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Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Never drop me like a waste
For I am not your fate

Value me as a pearl
But not like a hurl

Never use me for misery
But only for ecstasy

Pleading with a peer
Me, the overflowing tear !
Enola Cabrera Jun 2016
Every letter you type, every word you say
I can feel you pushing away
I **** and I plead
For you just to talk to me
I want you to know Im there
I want you to know I care
I try to be there for you
But there is only so much I can do
Shan Coralde May 2016
Her thoughts.
I lie down on the grass
seeing the sun shine on my face
Making my hands sweat as I reach out to it
Tinting my face red with the heat it brings

You're beside me.
The greatest thing that happened to me.
I don't want to lose you.
I plead to anyone who'd hear my prayer.

His thoughts
I lie down on this hospital bed.
My smile reflected on your eyes like glass.
My hands shiver, shake, tremble as it reaches for your cheeks.
I fail. Hand drops. Pale skin. Cold heart. Enter nothingness.

Your tears are the only warmth on my body.
Goodbye, My beloved.
SassyJ Mar 2016
Only yesterday that your glass blew
The flame was burning untouchable
The disk spinning fast, un-reversible

No home in a town so inhospitable
A world where questions are daft
Drafted to unravel an inbuilt psyche

I stand out in the jungle countryside
Strumming listening to “wild world”
Each rhythm a wavy walk on a path

Steps and strolls always sidetracked
The poppy field faded in sheen redness
When it turned cold and bled sourness

It was me who was left by the riverside
I sat by the bank and dreamed away
Then viewed my mirrored reflection

Melted in indecisions and intricacies
Extreme ongoing cognition appraisals
Silenced in the sound of the stillness

The flash of the grassed field called me
Embraced me as I paraded on the verge
A resolving embrace of a stab erased

I plead not to be understood or wanted
For these riffles are fixated on our heads
Bolted in our thoughts, wants and desires
https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/sidetracked-by-the-river-side
Eugene Jan 2016
I will climb the steepest hill,
I will dive into the deepest ocean,
I will fly into the highest part of atmosphere,
Just don't say goodbye.

I will catch the stars at night,
I will sleep at the coldest place,
I will punch the hardest rock,
Please, don't say goodbye.
Braxton Reid Dec 2015
As it turns out, juxtaposition is the most powerful word
The sound of the word holds it all
The meaning of the word does the same
And in itself can describe our ways

When I say "our" I mean us. Humans.
Human emotion is profound
It's loud
It's soft
Juxtaposition
It's harsh
It's calming
Juxtaposition
It's all at once

The reason I bring up the word we've discussed
I hear it in music the most
An oxymoron in every note
But some songs are just opposed
And songs hit harder when they're juxtaposed

Life hits harder
When it's juxtaposed
Analyse this with me.
Aroody Nov 2015
The first we met to say hi we were shy,  
Times we spent the best I can't deny,
I was happy with you as if I was high,
The end a lump in my throat I said goodbye,  

You ignored me and time killed my hope,
My life heads downwards as fast as *****,  
Your absence a situation that I can never cope,  
Holding on hurts more than letting go of the rope,  

What connects you and me now,  
Our pictures and memories,  
That to my cold heart,  
They mean another breeze,  

I broke my pride and to you I plead,
Ignored me again letting my wounds bleed,
I picked them up every little piece,
And I'm walking away as far as Greece,

©2015 AROODY
Goodbye...... </3
Kerri Nov 2015
When you're stripped down
to nothing but your raw soul,
is when I love you most.
When your eyes
delicately plead
for me to love you,
and your hips ache
for me to taste your horizon.
I want to drink from your lips
Like a casual sinner
on a Sunday morning,
and leave you needing more.
Rob Kingston Oct 2015
****** lines paint pictures on the road side of their hell.
From the first day they bleed as the key is turned for the final time.
Not dressed for the journey, each step harder than the one before.
Each sunset sees the reaper, his call, the devils smarting roar.
Every new day like no other they will have experienced,
Each new dawn the mist of many spirits aloft,
those remaining, feeling that no one cares.
Aspirations gone,
Dignity lost
Food,water and shelter scarce,
The queue lengthens
The questions get louder
The queue lengthens the questions
Get LOUDER and LOUDER and LOUDER.

Fences erected,
Borders closed,
Armies lined ready to stall the flow,
Humanity lost !
Hidden in a politicians pack.
The questions get louder.
There's no way back!

(c) Robert Kingston 19.9.15
Another piece written to highlight the suffering going of those in flight for asylum.
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