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M Feb 2016
Breathing,
Feeling,
Crushing weight of heartbreak healing.

I am walking,
I am singing;
I am living,
I am being.  

It's raining sunshine;
I'm sweating ice.

The painter is blind,
The pianist is deaf,
The poet is illiterate.
You are inconsiderate.

At best.

-

I am walking.
Ten miles yesterday.
Talking
One hundred miles an hour, looking for a way-
Some way- to keep myself alive.

I am singing.
Bourbon fueled ballads of confusion
Not quite dancing, my body is swinging
In ways reminiscent of your delusion:
Somehow you thought you couldn't thrive.

I am living.
I am soaking up Earth.
I am forgiving
You for my hell. I am acknowledging your worth.
Not everything of me did you deprive.

I am being.
I am in the present
I am seeing
Clearly, we came and went.
Now, I still hope for your well being.

-

For your sun speckled eyes to shine down at someone, one day, you'll love.
For your violent mind, one day, to calm.
Your pressured heart; your unfinished art.

For your captive spirit to be free again.
For the wanderer inside you to be found again.

I picture
The mountaintops we threw our brains over
The cities I traced for you
The shoes you laced, the adversity we faced...

I still hope

You find those things one day
In your poor racked brain:
Turn them over,
Read the dates stamped on the back
like old Polaroids.
Letting them dance through your mind
Leaving imprints
Inspiring new bounds, new footprints.
I know this will never reach him, I know he will never see his name across this screen. He doesn't care about me anymore. I still hurt immensely, but last night I found- for the first time- I hoped he could be happy.
Shay Feb 2016
And my mind often wanders to think of all those who have the most beautiful souls and the kindest hearts,
and how they're always the victims of the mind who wish they could just breathe their last -
how unfair it seems to me that those who give the most to everything and everyone
are the ones that are the most disconsolate and stuck in a darkness where they can't find the sun.
~~
Sometimes I try to remember
those things I have forgotten
moving as the ember
suffering seasons as a rotten

when we were wandering
on the known river of a little boat
even more than trending
while passed beside the distant road

what I left!

Find the broken bridge
between me and my brotherhood
still I'm searching,
my first overcoat of the childhood

I find the images of my father,
brother with my mother
and among them I,
a lovely guy,
see the stars together

I scatter,
when see the clouds gather
and which has broken my shelter
as like as a strong hood

Again I find my first overcoat
of the childhood
maybe I left in the lost boat
which still sailing me away
in the dreams..

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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Awkward writer Feb 2016
I wonder if I could be something more, someone else. Like all those wanderers, if I could ever afford a luxury called freedom. And then I could fall in love with people I have never met and places I have never been to. And if I could ever go out for an aimless walk in the dark, On the roads that lead to no where, For no eyes will wait for me and no ears will search for my name in every echo.Like all those poets, I wish I could ever bleed words,
weave stories.
Although life is tough, but I wish If I could ever decode those thoughts on paper.
Like all those artists, if I could ever discern those illusions. If I could be something more than a mediocre, more than a commoner. free to break the rules, free to get swirled.
if I could be a giant, in this little man's world.❤
Syiera Rose Jan 2016
Sitting lightly,
Sweetly romancing me.
The droplets of rain dancing on the lake behind me.
Singing, the birds are loudly singing
Songs so sweet, they have me daydreaming.
Of when the time will come
When it is only you and i
Sitting side by side.
Walking hand in hand.
From this to a distant land.
I write all my poems. If you would like to use any of my writing, I ask that you ask my permission or inform me that you will be using them.
that is the least you could do.
Thank you.
Randi Jan 2016
Oh, but your eyes,
Your eyes were galaxies,
Stars and nebulae—
A wonder to get lost in,
Wandering through constellations.

How come I couldn't find you?
Batool Jan 2016
He let, his soul, loose
purposefully
to get lost in the
dark alleys
of forbidden land
wandering
with nowhere to go
searching
for his missing pieces
leaving behind
nothing
but a faint trace
of his scent mixed with hope
in the acrid air
hope...
that someday
someone will actually
make an effort
to find his lost soul
and make him
complete.
Sourodeep Dec 2015
Each day starts with a smile;
the cool light breeze
greets me on this uncertain mile.
belbere Nov 2015
i apologise,
i'm well aware
it's illegal to use
pictures of people
without their permission,
but your image
wanders through my
fantasies with no
regard for roadblocks
or boundaries, and
frankly, i'm tired
of throwing photographs
away.
what i lack in sleep i make up for in daydreams
Aizzur Festejo Nov 2015
You don't know me
I don't know too
Still not a clue.
May we find ourselves
I'm here to find out
My eyes are still blue.
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