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Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic

She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but  I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
scratches on the disc
 Oct 2014 KNOWER
Lauren Gorger
I often wonder if I am detached from myself.
Maybe I am too in-tuned to the moon.
I'm the rose that became fully bloomed under the sunlight of noon.
I took my doom and ripped into two.
I shatter my pride but ironically,
my pride told me to put it back with glue.
Who knew that I would walk in these shoes,
blood pumping through my hopeful heart and I'm singing the blues.
The way my soul moves, I swivel in and out of the grooves of the wounds that you can only see in my eyes.
I see the world like you'll see my demise; beautiful immortality saying her softest goodbyes.
When I cry, doves hear me.
I flock with the birds over the clearest water,
and it sees right through me.
 Oct 2014 KNOWER
LittleFreeBird
A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains


A poet
Is Poetry
 Oct 2014 KNOWER
Chloe Elizabeth
When someone dies, some lives are changed forever and some will go on like nothing happened. I just don't understand why the world doesn't stop when a life does.

Rest In Peace to the beautiful boy, the sweet boy who walked the halls of my school, you were too young
A boy at my school died in the hospital tonight in critical condition after being hit by a car yesterday. His name was Trevor, he was in grade 11 and he is the second young boy to pass away in the span of three weeks. This is an enormous tragedy that is so hard to accept and understand. This piece of writing is for him.
 Oct 2014 KNOWER
JM Ang
If I am to die today
The thing I’d regret the most
Is not taking a chance on you
And letting you go just like that

There were so many times
We could’ve been
We could’ve had
The love we’ve been waiting for

Instead, I sat there quietly
Waiting for you to make a sound
You, waiting for me
To give even a little smile

We could’ve had so much time
To paint the skies a better shade of blue
We could’ve been happy together
Even to just sit beside each other quietly

Instead, we chose to look for signs
And kept waiting for the right moment
And we realized far too late
We could’ve made it

I will carry the thought of what we could’ve been
All the way to my dying moment
I will always think about what should’ve been
As I look at you, walking away from me, walking away from you
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