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Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
take me to the shore
where seagulls cry among rocks
taste the salty air
seshi Jan 2017
Being in love with your best friend's partner is like revelling in the destruction of a tsunami.
You watch the waves roll and weave their way through the closing sky and yet you stand boldly on the beach front -
Arms open and eyes closed
The feeling of cracking wide inside you,
but you're a *******, and the pain is your drug,
the only antidote to the touch of
The forbidden fruit.

Being in love with your best friend's partner is like tearing open all your bandaged wounds, just to let the salt rub them dry
again and again and
Again.
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
I am trying
but trying doesn't make
deep wounds heal any faster,

and you rubbing salt in them
does not help them to
hurt any less.
~~ From another time, where things seemed much worse without anything being that different. ~~
Àŧùl Nov 2016
In these youth that only ditch,
There is a thread loosely stitch,
They gave a name for the glitch.

They just feel so entangled,
If I could satiate the deranged,
I would have felt happier & loved.

Not in the slightest her fault,
The fault is in my safety vault,
I can't protect it by adding salt.

She had her personality affected,
On the borderline of love she was,
She might get better when matured.

So I will wait for her to grow up,
Because mangoes are sour unripe,
So she might not repent her flurry.

Even though she is upset now,
I should patiently wait for her,
Us both together, life be wow!

She suffers a borderline personality disorder,
And I suffer its deranged consequences,
But I have not given up yet on her.
Of course, it was a relationship,
And every ship sails in waters,
Salt gets dissolved in water.

So she got bored when the salt subdued.
She is beautiful, young and youthful.
She shows the Borderline Personality Disorder.

It is marked by quick changes in opinions.

In BPD, people have dramatic changes in their interpersonal relationships, self-image, moods, and behaviour. Borderline personality disorder usually becomes evident in adolescence or early adulthood and becomes less common with age.

And her BPD is to be blamed for my loss.

Main poem rhyme scheme:
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B
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C
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C

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HP Poem #1287
©Atul Kaushal
Mary Ab Oct 2016
P===>Put everything aside, get away from your worldly problems, let your soul fly in the skies of faith by the starting point of "takbirat elihram" Allah is the Greatest , and everything is just none ...

R===> Relax your soul and refresh your mind , let your every vain of heart be filled with the purest glimpses of light, of pure love and eternal true belief ..

A===> Awaken your soul from its oblivion and remember that every single creature on earth is praying to Allah,  the Almighty ..

Y===> Yearn for paradise, imagine its eternal beauty and enchanting rewards with every move in your prayer ...


E===> Engage in your salât with the deepest concentration and embrace Allah's marvellous bounties on you ! Be a thankful grateful servant !

R===> Repent to your Lord whenever you sin ... Repentance is embedded in your salât, Allah is the most merciful , just be sincere and declare your honest repentance ...




Rule your life the way you want , YOU ARE THE LEADER OF YOUR OWN LIFE.  

أقم صلاتك ... تستقم حياتك !
by : Meriem.A
Salât : Islamic prayer
Phia Oct 2016
Be careful
Some times it's hard to tell salt from sugar,
I have found,
People are like that too.
Brent Sep 2016
Rain
slowly pouring down
as all the fragments of time, space,
and every dimension,
collide between every tear
that falls from your lover's eyes.

Rain
is nothing
but salty water.
JGuberman Sep 2016
my heart has turned you
into memories;
my mind, into
a pillar of salt.
when I think of you
in the present,
or spend nights alone
with my dreams of you,
my mind rubs against
my heart,
like salt in an open wound.

my mind has tuned you
into a bow;
my heart, into
strings.
when I speak of you
it is in past tense,
though you are very much alive---
it hurts less,
as my mind rubs against
my heart,
striking a melancholy song:
shuvi, shuvi,
v'nechezeh bach!"

---return, return,
let us gaze at you!
sol Aug 2016
loneliness is ten letters, but the thought of me ending without you because i never told you to kiss me is all i think about.
     there is nothing i am more afraid of then feeling alone because i don't have you, but yet i am terrified i will have you and still feel empty.
     kissing only lasts so long but i can still remember the taste of your lips -- honey and salt in the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter, for those who wonder -- and i still hear the way you whispered my name against my neck in my dreams.
two out of thirteen
a work-in progress
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