#pcseptember2016meandothers

Those Sunny days Nights with pleasant dreams Gloomy days Lonesome nights Beaming light Heartfelt rainy nights Heavy disheartening mornings Haunting nightfall Patchy light Unsteady darkness Hide tide Low tide The feelings stewed towards Others What bittersweet seasons

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Sep 19, 2016

Sep 19, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC

mazzy

Bittersweet Seasons

Those Sunny days Nights with pleasant dreams Gloomy days Lonesome nights Beaming light Heartfelt rainy nights Heavy disheartening mornings Haunting nightfall Patchy light Unsteady darkness Hide tide Low tide The feelings stewed towards Others What bittersweet seasons

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It was a gloomy night, I remember it now like it was yesterday, No stars shone for they were out of sight, Quiet on her perch she swayed. She always sang to me the sweetest tunes, As a reward for reading her one of her favorite stories, Who knew this would have been the last time that I would have seen her underneath the moon, Where she has gone will always be an unsolved mystery. I soon learn how to move on, Both for her and for me, Even though in my sorrows , pains and griefs, I know that my little nightingale is free. Jonesy 2016 ©

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC

segirah-jones

The Night My Nightingale Flew Away

It was a gloomy night, I remember it now like it was yesterday, No stars shone for they were out of sight, Quiet on her perch she swayed. She always sang to me the sweetest tunes, As a reward for reading her one of her favorite stories, Who knew this would have been the last time that I would have seen her underneath the moon, Where she has gone will always be an unsolved mystery. I soon learn how to move on, Both for her and for me, Even though in my sorrows , pains and griefs, I know that my little nightingale is free. Jonesy 2016 ©

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What planet of my life Is there anytime? In the front door on my own Blue butterfly upon the air As my world is our last word To see many people will forget Whereismymemory. Mission of compassion To save the day before I Who is on the ground When is love and wisdom Of all walls against Whereismyhelp. Colours of Shadows In which I am alive For whatever reason I rise Away with it or not But why would the key disappear I did it for whereismyworld. By K-mari ©2016

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC

KAJ

Whereistheworld

What planet of my life Is there anytime? In the front door on my own Blue butterfly upon the air As my world is our last word To see many people will forget Whereismymemory. Mission of compassion To save the day before I Who is on the ground When is love and wisdom Of all walls against Whereismyhelp. Colours of Shadows In which I am alive For whatever reason I rise Away with it or not But why would the key disappear I did it for whereismyworld. By K-mari ©2016

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Do you mean the ones who live on the other side? Clear across the ocean, two miles in from the tide? The ones that live with little means or the ones that live like we were meant to? That work, play, stress, fear, and cry, just like we do? The men who were created from the earth and the women from Adam's rib? The ones who fall asleep staring at the same galaxies wondering if we're all there is? Do you mean the ones in straw houses near dirt roads? That learn how to survive on the land and wear the clothes that they sew? Others and me, I'm sorry, pardon me... I'm just slightly confused Because when I think of them, I think of me I can't separate the two.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC

paperclippoems

Others Who?

Do you mean the ones who live on the other side? Clear across the ocean, two miles in from the tide? The ones that live with little means or the ones that live like we were meant to? That work, play, stress, fear, and cry, just like we do? The men who were created from the earth and the women from Adam's rib? The ones who fall asleep staring at the same galaxies wondering if we're all there is? Do you mean the ones in straw houses near dirt roads? That learn how to survive on the land and wear the clothes that they sew? Others and me, I'm sorry, pardon me... I'm just slightly confused Because when I think of them, I think of me I can't separate the two.

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All around the world The day comes of deep colours To rehearse things That are really trueful. I care about cradle of clouds Above my head Black beetles to show oppression Into their words When I am my everything, my friend. Celebration of friendship on the road Happy whether they help or not As the sky give an reflection as pure Then I will have a day of everything. By K-mari ©2016

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC

KAJ

A day of everything

All around the world The day comes of deep colours To rehearse things That are really trueful. I care about cradle of clouds Above my head Black beetles to show oppression Into their words When I am my everything, my friend. Celebration of friendship on the road Happy whether they help or not As the sky give an reflection as pure Then I will have a day of everything. By K-mari ©2016

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I would like to say that I am not selfish but I would be wrong I think we are all born this way and before you disagree with me Think about it.... We are all constantly in the Pursuit of Happiness We want to escape from whatever is making us unhappy or suffering No one wants to be miserable (all the time) There are lots of ways to do this There are many choices out there Even when you are thinking of others It is of some benefit to you because making others happy Makes yourself happy This is just the way I see it I know some will disagree and that is okay It doesn't make us bad people To want to be happy It just makes us human

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Sep 8, 2016

Sep 8, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC

melissa-s

Me and Others

I would like to say that I am not selfish but I would be wrong I think we are all born this way and before you disagree with me Think about it.... We are all constantly in the Pursuit of Happiness We want to escape from whatever is making us unhappy or suffering No one wants to be miserable (all the time) There are lots of ways to do this There are many choices out there Even when you are thinking of others It is of some benefit to you because making others happy Makes yourself happy This is just the way I see it I know some will disagree and that is okay It doesn't make us bad people To want to be happy It just makes us human

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right side or left side? *we are always in between-- fighting our inner demons. we have freedom to choose-- choices that make us who we are.* what are you going to choose?

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Sep 8, 2016

Sep 8, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC

itsgonnamakesense

fish(SELF)less

right side or left side? *we are always in between-- fighting our inner demons. we have freedom to choose-- choices that make us who we are.* what are you going to choose?

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As i stare through my glass window, I see your face; sun-kissed, Your eyes match the sunrise that i admire so much. All is still. A silent breeze disturbs the movement, As the sun says goodbye for the day. Again I see your face, All is clear now, What I am looking at, A vast reflection of what i used to be. I was like the sunrise, People couldn't wait until I was " Up in the sky," But now they treat me like the sunset, As beautiful as i am in the sky, They can't wait until i drift down (out of sight). Jonesy 2016 ©

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC

segirah-jones

As I Stare Through My Glass Window......

As i stare through my glass window, I see your face; sun-kissed, Your eyes match the sunrise that i admire so much. All is still. A silent breeze disturbs the movement, As the sun says goodbye for the day. Again I see your face, All is clear now, What I am looking at, A vast reflection of what i used to be. I was like the sunrise, People couldn't wait until I was " Up in the sky," But now they treat me like the sunset, As beautiful as i am in the sky, They can't wait until i drift down (out of sight). Jonesy 2016 ©

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*There is no I without Me There is no Me without Others Others highlight Me Uniqueness defines Me from Others Others create someone in Me Those are connected with Me are Others Some stay and some leave At the end of Me,no Others would join Me No joining of Me when others walk away Only one thing remains true No Me or Others but only We!*

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC

prathipa-nair

Only We

*There is no I without Me There is no Me without Others Others highlight Me Uniqueness defines Me from Others Others create someone in Me Those are connected with Me are Others Some stay and some leave At the end of Me,no Others would join Me No joining of Me when others walk away Only one thing remains true No Me or Others but only We!*

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I have set my heart to rest in the palms Of so many others, each a spiralling hate grown from the echoes of differences but I guess I've come to regret my mistakes. I have loved as much as I have lost Watched the tides take love from me like a kite caught between the drifts of stormy winds Just hoping that one day things will be alright. Maybe I trusted myself with too many others, screamed 'here take a piece of my heart... do what you want with it because I trust you Not to ever break it into pieces and parts'. I never did learn, what it was like to not trust And I guess doing so, I drew the short end of a twisted stick, just some sick game to those Who saw it fun to break hearts over and over. I look around, I see people filled with life Filled with joy, I look at a mirror and I see a desperate cry for help that goes unheard because of all the things unsaid like simply 'I love you and I hope you do too'. I guess me...and others...we weren't meant to be We weren't meant to ever be lovers. So I write this dedicated to those who I've loved... And those who I have lost. *'A part of me will always remember what we had And you might not think you had an impact But I guess you gave me a piece of myself I never knew that I ever had. You have a piece of my heart- And you can keep it; I won't need it where I'm going...'* From: Someone you once knew, and someone who needs to forget.

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Sep 3, 2016

Sep 3, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC

dissipate

Me and Others...

I have set my heart to rest in the palms Of so many others, each a spiralling hate grown from the echoes of differences but I guess I've come to regret my mistakes. I have loved as much as I have lost Watched the tides take love from me like a kite caught between the drifts of stormy winds Just hoping that one day things will be alright. Maybe I trusted myself with too many others, screamed 'here take a piece of my heart... do what you want with it because I trust you Not to ever break it into pieces and parts'. I never did learn, what it was like to not trust And I guess doing so, I drew the short end of a twisted stick, just some sick game to those Who saw it fun to break hearts over and over. I look around, I see people filled with life Filled with joy, I look at a mirror and I see a desperate cry for help that goes unheard because of all the things unsaid like simply 'I love you and I hope you do too'. I guess me...and others...we weren't meant to be We weren't meant to ever be lovers. So I write this dedicated to those who I've loved... And those who I have lost. *'A part of me will always remember what we had And you might not think you had an impact But I guess you gave me a piece of myself I never knew that I ever had. You have a piece of my heart- And you can keep it; I won't need it where I'm going...'* From: Someone you once knew, and someone who needs to forget.

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I draw a stark contrast with my parents... Though I am more similar to my dad now, I was closer to my mother when I was a kid.. Both are traditional and strict vegetarians, I am a strict omnivorous who'd eat meat. I have stark contrast with my siblings too... I exist actually but they don't even virtually, They do not exist and I am just so very lonely.. I can only always just miss them so very much, They are only so hypothetical like the happy me. But I do draw some parallels with few friends... Even they are lonely now after finally growing up, My friend Madhur has had a really sweet singing voice.. That's how we are best friends for the remainder of our lives, He only lacks practice as there is a weird husk to his voice now. We rocked together, me & Madhur, surely... They, our parents, say we would keep jamming, Till the middle of the night would descend on both.. That's how we composed some songs rocking together, We both lack practice as my playing hand is incapable now. My body is 42% physically challenged, sadly... But I have my limbs intact with the injured brain, I am posed with allegations of me always faking it.. So yes, I will confess today, yes I can only fake it now, But what do I fake? The smiles and the happiness I mean.

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC

Atul

Me and Others

I draw a stark contrast with my parents... Though I am more similar to my dad now, I was closer to my mother when I was a kid.. Both are traditional and strict vegetarians, I am a strict omnivorous who'd eat meat. I have stark contrast with my siblings too... I exist actually but they don't even virtually, They do not exist and I am just so very lonely.. I can only always just miss them so very much, They are only so hypothetical like the happy me. But I do draw some parallels with few friends... Even they are lonely now after finally growing up, My friend Madhur has had a really sweet singing voice.. That's how we are best friends for the remainder of our lives, He only lacks practice as there is a weird husk to his voice now. We rocked together, me & Madhur, surely... They, our parents, say we would keep jamming, Till the middle of the night would descend on both.. That's how we composed some songs rocking together, We both lack practice as my playing hand is incapable now. My body is 42% physically challenged, sadly... But I have my limbs intact with the injured brain, I am posed with allegations of me always faking it.. So yes, I will confess today, yes I can only fake it now, But what do I fake? The smiles and the happiness I mean.

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