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With his head in his hands
And his heart on his sleeve
He closes his eyes against the light of day
And against his quiet despair
He pretends it is not real

But part of him knows
Deep down amongst half-remembered dreams
Emotions that appear from nowhere
And linger
Every cell of him knows

He knows a loss without closure
A conversation without words
Dreams without endings
And hoping without hope

He hears a knock on the door
But no-one walks in
He puts his head in his hands
And his heart on his sleeve
He pretends it is not real

                                           By Phil Roberts
Was formerly "Hidden Truth"
Aye Auh!
   O'Aye
One of the saddest poems of 2016
Eyes pop out
   All Eyes
Time to make more history!

Used to be me and, I dont remember if it's you?!
But I found myself crying over you
And each time, my tears made you laugh
The concentration of your poison in my body raised to the top
I can't remember if it's you?!
cause You made me blind
you spat in my eyes and tell me! that I am not your type?!!
O'Queen Cobra I will grab you by your tail and kiss you like a cheap *****!
O'Queen Cobra your beauty made me lose my sight, then you tell me that I am not your type?!
I don't give a **** if your Venom will **** me!
I will french kiss the last of your ****** reds
You heartless little *****!!!
Give me my ******* eyes back, I wanna See!
I wanna see other girls not you, GOSH PLEASE?!!
Hidden in her eyes
She says
She has forgotten me
Long, Long ago
That when the ocean calls her,
She doesn't play my name like Music in the back of her head

She says
She has forgotten me as If I no longer exist in the Stars she counts at night as if the moon only
lit for the dark
not for our goodbyes

She says
She has forgotten me
But I still see fragments of my love, Hidden in her eyes
It's here, You can see it up your atmosphere!
The heaven we all have feared is just right there!
but how sad, your name was not registered
Behold heaven has come, but hell has gone with everyone!
 Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
goddess
i'm searching.
searching for you in a crowd of people.
searching for your soul out of all of them.
searching for that light that drew me to you when we first met.
where did you go?
where is the soul that once captured mine?
where is that light?
i'm searching.
but i'm beginning to lose hope.
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—
’Tisn’t all Hock—with us—
Life has its Ale—
But it’s many a lay of the Dim Burgundy—
We chant—for cheer—when the Wines—fail—

Do we “get drunk”?
Ask the jolly Clovers!
Do we “beat” our “Wife”?
I—never wed—
Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons—
Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head—

While runs the Rhine—
He and I—revel—
First—at the vat—and latest at the Vine—
Noon—our last Cup—
“Found dead”—”of Nectar”—
By a humming Coroner—
In a By-Thyme!
All the walking books
I have yet to read;
the human hearts that beat.
Soon to be acquaintances
or lifelong friends.

Some come and go as surface dwellers.
Others stay,
and come to know you better;
the roots of the tree
that gave birth to its branches.

Reveal to me more
than your shallow surface,
I want to know the deeper you,
the intricacies
that make up who you are.

I will build a bridge
between your heart and mine,
listen to understand.
I will choose to climb the ladder
leaving judgment on the shelf below.

Be unafraid to trust in intimacy.

Hide no part of you
bare your scars to me
for I have them too
my love will only grow
in light of all you show.

Be courageous in faith.
Share with me the wear and tear
of a human heart
Lovers bearing scars,
bare to me all

the unpretty things that make you beautiful.

©achosenword
An extension of two earlier poems that seem to fit better together. I also wrote this because I have such a curiosity about people, a real desire to see beyond the mask of skin and get the know what's underneath; true beauty.
the light on the front porch
that leads me out from the storm,
the crackling in the fireplace
that keeps my cold soul warm,
the food lining the fridge shelves
that fill me when I'm starved,
and the blankets on the bed at night
that keep me bundled, safe from harm
Daniel Magner 2016
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