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Mahdiya Patel Apr 2016
Goodnight
I hope you fall into a thick dreamland where the colours of reality begin to mistify and the hues of your temporal paradise begin to solidify.
May you weep with excitement due to the aura it brings, may you find contentment in the air as you wake and may my love reach you ~ half across the world
Secret-Author Mar 2016
The wall shall not divide you,
Not in terms of one or two,
Instead it shall be loved ones,
Who hold the heart sliced through,
And should they share their daily bread,
Or offer sips of wine,
One must remember, that after all,
I am not their kind.
SD Jan 2016
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Uptill now I think about you are only mine
But after listening your new theory.
Sorry I can't say anything...
Please atom attach me with you with the help of your covalent bond.
Please can't energies with your friends(electron) and your mind(nucleus) and repell me in your outermost orbit
Only you are my hydrogen and I am your single electron
Please you not make yourself as helium lithium or any other
Only remain hydrogen for my whole life....
After somedays we make our dutarium and tritium and enjoying our joyful life
Please you can't try to stable...
Please remain unstable as my hydrogen forever.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
m i a Jan 2016
divorce.*
the point in which two hearts are no longer one.
the point in when two souls are no longer one.
the point in when lovers become strangers.
the point in which love is no longer visible.
the point in which marriage vows no longer matter.
the point in which a girl's heart shatters.
the point in which a girl no longer believes in love.*
**di(vo)rc/e.
not much of a poem, just a vent really. I hope you all have had a better new years /eve/ then i did. <3
solEmn oaSis Nov 2015
on the 6th day of January
a baby boy were born namely
Solomon E. Sicio,
he was the 7th child as recorded too.
5 years later,,,he learned how to write,sing and the eagerness to listen
1 day,,, bcoz of his thirst and hunger..he roved around to the kitchen
HEY ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? voiced over by his eldest brother
Oh Kuya come and look,how should i cut this lime? I GOT WONDER!

kuya Sonny took the knife- begun to talk and started to demonstrate.
so he'd enlightened from then on and used to love playing such a mind game,
times gone by,he uses 2 nickname--"Sol or MON" on his 3rd grade.
But he hates the feeling when he is already 8 years old.Less than a decade
.............has just past again-he decided to grew up and be matured enough!
Until now----out of 9 of his brethren ,,,don't know his caliber for being tough
,,,,but 4 of his best-friend really knew how he draw the character named
san Goku
and he finally entered to the nation of hp world,,and want to say............
HOW HE LOVES AND HATE TO PLAY THE GAME SO CALLED ...**sudoku
special thanks to Hidden agenda for the poem of its own
entitled Am I Thirsty or Hungry?
,,,,,,
when i read that.. i just wanna share also, some sort of bedtime stories
i've been doing to my son and daughter
:a seven and six years old children of mine without their mother
because me and my wife are currently living in seperate lives !
Luna Casablanca Oct 2015
Blasting from its peak,
Towering over itself back in its water surface.
Light underneath electricity beckons for a sight.
The sound of the splashing.
How I just need to watch despite disobey.
Speaking from my thoughts,
Mouth moving as my mind is dying.
Memories shared are never accepted.
Just want to bring us all together as this fountain blasting in the dark with a little
Light underneath the waters height.
Is as big
As this drama.
We are farther apart
Than
The peak of the fountain
And the water to
Keep it
Stable.
What I wouldn't do
To bring us back again
And we circle hand in hand.
Lift our hearts up
If we were still
Like a fountain.
No matter how far we are,
My independence grows on its own.
I just sit and fall in love with the light that shines in the water.
I'm thinking
Of how
We used to
Be.
MsAmendable Aug 2015
Wooden love,
Forgotten like old bones
And memories

XxXx

Lies settle uneasily on her skin
Like thick perfume choking
All who are near

XxXx

Wisps of dust
Curl into the rising air
Like invisible smoke

XxXx

Exquisite telling
Of the corpse;
Sparkling wine and cold fingers

XxXx

Do not touch
the shameless broken glass
That lie like crushed diamonds

XxXx

Two buses
Full of empty people
Pass blindly

XxXx

Rising towers of ice
A complex of cages,
And we call it beautiful

XxXx

This is the way the world ends
(World ends, world ends)
Not with a bang but a whisper

XxXx

Because we are the hollow men
And there is never rest
For a lost boy
Zay Jan 2015
We said
It won't stop
But it's too late
I pressed the brakes
Threw away
Everything we gained
With all at stake
Out the window
No more crying
No more pain
All that we knew
All our beliefs
Tossed em out the trash
For my own relief
Yet I'm the one
Filled with sorrow at night
Rereading the letter
Thought I was making things right
How long will it take
To accept the end?
How will I view us
As just friends?
People always sympathize towards the person who got dumped, but they fail to realize, the person doing the dumping is going through pain as well.
nichole r Jun 2014
she separated from her group of friends,
no,
she separated from
e v e r y o n e .
eventually, everyone stopped trying to talk with her,
they stopped yearning for her happiness.
except him.
the ache inside his bones was stronger than ever
and he wanted to caress her arms and whisper
"you are okay we are okay are you okay"
but his fear kept him back.
what could a girl like that, as alone as she now is,
want with a guy like him?
this is part of a story told in poetry I wrote.
nichole r Jun 2014
my breath fogs up the glass,
wet vapor forming puffs
on the surface.
I raise my hand
and pound,
the sound is deafening
but the boom is only in my ears.
for they are separated
they hear only
the warm flickering candles
that smell like apple cinnamon.
the glass is chilled
against my closed fist
it freezes my fingers
and glues them together
but I know
that it is warm
loke their heavy breaths
on the other side.
I scream
but at the same time
they joyously laugh
and their happiness
drowns out my pain
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