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The Disastrous Quake
Hiding behind a hazy cloud
That hung above the darkening earth,
The pale moon looked portentous,
Sensing perhaps the imminent doom!
           Nothing stirred, no noise was heard:
           The bustling towns sank into slumber
           Under the spreading shroud of gloom.
When all of a sudden,
A strange, sub-terranian thunder
The earth's bowels tore,
Pierced the ominous calm
And shook the silent towns
With a hideous roar.
            Stately towers and humble homes
            Convulsed and crumbled
            Behind clouds of dust and smoke.
            Wails and moans and screams and groans
            Rent the midnight air.
            Men and women, mangled and maimed,
            Orphaned children, battered and bruised
            Crawled from the gaping jaws of Death,
            Their erstwhile homes,
             Now their graves, streaked with blood.
Dreadful spectacle, heart-rending,
Of splendid towns, centuries old,
Smashed in a moment of nature's wrath,
Reduced to rubble at one ruthless stroke,
Victims injured, on the verge of Death -
A groaning heap of shattered hopes!
                ***  M.G.Narasimha Murthy,
*Recent earthquakes: April 2015- Nepal was shaken by an earthquake of 7.8 magnitude, killing 8,959 people, injuring
22,303more and destroying 7,76,895 buildings including 131 historic monuments. This week, Myanmar, Japan and Ecuadar have been shattered causing huge loss of life and destruction of property.
I've known you twice
in this life
and some things are always the same
(if you can say
always
about two people)
you're always vegan
and you have really great hair
and a love
and understanding
of art
that I can never hope to match
with my numbers and my equations
(like x = you + me is never one I can solve
because you need two equations to solve for two
variables
and you're always
variable
and sometimes I'm not even sure I know myself)

and I feel in the pit inside me like
we should be good friends
but maybe you don't need me
and maybe this connection
is only a one-way street
the way some people say they feel
connected
to celebrities

(I don't think I worship you
like you're famous
but there's some kind of worship
there
anyways, like you're a blinding star
and I'm a lump of rock
spit out by some minor moon
barely worth your notice, even though I
revolve around you)

and I never find out why it seems
like your heart always has to beat
a million miles away
from mine
#l #q
islam Dec 2014
And I write.
I write about everything I did and regret,
I write about everything I lost and missed,
I write about a darkness that's lurking in my head.
And I write.
I write about stars, space and bliss,
I write about the nights I spent sleepless,
I write about the internal extraterrestrial intelligence.
And I write.
I write about stolen kisses and awkward hugs,
I write about sharing a bed and drugs,
I write about drunken *** and whisky jugs.
And I write.
I write about literature and poetry,
I write about Sexton making out with Bukowski,
I write about Akhmatova painting Dostoevesky.
And I write.
I write about music and lovely symphonies,
I write about Tchaikovsky waltzing with Vivaldi,
I write about a world where we dance as we please.
And I write.
I write about childhood lost not forgotten,
I write about battered women and abused children,
I write about you and them. I write me every now and then.
And I write.
#q
Creep Dec 2014
You're a diamond.

I told you this, that one time I allowed myself some vulnerability.
You denied it, but let me tell you,

you are both wanted by everyone,
but little to no one
ever has enough "money" to "buy" you.

You are both
impossible to ever scratch,

always shining,
in the light
and*
in the dark.

Diamonds are a precious stone,
The way you are precious to me.

I'll put diamonds on a necklace,
lay it on my heart,
the way I took your heart
and encompassed it with mine.

I'll try to shatter you, break you apart,
you'll always stay whole
when you want to.

When you don't,
you'll break into little pieces for everyone to
hold, love, cherish,
and one day you'll just disappear on them.

You'll drive women,
and men sometimes,
mad with greed, lust
for your luster, the sparkle (in your eyes).
They'll all fight for you,
and the winner?
Hah.
Who said the winner gets anything?
Both sly... both heart-breaking... both trying to rip us apart.
when did your heart go missing
by rooney

how to be a heartbreaker
by marina and the diamonds
Lydia YQ Sep 2014
Ever since you left me
in rude awakening,
I get up each day to a madness
which seems endless,
when my mind is a playground that homes
psychedelic dreams.

I am confused and
consumed by this make-belief
reality.

But what if I told you
that I am enjoying this little bit of madness?

The constant churning of ideas
like juices sloshing
within gastric walls.

The effortful creation and feverish writing
through midnight
under the soft glow of the night light.
16.05.2014
Autumn Jul 2014
It’s funny I even address you as Q. I never knew you as Q. I knew you as Quentin H. At least, that’s the name I associated with you in Elementary school. We went to the same Elementary School for seven years. We talked every now and then; however, we weren't exactly best friends. You passed away on my sixteenth birthday. From now on when I hear your name the first thing that will come to my mind is ‘oh that’s the boy I grew up with that drowned on my birthday.’ And deep down I know that’s wrong to think but I cannot help from thinking that.
Whenever I heard your name before today I thought of something different. It was just a normal day in early elementary. I believe it was second or first grade. For all I know it could have been third. It doesn't matter. We were young. That’s all that matters.
You asked me if I could open your soda bottle. Me believing I had a chance to prove how strong I was took the challenge eagerly not noticing that you had shook it under the table before handing it over. I opened it and in a matter of seconds I was completely covered in sticky soda. My outfit ruined, and my lunch ruined. You laughed and I cried.
Me being the responsible child I tattled on you and you got a slap on the wrist while I had to eat a cheese sandwich. Keep in mind I despise cheese. It was by far the worst lunch of my life.
Until Today.
I had just found out you had passed and I didn't eat lunch. I couldn't eat lunch. How could someone I watched grow alongside me be gone in a matter of minutes?
I would eat a million cheese sandwiches just to have you back.
I cannot go on social media. I try and all I see are pictures of your memorial or a picture of you with the word RIP underneath it. I believe you deserve more than just an RIP.
You were a fantastic human being even though I didn't know you as well in your last years. You apologized for the soda incident and I can say I forgive you.
You didn't deserve this fate. No one deserves this fate. But there must be some reason you were called upon in order for the promising future in your grasp to be taken away. God needed you. Heaven needed you.
Heaven gained one hell of an angel on July 14th 2014 at five in the morning.
I know this isn't a poem but it's a letter that I feel is really special to share.
anonymous Apr 2014
Young girls shouldn't worry about weight
But I do
Young girls shouldn't worry about figure
But I do
Young girls shouldn't worry about what others think
But I do
Young girls shouldn't worry at all
But I do.
anonymous Apr 2014
Why don't you just shove it in my face like all the others
Yeah, I'm not enough.
No need to remind me.
anonymous Apr 2014
You're my:
A. Addiction
B. Best Friend
C. Comforter
D. Daydream
E. Equal
F. Family
G. Guy
H. Hero
I. Idiot
J. Joy
K. King
L. Lucky charm
M. Man
N. Number 1
O. Open Door
P. Prince
Q. Question
R. Role Model
S. Star
T. Tear
U. Uniting hand
V. Valentine
W. Winter Gift
X. The 'x' to my equation
Y. You
Z. Love Zone
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