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 Aug 2015 Tryst
Hanna Kelley
You are my light
And I can't live without you
Please don't leave me in the dark
 Aug 2015 Tryst
GaryFairy
alcohol
 Aug 2015 Tryst
GaryFairy
it's the american dream
freedom and great gain
i can't fit that picture
inside of the frame

it's a book of fiction
it's like a no win game
soul caught, get me off
***** is my only friend

i can't see that image
inside of my brain
why can't i get the picture
to fit within the frame

if alcohol's so bad
why does it **** the pain?
soul lost, get me off
make me whole again
suppose you aren't assured of the next meal
upon your head rules the sky
maggots are feeding on your free will
better seems the option to die.

suppose you've none to give company
not a soul to call your own
days seem to crawl with no hurry
nights only make you more alone.

suppose open road is where you stay
sometimes a tree to beat the sun
people are bent on moving away
you've no home for day-end run.

suppose you've nothing called privacy
can't afford the luxury of shame
you relieve yourself for all to see
don't recall if you ever had a name.

suppose you've to scavenge from dustbin
your dignity is trampled like road's dirt
could they all make you feel a poem within
write a line crystalline in your heart?
like dead leaves they fall
to the scissors ruthlessly mean
some on the ground aimlessly crawl
some in the air spin!

drooping eyes rue losing them
so does the lightened head
a sigh falls for all those slain
with little chance to be remade!

quietly drop on the white linen
the slaughtered by considered choice
once nurtured upon the brain
erstwhile silken joys!

a breezy walk out in sunshine
can't take the weight off mind
somewhere inside is heard a crying
of the ones scattered behind!
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Nancy E Tracy
If words can move you to faraway places
or open your heart as you read,
or sit in your mind
for hours at a time
It's poetry

If you rhyme or compose at every suggestion
of things that you hear or you see,
or if there's an obsession to write it all down
It's poetry

If you put down your fork on its way to your mouth
so you can pick up a pen
and jot down a note,
you are definitely a poet too.
(Courtesy of:  Mike Essig)

If you think that you're different
You are

If you wonder about
or have any doubt
of whether or not you're a poet
You are
(Whether you like it or not)
(Thanks to HP poet  Mike Essig for the added line)
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Sumina Thapaliya
The war between mind and heart,
Blood flows in form of tears
I should have done this
But what I did is right
I cant close my eyes
disturbing light of starts
The world is against you
but you should have your words
I cant control the others
But should care my owns
They tried to broke into the pieces
Where should I go leaving you
When I can't take breath without you.
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