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A Lonely Soul Apr 2015
I feel like a stranger, 
Or an outsider as they say
Where would I go? 
When life and times are getting you down
just kick back and look around
if what you see now tell me true are a bunch of eyes looking back at you,
but don’t despise that look in they’re eyes
because their only admiring you
if only I could say, ” Don’t look at me that way.”
because my life is no better than yours
I haven’t a penny  for my troubles and my life is no better than yours,
So I say my friends, “Don’t lose your grins and your eyes so full of glee because thats what brings out the happiness you see in me.
Ezra Apr 2015
We all cough.
You hear it at home, outside,
Out the streets, in the subway,
"Ugh-Hhuh!"

If you think about it,
A world without coughs would be quite
strange,
Indeed.

Stranger perhaps than a world without love;
Coughs are ubiquitous; Love is not.
freeing the mind Apr 2015
It is strange, her feelings towards me,
One moment she is full of love ,
The next fills me with fear,
Creates a feeling of being trapped in my own home,
Never completely sure in which direction her feelings are going
She loves me because I am her daughter,
Dislikes me because I am me.
The expressions of love,
The shouts of anger,
Her feelings towards me, they are strange.
Sally A Bayan Dec 2013
(For Timothy)

Twas a short poem I was reading...
I had started writing my comments, when...
A very strange feeling rushed through me.
With very strange thoughts:

"This... has exactly happened before...
This poem, I have read before...
Written these very same thoughts before!"

Over and over, I blinked...I had to make sure...
But, all at once, one brief moment...
I found myself seated beside a grand piano,
By a wide ostentatious stairway,
In a bright, candle-lit mansion...
But, stranger still, while I was writing,
My eyes strayed to my right,
To a mirror by the wall...
I saw a handsome young man,
With slightly long curly hair,
Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt
And a pair of dark pants,
Holding paper and quill,
Looking back at me...

I was staring at myself!

I was holding a paper
Where I had written my thoughts
About a poem titled
"WILT...."

( November 5, 2013/ 2:00PM)

Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***Unbelievable, but true...Some months ago, I was reading Timothy's poem titled WILT....I was typing my comments, and then
I suddenly found myself there....in that strange setting.***
Alan S Bailey Mar 2015
In just moments*
All were blown away
By the exposure in red,
All I could think of
Was the pouring "blood,"
That my values were dead.
Focusing on my face,
The camera takes an image,
What I looked like seconds
Before my imagined carnage,
Unfolding right in front of the lens,
Spilling my feelings out for once.
Still I only dreamt of it every night,
I'd finally ended it now in hysteria,
Spraying  my worthless "blood" that
Spattered and ruined your camera.
Aditi Mar 2015
It is strange how you were drowning and he was the one who needed space

It is strange how he cut you open and you apologised for having bled

It is strange how he broke you and held a grudge against you for falling apart

It is strange how you took 99 steps and he stumbled on one

It is strange how he never had the time to read the poems you left in his mail

It is strange how you could have had the world but you kept settling for less.

Yes, it is strange
how love makes you the person you never thought you would become.
Notes (optional)
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Information is the key to success
So I traveled with my fellows to explore the world
Step by step they have gone towards unknown worlds
Step by step I had been walking
I had been walking through the dark and deep forests
I had been walking by the strange creatures
I had been observing beyond the east and west
I had been observing beyond the height of skies
I had been observing deep down the earth
I didn't ignore the galaxies
I didn't ignore the micro organisms
I was not fed up of the use of telescope
I was not fed up of having the taste of new and old eatables
At last I have explored a new world and
I have known one thing that I don’t know any thing
As everywhere You and I've find You!
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Gavin Betty Mar 2015
Tire swing sways,
on the dead willow tree,
Hanged with a noose,
Just like me,
A widowed wife's tears,
Rain down on  my soil,
A lonely sad mother,
Makes my blood boil.
I am your kin,
Do not leave me for dead,
I'm buried beneath your feet,
But I'm waiting under your bed.

The tire swing sways,
The minutes minutely mute,
My best friend always said,
Those thoughts will **** you.
Cecilie Andersen Apr 2014
What are words? Just some
random letters we have put together?
But what are words when you
really don’t mean them
when you say them?

Words can make somebody’s day.
Words can heal broken
hearts and souls.

Words can hurt someone.
Words can **** thousands of lives.
They can hurt more than
anything.

Sometimes we don’t
have any words left, sometimes
our mouths just won't open up
and speak. That’s silence.

Some words are better left unsaid.
Some words will be left unsaid,
when all you really want to do
is to tell how you feel, but the words
gets locked inside of your heart.

We use words every day,
but we don’t really think of
words in the real way.

Words are stronger than anything,
so never, ever use them the wrong way.
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