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 Mar 2017 t
carolyn
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 Mar 2017 t
carolyn
i am scared that my memory is a tub full of water
that spills over every time more knowledge is put in
and that if i put in too much
the memories of you will spill out too
 Feb 2017 t
Murad Husain
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 Feb 2017 t
Murad Husain
Whenever we meet,
the world seems to be too dull to talk about!

Whenever you look into my eyes,
I get shaken to the core!

Whenever you talk,
I feel like reading the book I have never gone thru.

Whenever you walk,
The memory lane opens up I am destined to walk down!

Whenever you smile,
I feel like stealing a kiss from your lips.

Ah poetry, my long lost sweetheart!
We will be in each other all along.
 Feb 2017 t
theuniCornpoetry
Do you see the scars on her skin;
The healed burns and the wounds?
Do you see the way
she dances with her body
and speaks with her lips?
Look at the world her own eyes see,
and listen to the music her ears hear.

Who do you think you are
to say you own her?
When she obviously belongs to herself.
 Feb 2017 t
Unheard-of
Colourblind
 Feb 2017 t
Unheard-of
They say roses are red
and violets are blue
But what if I'm colour blind?

What if roses are blue
and violets are red

What if the grass is grey and the sun is black?

What If your love is fake?
You're a mistake.
But wait
Don't hesitate

To take your blue roses
and your red violets
with you

And give them to the next girl in line at the flower shop

Let's hope she's not colour blind too
 Feb 2017 t
Murad Husain
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 Feb 2017 t
Murad Husain
Tonight I am disassociating myself
from all the worldly belongings,
To be able to feel lighter and stronger!

Tonight I am letting go,
Not out of humility,
To be able to survive the pain!

Tonight I am getting into the dreamy shell,
To be able to get explicit clarity
on the journey called life,
Tonight I am transcending myself
from one to many ~~
 Feb 2017 t
Fucking tired
My eyes itch,
My throat burns
The coffee in the pots burnt
And my mugs cold

The TV's on in the backroom,
Someone's been skinned-
Stripped of all fleash-
Screaming,
Screaming,
Silence.

My computer screen stares back at me
And my eyes water at the light.
They try to close

My heart beats
Ba boom
Ba Boom
BA BOOM

Each thump hurts more and more

Typing, typing, typing

I love you

My mouth turns upright
And I feel my heart settle a bit

I love you too

Night

Night


Nicotine and coffee

I wiggle and scream
Much like the TV did
Only to wake to lonely silence

Shower and reheat the dark muddy drink
One quick cigarette
And

**Good morning my love,
       I've missed you.
 Feb 2017 t
Murad Husain
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 Feb 2017 t
Murad Husain
Pain could be useful,
It could break the shell,
The masks that we wear,
The camouflage that we hide ourselves with,
And the shallow relationship we get into.
Pain gives the strength to shine,
Only if we could hold on beyond our limits,
beyond all the godly things!!!
 Feb 2017 t
Q
Forces of Nature
 Feb 2017 t
Q
Walk through my soul forest
and sense
Anciently evergreen and wise
Fresh dampness deep with life

Rocket through my mind galaxy
and know
Burning nebulas of inspiration
Infinite dustings of thought constellations

Fall into my heart ocean
and taste
Tides brackish with emotional brine
Love foaming on shells and shorelines

Breathing life into my body
Blooming peace into my life
Take a moment to see me
And these natural forces of mine
 Feb 2017 t
Z Trista Davis
On snowstorm nights the lilac sky hangs in the balance,
Lighter than the feather it rises up, up, up like lost party balloons

And the stardust falls like old firework sparks between pricked hair
It lands on the ******* from fall like a crystalline white blouse over ***** ******* in frosty air

Cold-shivers are *******
And toes curl under sheets of ice

Footprints mar fresh womanhood
And shouts turn to ice as they leave blue lips

In spring they melt female to make way for testosterone sun
That burns snow skin like cattle brands— hot

They yell on fire-breath like acrobats in Arabian orange
Scorching feminine and leaving maleness in their wake
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