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 Nov 2015 Zac Elmore
littlebrush
Sleep, rose.
Wither your petals slowly.
Hush, now.
The wolf prowls soundly.

The snow is kind.
Sleep, please.
End this softly.
I packed your red t-shirt away;
The last bit I kept of you.

Letting go is hard...
But trying to forget is harder.

I clung to that shirt for months.
It smelled of your skin.

But, when I wore it recently,
It felt wrong.

I was weighed down.
You... weighed me down.

I lifted your heavy t-shirt off my shoulders...
To finally feel free.
For WY

A part of me still loves you... although you never deserved my love.

You'll come back. They all do... and I'll learn to refuse.

(Needs editing).
Our souls have been barren for far too long
What doesn't **** you only makes you strong
So have faith my love
This is just a passing phase
I know it seems as tricky as a complicated maze
But believe me….
Our souls will be drenched in love again
I know sometimes love can get tough
And we feel like we have nowhere to go
Just surrender yourself to me and let your feelings flow
Material things don’t matter to me really…
…they never did
I only want you my love,whom I value dearly
I've not given up on us
I still hold confidence and trust
Life has put us through many hells
Now it will do what is just
Light shall dispel the dark
And we will re-discover our missing spark
Broken hearts shall meet again
The indifferent clouds shall weep again
The distant sun will shine again
Like a phoenix from the ashes….our love will rise again
 Sep 2015 Zac Elmore
Dr Peter Lim
TO ALL POETS

Each of us is different
yet we are (bottom-line)
the same
true to self
that's what really  matters
words are the joys and tears of our heart
none can stop them--never, ever
--
A dress of smiles covered her face
as the curiosity of the taste of her
lips crossed mine.
As love lingured and the ambiance
changed from dark to light.
Rays played hop scotch on her skin
as I fell in an event horizon.
part 1
 Aug 2015 Zac Elmore
Asim Javid
In the crowd of strange faces
yours seemed familiar...
I did not know you, yet
to the person in my mind
you looked similar..
None acquaintance lied between,
I felt pulled to you altogether..
You are a beautiful stranger,
Strangely beautiful you are..
I don't know if i see you again,
You are close,  even if you
stay so **** far* ...
The sky still bleeds orange at dawn
The road still meanders on
The rivers still battle the falls and rapids
The cattle home run in stumpedes
The ocean always looks constantly still
And my pride is still such a bitter pill
The Mvule still sheds her beautiful leaves
My ear still eaves, my soul still grieves
The mountain top is still a silver blur
And the missing shards linger somewhere on the floor
The cranes still sing within the rhythm of dusk
My mind is fatigued trying to accomplish the task
Of saying goodbye and forgetting about it all
Even if my sub conscious still hears your voice call
The bed still shivers and clings to the fragrance of you
And the "I" in my alphabet still really loves "U"
MVULE is a type of tree that sheds all her leaves in the dry seasons to survive transpiring all her water

— The End —