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Hisham Alshaikh Jul 2018
You laugh
Angels weep out of jealousy
Devils have no single conspiracy
Demons dancing in harmony
Men hearts go broken with no remedy
Women eyes tearing continuously
Violins break out of envy terribly
Composers have no more creativity
Music plays with no melody
Silence starts listening joyfully
Happiness laughters left in agony
Beautiful words describe nothing but misery
Tulip flowers become colorless shamefully
Believers lose their faith immediately
Infidels drop their convictions instantly
Hearts start beating rapidly
Lungs oxygenating quickly
Living ones laying listening carefully
The dead come back miraculously

--Hisham Alshaikh
You Laugh. Version 1.
Its hard to not to forget
that they tortured our memory
motivated by pain
no
motivated by love
love for the living
we are trying to reach the living
those sensitive to nature still
not desensitized
by the construction of whiteness
trying to reach those uninterrupted
by the temporary dominance
desperation pretending to be evolution
hearts beating apathy to death
hysterical neglect of our trauma
native tint in our eyes
take our minds back
from the product
whose profits are imperialism
give them back to dancing
revolution starts in the movement of the hips
a cou de tat of sway
no one knows what you are
no matter how confident they seem
dance with your eyes closed
looking deep inside
do not get stuck in its reflection
the hysterical reflection
dance like every military just surrendered
into our hearts
the living are with you now
can you feel them in your sway
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Britney Lyn Jan 2018
Cannot sleep, all these memories are haunting me; purple and blue, a gift from you.
Will they stay? When will they fade?
To die like the happiness that seems to have left me, oh so heavy.
Take this heart, stomp out all the little pieces you created, all the pieces that you hated.
Hide my face away from the hidden, show me only to the blind.
Trust is not something that is easily given, especially from this heart of mine.
Lying on the ground, where you struck me down; battered, betrayed, I pray for the day.
Someone save me, for I am too shattered to do so myself, someone save me from this life that is my ****.
Help.
I wrote this piece 6 years ago today.
aquis Sep 2018
love
was so easy
so much fun
like hide and seek
the one i looked for
and hid from
changed each time
i played it

as I fell in love
so quickly

my eyes saw
their beauty
my ears heard
their jokes
oh so funny

-

true love
was nothing like it
when I finally felt it
it changed my being

so easy
yet so crazy
made me silly happy
oh so dizzy

it wasn’t hide and seek
truth or dare, a better fit
but in this version
you told and did
without the other player
asking it

and in the middle
there wasn’t a glass bottle
but two blue hearts made of paper
beating, only together

as I fell in true love
so deeply

my eyes saw their beauty
and my ears heard their story
that ended happily
For my true love...
grace Dec 2017
you* *should sleep.

i can't. are you   tired?

no, i wanna talk to you.

sunlight streaming through windows,
       soft skin,
             a dream with warm brown eyes,
a sleepy snowfall of kisses and snowflakes stuck to eyelashes,
   honey spilling over the floor,
              love spilling through lips,
sleep stuck under fingernails and pulling mouths into long drawn out yawns,
              the night leaving its soft bruises under eyes,
hearts beating slow as the sun creeps its way up through the sky,
              time dripping like molasses

goodnight

goodnight

i love you

*i  love you too
I met a girl at the market
Near the frozen foods
She reached into her pocket
She said she had some news

She tells me she likes roses
She speaks of things not real
She’s seems to be dramatic
But she’s got *** appeal

I ask her for her number
She asks me for a pen
Just tell me what the digits are
I’ll remember it in my head

After our encounter
I headed back to home
I got to fantasizing
What the future holds

I spoke to her this morning
We finally set a date
To meet out for some coffee
At the local neighborhood cafe

She was tentative at first,
She finally agreed
I picked her up at seven
In a limousine

She seemed to be befuddled
As to what was going on
I handed her some roses
Then told her to c’mon

We went and had a real good time
Her smile was infectious
When it was time for us to leave
I asked for her attention

I reached to kiss her on the cheek
It was then she started blushing
A simple kiss that’s all I ask
Our lips together touching

She agreed and so we kissed
Things started to get heated
It was then she bit my lip
Something I wish were not repeated

I took her home and said goodbye
Thanked her for a real good time
She said I’ll see you soon I guess
Maybe for some wine

She stole my heart
She robbed me blind
Inside my chest
You could not find
A heart that’s beating
overtime
Oh, do you love me?
Will you open up your heart to me
and sing to me a song of love
that shall make the angels weep?
Oh, do you really love me?
Like a mother love her child
and pledge your beating heart
forever to me
for as long as time can ever be.
Oh, would lay with me
upon a bed of stone?
And search for the a million years
until you find me
and forever make your home in my arms.
Oh, tell me
How can I plumb the depths
of your soul
and measure the love in your heart?
Oh, when in the mist of night
when I gaze upon the moon's shining orb
as it floats high upon the midnight sky
as it follows a path among the wispy clouds  of night
through  the starry heavens.
Oh, like some ancient god
from a long forgotten time
in a chariot of silver and gold.
Oh, in the midst of the  night
when all the world has gone to rest
and I in my solitude
gaze upon that silvery sphere
does your eye with me
oh wherever in this world you are?
And then do you ever remember me?
the one  you mean all the world to
And whose life he would give
for single kiss
from your precious lips.
Oh, my angel dove
how I pray to my father above
that a heart of flesh
beats within
and not a heart of cold stone.
Oh, don't you know
that my heart only beats
to give life
to my blood and bone.
Oh, but your heart when it beats
brings life to my soul
when it beats for me.
Oh , bear your beating heart to me
and let our souls become as one
and as one ever be
through time without end.
CK Baker Dec 2016
~ Ode to Joy ~

White gold ambassador
canine past eight
soul seekers ascend
(from cirque to seven)
to peak
to peak
to peak

Saddlerock spearhead
ptarmigan
and flute
Christmas trees
in winter glades
over dusted crystal scape

Fissile (eiger) sanction
open shale and tusk
indiscriminate members
roll the bluffs
and ice falls
above the
north face steep

dead dawn silent
breathless, bitter cold
the beating hearts
and brahmas
warm the spirit
of pakalolo
CK Baker Mar 2017
the walls of inside passage
look the same
from sound to straight
tugs and plugs
dot the coastline
as the quartermaster rolls
giving time for evening glare  

pods are in sequence
as the high tail smashes
and jaws at the krill
white bellies and sea cows
bob and weave
as bow heads glide
over haida gwaii  

northern lights dance
and tlingit chant
as the tide settles softly
on savory shores
their getting hungry in hoonah
as the blue back and beating drums
mark the life blood of the sea  

driftwood nets
and sitka spruce
surround the cook house
ravens and tinhorns
man the scullery
kerosene lamps flicker
as clam shells roast
on open flames  

villagers stroll
on pebbled sand
in the harbor of souls
where ships set sail
on might and mass
into the steady winds
of the golden skies


ice fields (to the north)
of kryptonite blue
cutting hills at
a glacial pace
knuckle clouds
above the snowline
where warlocks
craft a hidden trade  

trappers, skinners
muscle shoals
grizzly feasts
in kodiak bowl
determined pilgrims
on a dead horse trail
in search of gold
the holy grail
...my heart beating hard,
My mind going crazy. . .

That outfit, those heels,
My mind going crazy. . .

How do I contain this?

How do I stop it?

...my heart beating hard,
My mind going crazy. . .

That outfit, those heels,
My mind going crazy. . .

How do I work?

How can I think...

Without you in my life?
...my heart beating hard,
My mind going crazy. . .

Crazy For You

crazy over you
That outfit, those heels,
My mind going crazy. . .
crazy over
-* you. *-
Ashari Ty Jul 2018
If it wasn't for a beating
I wouldn't have fallen
And felt how soft grass could be

I wouldn't have seen
How opportunities are
As wide as the sky

I wouldn't have noticed
How sunlight can still
Seek around the tree leaves

I wouldn't have thought
How stars are way greater
Than what's in most's visions

I wouldn't have realized
How many one can
Learn from defeat
Defeat is just a process. You might as well embrace its existence. ;>
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2018
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The Instigation:
Edmund  Black, commenting on “weary weighted,”

I agree with Kim; This is poetry at its best :)“

<•>

both of you shush!

there is no “better” in poetry

mine yours theirs, alive or not,

just gasps tears and blood
whimsical smiles and isles
cuts and burns of pained revelations,
hidden in fog,
that words try to delete away,
through the shrouded mists of
human tissues,
unconstrained by the
bounded shape
of the human cell,
our first, our own
self-imposed jail

tissue, too,
baby soft, or,
purple beating majestic bruised blotches
by those weaklings whose
kindness never
fully developed;  
or old man mine whose
skin cells erodes, so poems and light
weary weighted, lightly flake off
for your “betterment”
mostly tho for worse

good humans all await,
in patientce lightly hidden,
residents of dark sunspots
in the glaring existence exposer
of the unlit lighthouse whose time will come

they get it

how we get there unimportant

get there

GET THERE

get there
that is the poetic
mission critical

no path best or style preferred-
no compare just, but,
any path that
lifts and elevates,
to the commonplace


the common place

where all costarred, universal,
where common is the temple mount
of highest praise, holy smoke rising,

a place that
that discloses and closes,
is scribed/described honestly as
a connective,
which is the simplest
successive

call my poems,
blessedly common!

that an honorable,
so gladly accepted
and
so much more meaning-full
than merely best or better



for that,
I’d gladly weep,
for no praise
ever been
bettered





8/2/18 406pm
on the jitney to my isle
the instigation: Edmund black › “weary weighted, I agree with Kim .... This is poetry at its best :)“
patty m Nov 2017
Sharp evening birds shadow the sun
setting across the water;
in dreams the ocean
comes to full river.
Many times we've climbed this bridge
weeds changing the color of the water,
stirring glints of conversation
the uplift in the veins
beating a flight to autumn.

I hear your string of broken bird call
raucous and wild
as years turn it to echo;
Startling paleness
a reverie of winter's chill
how boneless is bird flight.
the solace of wings.
                    
Now there is only one
                                      where once there were two.  

          clipped wings
          the imprint of fossils
          the rain's guilty tones
          smearing the dirt

Planks wobble,
                            set as they are
                                                    haphazard­, uneven.

Now there's a blur of impressions,
                                  the nonsensical strings in a litany of sound
                                                           ­                                 
Today,
. . . reflecting on  you,
I walk this bridge alone, touching air no one else can see,
                 one step at a time,
                                           learning to be ME.
Shang Dec 2013
beneath the star-struck, eternal vast,
    painted black, blue-grey black -
voices blister of the past.*

haven't felt this way in quite some time.
    the restless nights. this cold, empty bed.
unrhythmic breaths flood my chest
    as I watch my mother die
                         for the second time.

it's moments like these you never forget.
    find yourself waking in a cold, hot sweat.
mind tracing every syllable, every breath;
    remembering every word you should have said.

with eyes like a beating heart;
   smells of daisy wanderlust.
soul-fire like passion's spark;
   worn-out smiles like last night's luck.
these memories will never be seen
in the dim-light of abandon.

(C) Shang
Vera Jul 2018
Clothes have outgrown me many times over,
but this sadness never does.
One size.
fits all.
There should have been an obituary for cancer,  not you.
Wishing these slits within my skin could have been
replaced by a reality check from you, “You chose to exist.”

My name causes a sigh to escape from lips,
that do not feel like they belong to me,
the girl,
whose words always had to be special.

The schematics of hospitals like a birthmark in my brain,
born into sadness, a gut feeling as a child.
Never trusting time
due to what it delivers.

Death, being the only thing I desired.
But you, 
who I love,
endlessly-
robbed by it.
Whose ebb for life glowed so feverishly.
Stopped comparing depression to lace,
restricted the belief that suicide is poetic,
seeing things as they were.
More often than not, applauded for feeling emotions deeply.
Every second that dies, the shift of my heart quakes.

This world is not tender.

II. Sad.
I have known the flowers I wanted at my own premature funeral,
knowing how many bouquets honored you that day.

split open my veins like a dimension
reminiscent of days where I anticipated deathbeds.


My family wondered,
can we make it through another day?
Death scares me for what it has taken,
yet, I’m not afraid to die-
it’s all I deserve.
So I await the day pain erupts
from my throat,
acknowledging the days a soul
lived inside of my body-
footprints that walked,
belonging to me.

But I learned so well.
How to suffer with a smile,
dreading the beating of my heart
how unfair—
I don’t want to take these deep breaths
You deserved,while I masquerade as a member of the undead
Never outgrowing the desire to rot with the phantoms residing under my bed.


III. Jokes played by the universe.
punchlines delivered,
how could anyone to stand to be in the same room as myself?
How could anyone look over skyscrapers and sunsets,
and not be infatuated with concrete consuming them?
How I shared a sigh of relief during the thought-
of knowing people would thrive without me,
or the power of a belly laugh,
resembling a laugh track audience
drowning out 3 AM suicidal thoughts.
—V.H.
I wrote this in pink gel pen, maybe, that’s another joke.
heart beats fast
fear and broken promises
you tell me to be brave
but how can i when i'm so afraid
and you say
you care but how can i believe in your word
you lie to my face
telling me im fine
but how can you care
how can you tell me this
i know your name
but will i have a chance
Johnny walker Nov 2018
Helen and I always said
making love never used
the word ***, when you're
truly In love, that's what
you say Because of the
respect you have for your
partner not that I know
anything about one night
stands because Helen was
the only girl I ever slept
with and made love too
but I was raised by mother
who hated anything to with
what she would call *** the
the mere mention of It she'd
avoid, along with the child
the abuse I suffered made me
afraid of women Helen was
so different she help through
the awarkeness my clumsy love
making attempts, because
their where times as If
was mother standing watching
every move saying, Johnny,
you don't want that It's *****
It took a long time to get over
but ******* with the one
love Is beautiful nothing can
even come close that feeling
of being In love
Brought by a mother that beat me
who hated what she called *** a *****
Word to her
Jackie G Jul 2018
My heart is full
So much resides there
Memories wish to stop it from beating
Scraps & unforgiveness have tried to choke it out
My heart once ached from betrayal
To stone i thought it would turn
But through all of that
I cant seem to get rid of LOVE
LOVE still lives there
Reassuring me in life I can go on!!!!
As for me & my heart we're gonna be just fine!
To all the broken hearted, I can relate but i also realized that everything will be ok. Things happen and then purpose follows behind! You got this
Sat drinking A coffee just passing the time of day
with memories of a life time
passing through my
mind
memories of my sweetheart who has passed on and now a
lifetime away two hearts that once
beat as one, now tbey beat In separate worlds one of this world the other In the next two hearts still
a
synchronised
beat but both now beat In separate worlds but hearts that will never stop beating
not this world or the
next
So much together our hearts beat as one, sad now she's gone our two still beat as on but In two separate worlds, me In this world and my wife In the after life
Ashari Ty Jul 2018
If it wasn't for a beating
I wouldn't have felt
How soft grass could be

I wouldn't have seen
How opportunities are
As wide as the sky

I wouldn't have noticed
How sunlight can still
Seek around the tree leaves

I wouldn't have thought
How stars are way greater
Than what's in most's visions

I wouldn't have realized
How many one can
Learn from defeat
Take a moment with yourself without judgement whenever life gets you down ;>
Midnight wolf Dec 2018
Silence at night
Echoes in caves
Waves at shore
All through the days

In the silence
No one hears
The loud minds
Of beating souls

Everyday
Every time
Over thinking
Every night

A troubled mind
A troubled soul
Affect the judgement
In every role
devine Jul 2018
i am me
you are you
let me be
you have no clue

stop talking like you understand
i'm tired of swimming toward your dreams
i can hear my heart stop beating
drowning in my own feelings
a shattered mind lost in sand
catastrophe appears on my screens

but i'm no God
no one in particular
the most ordinary thing
full of aspirations
imaginations
and colors

i'm not going back to the corner
i'm gonna run farther
i'm gonna make it better

the fire ignites
the ocean send its waves
raw emotion spilled into motion
it's not broken it's golden

why should i listen to others
when i own the colors
it's not only a caption
it's satisfaction

all the beautiful colors
took a long time to show
i do not fear it
i do not hate it

i'm proud
i'm shining colors
you can never see
ashley lingy Nov 2018
I hold my love for you
like the frail egg of a blue jay,
and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on.
There is a thumping beat within
threatening to break free from
thin shell.
I gently cup this in my palm
and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart,
a thought to
soothe
my
worries
and
feed
a

steady

slow


pulse.
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