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I can't rightfully
Comment on the color of your eyes,
The swiftness of your thought
Without remarking
On the innocence flowing in your veins
And the worldliness
That's only been present
In drifter gods before you.
The last time I cried, I told myself it would be the last time.
The last time I'd remember what it feels like.
What it feels like to be a stranger in my own eyes.
Like glass thats been shattered a thousand times.
The pieces never fit together right.
I'm tired of breathing just to survive.
When the ground is breaking, and I've lost my light
I'm drowning in a sea of lies, until I'm tired of trying.
As I stare in the mirror
longing I will someday recognize ,
I remembered the last time.
The last time I cried I told myself It would be the last time.
I told myself I'd be fine.
Am I?
 Dec 2014 Zelda Morgan
Hayleigh
Words could never capture you,
Encapsulate you, encompass you
Because they are not strong enough
To withhold such beauty
They are too small to occupy
The love you carry
They are too trivial, too mundane
Too exhausted
To distinguish, define and denote
To embrace
Everything that I love,
Everything that I believe in,
Everything that matters,
Everything that is you.
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
 Dec 2014 Zelda Morgan
ahmo
The Itch
 Dec 2014 Zelda Morgan
ahmo
Peel it off
One by one
By every single thread
So every single strand
Is unwoven by a broken hand
And reveal to us
What you've done.
Were you scared?
Were you scarred?
Beaten and mashed in and marred
by the wasteland in which we breathe?
I don't know which came first:
the euphoria of absolute power
or the fear of it.
Regardless,
we are here.
in the wasteland.
And the worst thing you can do-
the only crime you can commit-
is to stop peeling layers.
and stop wondering why we are
where we are.
 Dec 2014 Zelda Morgan
Tabi G
i want to drink your name out of my brain
and the remembrance of your touch off my skin
i want to burn the feeling of your kisses out of my mouth
and i want to fall asleep having forgotten what you semell like
 Dec 2014 Zelda Morgan
Hashim ZK
I wish I could freeze the time
When he unlocks his heart
And takes me to its unfamiliar parts
Holding my hand
Unveiling the treasures
And forbidden paths
While I stare at his joyful eyes
Speechless
A tear does moisten my heart
While he lays bare his entire soul
The truth unravels on its own:
My soul had stumbled upon its mate
And, when I was walking again,
Gleefully, with my
Soul mate.
We have this weird notion that the term 'Soul mate' is limited in its definition to 'life-partners', which I strongly disagree. The definition of a soul mate to me transcends all the barriers of worldly relationship tags, the gender, and all other imposed discrimination. To me it is the most pure and divine bond that stands-out on its own individualistic values of trust, faith and love. And it can be found in anyone - a friend, a brother, a sister, and as in most cases, also a life partner.
I missed my hello poetry family.
I've been on a roller coaster ride recently. Figuratively speaking.  It's time to get back to what and who I love. I love hello poetry and my extended family. Your poetry and insightful words brighten my day. You give me strength and courage to move forward everyday. I am honored to be in such an elite group of poets.
My life is richer because of all of you and I just wanted you to know I appreciate you all
I just came back from very extensive testing to be a kidney donor to my brother in law. Very draining physically, mentally,  and spiritually. Now the hardest part  Waiting
You brushed my hand
And raced my heart,
It lingered for a day for ever.

It was a Thursday when
you kissed me first,
and on a Sunday once again!

When your lips touched mine
my eyes closed shut
while flying wide open!
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