger on the side of the road may not get anything to eat.
So, here are two things that rub me the wrong way. Firstly, when people think someone else will help. It is so easy just to walk, or drive by cause you think the next guy will help, but what if they don’t? What if that extra apple that you ended up tossing away anyways could have assuaged someone’s pain even for an hour or so. What if despite not being enough to fill that person’s stomach up your kindness was the light that slightly brightened an otherwise painful and lonely day? Secondly, when people say that this person is probably trying to scam you. So what if they are, their potential deceit will not lessen my overall desire to be compassionate, because what if they next person I would have helped truly needed it and I refused because I was jaded? Hell, how about if that person that you were so suspicious of was truly needy? This fog of distrust of those in need has clouded our communities, cities, states, and this country that some claim they desire to make great again.
Maybe my heart bleeds a little too much because I have been hungry, and alone before. But haven’t you ever been hungry, scared, lonely, or in pain? Why dismiss the suffering of others when you know pain? It is our capacity for creativity, and compassion that makes us great. It is the art of reading, seeing, or merely thinking that allows us to switch places and to a degree feel what other’s feels that makes us human. Please find that part of yourself and once you do, do not allow that part of yourself to be lost.
Skald Skaldun Nov 2016
The flames throws sparks
it causes the flakes to go up in steam
the air over it slowly arcs
shedding a bright beam

The air crystallize my breath
it's almost so I can see them sparkle
my gaze trails to the ancestors dance of death
the green shimmering light so patriarchal

I sometime wonder how much further it will be
how long I will wander in this land
if my destiny continue to flee
but in the end who's life isn't bland

But at least I know out here I'm free
that there is nothing that can hinder me
like it's a summers day and I'm a buzzing bee
no one to command me or to me plea
Jinn Prashanti Oct 2016
The pieces stand still
Love seeks me
Unlift this veil
Let me see clearly
For His will
Love me dearly
A hardened seal
Please set me free
From evil; heal
Special Delivery
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Hold on, as I seldom plead to others,
Except, my parents for edible sweets,
And for some other similar things,
Rarely do I plead to others when I'm in need.

Most of the times it is for a childish demand,
Yes I frankly insist as I am so innocent eyed.

Proud of my choice I was and still am,
Lest I perish in my self-brought loneliness,
Earning only four shoulders unknown,
A* defeated man I might perish alone.

Kinfolk of mine as of now are few,
Rings seldom this lifeless telephone,
Ivies of poison hang in front of my house,
Persons of importance have gotten so ancient,
In this lonely lonesome life I still wait for you,
Jarred ajar is this door of my heart,
I**n my life ever since you left me alone.
HP Poem #1155
©Atul Kaushal
Rupal Akanksha Aug 2016
I don't want a swing over the pond,
Or unicorns in my garden.
Just give me some light,
To find my way home.
Some air to breathe,
Some room to live.

Give me some hope,
Give me some love.

Give me the laughter of the childhood games,
Give me the warmth of my grandma's lap.

Give me the love of my lover's part,
Give me the protection of my brother's arm.

I don't want any candies or cakes,
I don't want the beauties of the world.

All I want is the joy of a little one,
Litten to peace. To innocence and to bliss.
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2016
Echoes first quiet, a pitch that hounds can barely hear.

Gently coaxing her. "Come now, no one has to know, just give in dear."


Blues and reds spinning. Sirens scream.

 So much better and yet so much worse.



Trying to beg. But no, they're tuned out.

I don't know any other route,
I still can't tell, no voice to shout.


They're all deaf! Please God, open just one ear.
oh honey please
tie my hands with the reddest silk
you can find

let it bleed
as i am unable to

darling please
don't stay with me here
in the darkest of nights

just let me breath
for a while

dear don't
don't you ever think
of saying those words

i'm afraid my heart will stop

as soon as they'll escape your mouth
as soon as the silk will loosen
as soon as the night will end

as soon as i fall in this love
as you did
Pauline Morris May 2016
Come here please
I want to whisper all my pleas

I'm tired of screaming
Things that have no meaning

Falling on ears
That can not hear

Searching for the broken hearted
That so long ago departed

Come here please
Things are never as they seem
Sharde' Fultz May 2016
Don't  leave me
Don't toss me aside
Pretend you care
Pretend you need me
Pretend you want me
As much as I...
As much as I want
you
As much as I  want you to.
As much as I want you to want.
Me.
Couldn't sleep. What else is new?
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