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 May 2016 Sky
complexify
Heavy.
 May 2016 Sky
complexify
Your chest feels heavy, doesn't it?
You feel like you wanna drift off
Leaving everything behind.

I'll tell you what
I feel the same way too.

Because surviving's getting harder?
Maybe.
Because we don't get what or who we want?
Possibly be.

Or maybe just we need each other
To lift the weight
Together
And maybe we will be much stronger?
Everything's a possibility.


I am writing our Amour saga
Of longing of my heart
For YOU my BELOVED

Painting the colors of sky
On my soul,
My eyes seeks only your image my BELOVED

When you are not around me
There is absolutely nothing in my LIFE
When you are not with me
There is nothing in the nature & its beauty
There is nothing in this universe
Nothing in the flowers, moon and sun
Nor a sparkle in the stars
Not even the soaring of the wings

Do you wish that
Like this - YOU should deny me
Even the right of watching the beauty of nature?
Will you also deny me
Even feeling your breathe within mine?

Without YOU
I wish I should not even open my eyes
Nor I should feel anything inside my heart
Nor I should be alive...

Rendering the colors of your sky
On my soul,
My words only sing your Iliad of LOVE

In one way, I've everything
One requires to live LIFE:
With all the wealth & luxuries

But see where my fate
Has brought me
I'm like a mendicant
Waiting everyday for you
On the path you walk
Your path of LOVE

Painting the colors of sky
On my soul,
My heart feels only your emotions of LOVE

Please come back to me
My soul-mate

See the tears rolling my eyes
All the emotions are
Over-flowing your shores of LOVE
Can't you see the oceanic waves of my tears
Touching the feet of your heart?

Painting the colors of sky
On my soul,
My BLOOD paints only your portrait of LOVE

I am writing our Amour saga
Of longing of my heart
For YOU my BELOVEDz


 May 2016 Sky
Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true
 May 2016 Sky
Shannon Delaney
She calls you in the middle of the night
Her voice as sharp as knives
And she says she wants to die
Not to **** herself
Never
Only she doesn't want to be alive
No one knows better than you
Poetry challenge: acrostic using your name
 May 2016 Sky
Carmen Reed
Feelings
 May 2016 Sky
Carmen Reed
What is this fluttering in my chest whenever I see him?
What are these butterflies doing in my stomach?
Why are my knees weak whenever he smiles?
Why do I smile when I think of him?
Why does my heart pound when I talk to him?

What are these strange feelings I am experiencing?

Perhaps I am coming down with something.
Yes, that must be the case.
I must be sick with fever perhaps;
That explains my cheeks heating up.
Or a cold of some kind;
That explains my breath being caught in my throat.
Or maybe I was stung by a mosquito?
Ah yes, that's why my skin tingles.

My doctor says there's nothing wrong,
I can't seem to figure out what's going on.
 May 2016 Sky
complexify
What if
Death is alive?
Sorry, I must have confused you there.

No, I mean Death is anthropomorphic
Invisible to us
But everything it touches
Dies along with its name.

Scary, or sad?
Think about it
He couldn't even touch plants, anything!
Even metals rust
When his hands touched them.

For me, that's sad.
But think about this one for a second.

What if one day
Death falls in love with Life
And he decides that he wants to touch her
For the first and the last time
In forever?
Anthropomorphic = humanoid
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