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 Dec 2017 jovy
Snehith Kumbla
the night is you,
you are the night

dark as thy tress,
deep as your eyes,

as the sea roars over
a lost bird's frantic cries,

the night is you
you are the night
 Dec 2017 jovy
Mariá Soleil
sometimes,
when we lay between the sheets
i forget the hours that tick by,
while you lay and keep watch.
your heart beat ticking
as the clock's hands wave by.

sometimes,
in a drunken haze,
the only prayer i can think to recite
is your name;
though you utter another's.

sometimes,
i thought i saw that minute twinkle in your eyes,
that died out long before
i had the chance to inscribe it;
sometime between those weary nights
and sleepless mornings,
stained with unspoken promises and
clouded regret.

sometimes,
i think you forget-
that my heart was always yours to keep,
though yours kept ticking
while mine remained frozen in time.
 Dec 2017 jovy
Coob
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 Dec 2017 jovy
Coob
I am my phone.
Every interaction I've ever experienced,
I have rehearsed or have done before with auto-corrected and predetermined results.
I have sent thousands of laughing emojis without making a sound.
I have typed I love you without feeling anything.
I have texted someone "I'm sorry" without a dollop of remorse.
Feeling is beyond my hardware and programming.
All I would need is a logo on my back and I would feel no more less human.
Hush...
Be still...
Try to remain silent.

Listen very closely...
Her pleading may be heard
As it is carried through the wind.
Her emotional appeal
Sounds desperate -
It is unbearable to an epath.
Her pleads are ever so faint
And gentle, they are far from violent.

Hush...
Be still...
It is her soul's agony
Which is vibrating
A disturbing frequency,
At such a rate that it constitutes
A wave.

Cries, which nature, alone,
Can hear and feel...
Cries, which shake the leaves free
From the branches of all the
Majestic trees; neither her soul
Nor the trees, can you save.

Hush...
Be still...
Can you feel the faint tremble  
Under your barefeet?

Hush...
Be still...
Rest your cheek upon the earth,
Feel her spirit, which is trapped
Deep down inside.
Inhale her essence- it is buried below,
In the fragrant moist soil...
Taste the droplets, she is in the dew;
Even in pain she is a soul
So gently sweet...
~ She is tinged with sadness--
Bittersweet.

By Lady R.F (C)2017* ⚘
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never an poem slain
slay
me
an
other day
reason has
no reason
now run
from
reason
you are all liars
never an poem slain
?
 Dec 2017 jovy
Jawad
BEGIN
 Dec 2017 jovy
Jawad
Look at tomorrow
Pink and blue are your eyes
Achieving the horizon

The fingers tremble
A sign
You are onto something, divine

The shift
When the mountains roar
What do you find?

Slow
Sweat
The wisdom of the tree

Together
We want to see the truth
Begin
Use your imagination to understand what this is about
 Dec 2017 jovy
Braxton Reid
All things must come to an end;
The day, the week, the minute.
Man counts the hour alone,
He stands upon his great throne.

I have counted all these things.
I have stood as all men stood.
Everything has lost its sheen;
I have done all that I could.

I think I like how it feels;
To lose each and every thrill.
To hold on by a small thread.
I walk with death as a friend.
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