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 Jan 2013 Nick
DieingEmbers
Pass me the razor blades
hand me my pills,
fill my glass with *****
I need to cure my ills.

I'm sick of all the smiling
when my tears burn my eyes,
tired of empty laughter
when my laughter rings with lies.

My mask is crumbling
my smile is smudged and run,
God grant me forgiveness
and let this pain be done.
Just feeling down waiting for the meds to work
 Jan 2013 Nick
Anon C
Shelter
 Jan 2013 Nick
Anon C
Were a knife at your throat
let the blade slice me instead
if a whip raised to your back
allow me to receive the lashing
if a bullet to pierce your heart
let mine be the heart stopped
for your pain is my pain
and I would rather take the final blow
than ever see you down on your knees
beaten by the ferocity of the world
but if a smile you would have
can I be the one to cause it
your laughter singing
I wish to dance to this
and the dreams you hold
may I help weave them
just to never see you cry
to feel that you are alive
I was always so lonely
when I was with you
You spoke of the weather
and other mundane realities
yet I hung on to every word
held helplessly captive by your voice

And even now I’m solitary
long after you've evaporated
I have frequent and interesting
conversations with others
but it all seems empty
I’d rather hear you speak of the weather

- Vijayalakshmi Ramachandran
   03/09/2006
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
An old poem, I wrote many years back. Inspired by the work of Dorothy Parker - though mine came out as depressing rather than witty like hers!
 Jan 2013 Nick
Hilda
Marian
 Jan 2013 Nick
Hilda
Sweet daughter of mine
I love you so very much
You are a jewel.*

~Hilda~
Haiku for my sweet daughter, Marian
 Jan 2013 Nick
Hilda
We love you so much
what can we do to help you
feel better again.

*~ Hilda & Marian~
 Jan 2013 Nick
DieingEmbers
13:01 weighing 7lb 2oz
you entered this world
your mothers mirror image miniaturised
wearing the smile her mother gave her.
My second grandson Alfie born this afternoon, I made it a 4:20 poem as my daughter went into slow labour at 4:20 am this morning
 Jan 2013 Nick
Lucky Queue
Love is a riddle
A Gideon's knot of emotion
Only untangled
By two sets of hands
And a pair of hearts

So lend me your hands
And protect my heart
Help me untangle and unlock
Our love
And as long as you wish
I'll be yours
 Jan 2013 Nick
Anon C
Being unrealistic is what makes life worth living
it is what makes dreams come true
how do you think the Earth continues to grow
did the airplane not seem to be impossible
evolution, science are all the discoveries not profound?
so when you look at me and call me crazy
remember that what you say is insanity
unwise, chasing ideas that are too big for such a small girl
that the crazy ones are the ones we all remember
not that I want to be idolized or made a martyr
and when I speak of my dreams.. well
yes a change in this world would be nice
but that is a fight too big for just a tiny me alone
so I turn my head to my other dreams too
the smaller ones that make you shake your head even harder
like love and how I can find it anywhere
coupled with the fact that I would do something considered entirely abnormal
chasing love and a passion half the world over
and ignoring your idea of a comfort zone
comfort for me isn't sitting inside a bubble
accepting that this is the way things are
there is so much more out there, outside the sphere many find themselves trapped in
that when you open your eyes to, you find you are no longer blind
so go ahead, see me as crazy
a risk taker
an absolutely insane person
but the fact is
I am just alright with dreaming
because as I said earlier, unrealistic is what makes life worth living
and dreams do come true
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