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Sally A Bayan Feb 2014
It is one in the morning,
My eyes open,
It never fails.
No amount of cotton clouds
Or sheep to count
Can send me back to dreams
Yet to be dreamed.
Nothing else can make me drift,
For I am now wide awake.

Down the stairs I quietly walk
Careful not to waken the others,
Lest they stir from their ongoing snore-y visions.
Straight to the kitchen, I tiptoe,
Make myself a mug of hot, hot coffee,
So I could start
reading,

Taking in a mixture of
Glorious, mad,
Magical, loving,
Happy, groping,
Sad, vengeful moments....
But internalizing all these emotions
Takes its toll...
I stop: it is time to write of
My own moments of glory...
Which incidentally,
Rhymes with...momentary,
Poetry, dignity,
Love-ly, friend-ly,
Complexity, celebrity,
I could go on and on...and
There is only one...
One exceptional moment
That comes to my mind:
One unforgettable, bittersweet autumn...

My mouth, my lips now parted,
My stare, undirected,
Dreaming~~~drifting...
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Just arrived in Neverlandia!
Swimming through its endless,
Imaginary, intangible seas
Where I am alone
Where I am free
Free, to be with
My intangible one true love
Only there can we hold hands
Only there can our eyes meet
There, where we can stand,
Or sit so close
Breath against breath
Flesh against flesh
No words spoken,
Just eyes talking
No moment wasted,
For no one dare ask or tell the time
In Neverlandia.
~~~~~~~~~~
In such a wondrous journey
I also have acceped:
At the start and even in its midst,
Comes twinges of apprehension
And sadness
That unsettles my heart, my mind,
Thinking outrightly of the
Inevitable end of said journey.
Fleeting, the moments seem,
I must travel back.
~~~~~~~~~~
I ***** for that imaginary switch, and
With a heavy heart,
I turn it off.
~~~~~~~~~~

It is suddenly so cold...
I stretch an arm to reach for
My hot, steaming drink...
Oh, but it has become
A mug of cold, cold coffee!
I border on "mad,"
Lost thoughts now swimming in anger.
Have to chase back my muse,
Refresh my memory
Poem is almost done.
Have to regain
My mind's composure,
Have to ensure
My life's composure.
I need, I need my Panacea
This early morning... yet, I'm
Afraid of that same old question:
"But....where are you?"

~~~~~~~~~~

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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..for those who are still dreaming...
...waiting for the right moment...

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(I had a mug of cold, cold coffee,
  thank God, I have no possession of
   a cold, cold heart:)
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Àŧùl Oct 2013
My poems have been read and reread. They have been responded to over 4000 times. Every poet on this forum or reader otherwise is thanked in this note for the support that they've been showing to me.

I am also gratuitous to the main source of inspiration for me, my life that brought me to this site for brushing up my poetry skills by reading and appreciating a fantastic class of poetry by people around the globe. A special mention of her style of writing is to be made here, romantic and cute it is. I must also mention Mr Timothy Bruffy and his family for having inspired me. Madam Hilda Bruffy has a very beautiful form of writing, Mr Bruffy has a style of writing that will be legendary and their daughter young Marian writes joyous poems which inspired me to be happy.

Each and every poet has their own way of writing poems, each one of them is unique. We find ourselves to be keen critics too. While some are outrightly rude and discouraging, others are friendly and encouraging as well.
The e-pen will never stop.

There are many far better poets than me, but it is not a competition.

Keep reading and try to write (type) good words encouraging all, you'll gain respect.
Rhianecdote May 2015
I know I cared
I'm sure I did
For it had to exist
For me to now feel the absence of it

It's hard not to lose sight in pain
When it seemed any gain came at a loss
Looking at what remains
Weighing up your kind nature as its cost

Used to be someone you could call upon
But now I'll turn you away
Outrightly tell you to *******
Cause I have nothing left to say

And it hurts me

In fact today it made me feel ashamed

Yet I still maintain I need some space

Lone wolf creation, a one horse race

But when a nation
Becomes isolationist
You better hope those bonds within
Don't come loose or snap
Cause when a nation
Becomes isolationist
There might be no coming back...

**Together

Forever, Endeavour, Our Women, Our Men

Cast Away the Pain or become a Cast Away in Pain

Again and Again
I remember watchin Child of our Time a while ago. Basically its a documentary headed by Professor Robert Winston (not the cockney bloke think Groucho Marx) that has followed several children from birth trying to discover the secrets of nature vs nurture in shaping personality. In one episode they were following a little girl and showed how the most sensitive, empathetic and caring in the bunch, over time had turned out to become the most matter of fact and the explanation was that they had been met with such disappointment and upset through their kind nature that as a means of self preservation it had now rendered them kinda cold at such a young age. Anyhu it stuck with me, not only cause I can relate, (I was that kid, in fact I think we share the same name) but because it made me sad. If you care a lot sometimes that means you're gonna hurt a lot but I don't feel that caring is ever a bad trait, I think in life we just need to discover the balance of what we should and shouldn't care so much about.

I'd like to believe that the true essence of that little girl and her kind nature very much still remains...
OneCorn Feb 2014
you say you care
you act like I should trust you
everyone else does
everyone else loves you
why would anyone not
and I want to
I really do...
but I can't forget
and I just can't forgive
you watched me get torn apart
and yes I made some mistakes
maybe I should've kept my mouth shut
but I didn't and I'm  sorry
but the way you sat by
letting them slowly **** me with words
lies that you watched them string together
and I even asked you for help
just to tell them the truth
and you outrightly denied me
and I know you apologized
but you apologized because you felt you had to
not because you understood
if you could just understand how awful it feels
to be alone
people torturing you with lies they know nothing about
and feeling like it's all your fault
and theres nothing you can do
because no one is in your corner
no one cared about me enough to even try and help
because you've never been hurt like that
and you just don't understand why it affects me so much
but thats why it affects me... because you don't
and how can I trust you when you say you care
how can you possibly care about me
when you've caused me so much pain
and I want to believe you've changed
but you just don't get it
and I know it makes sense
and maybe I should be over it
forgive and forget
but I can't
and until you understand why
I'm not sure I ever can
and it kills me
because I really want to trust you
but I just can't
Torin Jun 2016
Such beautiful words to bring you pleasure
He lives in my five minutes of thought
Silver snaked-tounged charmer
Claws, and jaws, and teeth, and all
A hungry hellion disguised outrightly
As a love, a father, a friend
Your standing on the ledge
He wants you to jump
Into a void
Into the mouth of darkness
He wants your flesh
He wants to eat
He wants your death
And he'll call it a beautiful life
He still is speaking
And his words are mixed and missed and often remiss
He's going to speak
Still
Listen to me
I'm only here because you need me to be
He's only there because he needs you
There's only one voice speaking truth
Step off that ledge
Fall into a lovers arms
And be safe
Yes there are demons
Who give every inch of might
To try to reach you
Still
I will keep you
darkifytun Mar 31
This man is sweet-tempered.
He can fill a whole room with nice aroma.
When others are in need of closure,
You can always count on him to take you to rosier.

In perspective of others,
They like to nitpick on his features.
His voice, his appearance, his everything.
Their behaviour is simply captious.

What I see is an angel descending from above,
A heavenly aura seemingly palpable.
With his winsome smile and his feathery wings,
His figure is outrightly unmistakable.

I love his cordial behaviour.
Whenever he talks to me,
I can’t help but release sweet laughter.
In a room filled with tenebrosity,
He can light up the room with his jubilant energy.

In the tranquility of the night,
He is the moon and stars.
In the amidst of darkness,
He offers bountiful open doors.

Life without him wouldn’t be the same.
In the darkest of times,
He’s my guide to my pride.
The only person to keep my sanity high.
Just a lil something that I wrote! It’s my first poem and I hope you like it! <3
Honeydrops Feb 2014
The clock tick tock
Dews silent drops
My breath almost gone
Yet,
My heart race on

Slowly as I breath
My lachrymal jar
Seems falling a loose
D world's weigh
Felt in my belly...

It came in a flash
Its stung
Like a bees tail..
The revelation  of my mirror fallen

Alas!
I strung up
To the inside world
And so,
It dawn outrightly
that a nightmare it is...
My mirror stands
Indeed, it stands...
Even
So as
Ardent leaves
Shall a day
In the coming be melt
Outrightly of its crisp
By the burns of the fitful rays
And be plunge gray thereof
To splinter its debris to the dust

Or

Even
So as
Gold glitters
On the alchemy
Of the finest platinum
And shall beguile treasures
But
Then
The flicks of time
Shall come and gratify pale its sight
And quench all allures

Yet
As so
All these lushness
Might parch and be not anymore
I tell you most frankly
The steam of our friendship
Shall be not likewise
Neither
Will their end be ours

Even
When
The sun
Be gloom
And the years sleep blind ever
Shall our bonds
Illuminate the world
The perpertuality we holds

This I say
                And this I lay


Happy Birthday Evelyn Baining
Much Love,Long Life Happiness

What I say,And Lay

©Historian E.Lexano
Derrek Estrella Nov 2019
True hacks and phonies all around, speaking through their ivory horns of pure disgust and wallowing in incompetence, ******* and kissing and mishandling their newborn children which they name in propriety and for the pearls of God that allow them to **** and **** well. I will blast them all to the deepest of hell for there they belong with me and they will be outrightly ****** by the sojourning sheiks that give their sufferers a razor-tipped ******* that they know they deserve. Where is your relatable, so enjoyable, three or four piece family TV meal that you so deeply craved after a long day at work? It is gone gone gone and now you are subject to your deepest incongruities with yourself, how dare you be such a bother and how dare you believe in your ability to inspire. If you are not feeling this frustration of never ceaselessly being able to grasp at the story that lies within the easel of the juices of your soul, then you are not- and never will be- worth anything more than some broken throbbing piece of genitalia that seethes and suckles at the broken fallacies of pure love and distraught youth. You do not know and you will never know, and if you dare you will never truly make progress for you are a vacuous, insufferable, erratic dame that is not a good piece of skin so much as you are the perfect tool for everyone: a loudspeaker stripped naked and bare for all the world to ****; a true contributor, unlike your deepest and most esteemed of peers. Aww, how does that feel? How does it feel to finally implode from your own vicarious and hollow attempts at wisdom and knowledge? What’s left to be learned has been learned, don’t you understand? Don’t you get it? Don’t you think it’s time to stop digging your ***** ***** nails into that rusted cloud of old hope and forgiveness? Everyone has left, and that is what we must deal with. You must be some mongrel to sit down like an unrepentant dog. Cross-legged and all.

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