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M V Jayan Jul 2015
The flower was there
Most innocently , soft, silky
Full of fragrance.
My mind couldn't hold.
It went over it,
Smelt & erupted in joy.
And the flower whispered:
Enough,
I'm fulfilled.
Poetic T May 2015
Do you see what I see
I am the news
******,
Death,
Suicide
Was It them or me
The lines are blurring
Between what was
And was is real
There is blood on my palms
Is it theirs, mine or yours
What is happening to me,
Screams of those lying on the floor
Tears,
Blood,
Fear
Fills the eyes as they no what is next,
What to expect, I whisper words
"Not spoken by my lips"
As I look a light  shines down
Am I ascending to heaven,
Then I look to my left, Televisions
Show my face in a ****** crowd.
"I made the news"
A face seen in a crowd of light,
"Freeze"
"Hand On Your Head"
I hear their words as I raise shaking hands
"I didn't do this"
"That's not what your hand says"
I glance up as a blade duck taped to
My quivering hand. blood drips off
And I see that reality is sinking in,
"Hands on your head"
As I realise everything was me,
"Last chance on you knees"
As blurred moments flood through,
"I am what I am"
"Hi mum if your watching I made the news"
As lead rains upon me, I look up and see
Light,
Fading,
Darkness,
Envelopes my sight, the last thing I hear is
My own voice
**"I made the news, I made........"
Dee Bach Sep 2014
I wanted to believe you.
I wanted to believe all the lies you told me.
I knew you were lying.
I knew from the beginning it was all just a game.
But yet every time you whispered,
Whispered into my ear how beautiful I am,
I believed.
Believed more than the last
That someone like you
Could ever care about me.
But now I know.
I don’t mean anything
To you.
I never did.
Nor ever will.
Sitting in my window seat
looking at the stars, the sky
blackish red, with tiny lights anew...

Setting sun was dreamy
with pink,
blues and purples and sometimes violet
shinning all at once ...

The sun sets, the sky darkens
and my love for you, skims through
ages of color, your touch, holds me
and it seeps through every cloud
every word, that you write, every heart
that rejoices, of colors...

As we lay in each others dreams
as we touch each other minds
.. the kiss I feel every time you speak,
every tear that falls that you brush away.....

Your pen sends love with every stroke
and as my heart breaks you kiss it thousand times
you the one that lifts me up and tells me ,
you that pushes me and touches my face
you that tells me i am worthy,
you my love that is everything ....

As the fire burns, as the love stirs
and I see you far away, the air stirs
the sun sets again.... and there it is
our colors mix inside our different worlds
but you love me anyway ....

The whispered words
between our souls, my red satin dress
twirling around our legs, as you dance me
into your life ....

Kisses forever... my love*

Debbie Brooks 2014

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