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Loose thoughts Mar 2015
Saturday Stings,
And all the lonely memories it brings,

Sundays Sufferings,
Slowly eating me up, expiered enduring,

Monday Moans,
Becoming motionless as silent stones,

Tuesday Tears,
Swept away by a sea of sobs,

Wednesday Worries,
Filling my mind overthought stories,

Thursday Thoughts,
Healing through our rewind past talks,

Friday Flashbacks,
Surviving on those life hacks,

___

Week after Week,
This continuously ongoing cycle,
I endlessly seek,
The day we once again meet.

~A.d | 12 Jan 2015
Mitel Chakma Mar 2015
I don’t have love for my life
even a bit –––
But I’m afraid of suicide.
Oh! DEATH come to me.
Take me to you.
And pull me into the endless dark.
And set me free forever.
From the pain I always suffer.
Loose thoughts Feb 2015
My predicaments, I can swallow.
Others sufferings, I cannot bear to leave hollow.

Behold, the joy held within a small meadow.
To you, I wish to rejoice and endow.

May the undesired disappear and not follow.
Any misfortune near you I will not allow.

Within that soul, blooming joy, no sorrow.
Lose no hope, thus there'll be a tomorrow.

Lose no hope, thus, there'll be a tomorrow.

~A.d | 10 Oct 2014
Sally A Bayan Dec 2014
I once passed by an old lady's garden,
Lined with colored rose bushes, it was like Heaven!
I stopped...I stood, admiring.
The roses were in full bloom that morning.
They were quite tall, like small trees side by side.
Then I noticed other walkers also stopped by.
Beside me, behind me, they were standing,
Sighing, admiring.

Any place, anywhere it stands,
Attention, it instantly commands
Its petals speak of beauty, of fragrance,
To some, they symbolize unspoken devotion.
Its different colors are known to represent
Feelings, specifically, lovers' emotions.

Underneath its hard spiked body, it still is soft.
Its thorns have sharp perfect points
A protective threat, so
inherent,
A powerful deterrent
For those with evil intent.

Its sweet-smelling petals become softer
When held by hands so tender,
To the birds and the bees, they are a teaser,
Butterflies, even dragonflies,
They cannot resist to perch...
We human beings
Can never resist a sniff, a touch,
Love is the stem of a rose, we still dare hold
We disregard the thorns so bold.
In life, there are pricking scares known, yet ignored.
Like the leaves of a rose, we have hidden spikes, our own stories untold,
Our hearts, our feelings are very delicate,
When the arrows hit, ...they're easy to captivate.

But you see,
A rose stands tall
Proud as a concrete wall,
It bows a bit, it gives way
When blooms bear too much weight,
When things seem to always be a prelude
And, we wait for trying moments to conclude.
But when a morning so new
Greets a rose with its cold, fresh dew
Miraculously, it again stands tall,
Proud as a concrete wall.
It survives through the seasons,
"Sleepy" in winter, not at all dying,
Just patiently waiting.
It speaks beyond words, beyond reasons,
For underneath,
It lives.
In its silence,
It survives.

A
rose will
never be a
rose, without its
rough surfaced
leaves and
tho
r
n
......s......
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Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan


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***For all the lady writers here on HP, named Rose, or otherwise...
We are all roses with thorns, with spikes in our lives---our stories untold,
poems yet to be shared, songs yet to be sung.....they bear weight...
still, we stand tall...***
Olivia Choi Nov 2014
I think I'm letting go

I think that it's time

For your sweet melodies to cease

And my sufferings to die

o.c.
Colette May 2014
little devil,
when will you leave me?

consume me,
fully.

eat me entirely.

*I don't want to suffer anymore.

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