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 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Kori Davis
How sad it is to know that “Goodbye”
slips from my lips easier than any other
word in the dictionary.
How terrible it is to know that
a seven letter word,
etched with pain,
can slip so effortlessly through
raspberry colored lips.
They’ll ask me how I’m doing.
I’ll say “I’m surviving”.
But, they won’t understand that
“Goodbye” is carved into my
bones like the initials of lovers
on tree barks.
They will not understand
that the reason “Goodbye”
slips so easily from my lips
is because of a tainted childhood
that I’ve tried so hard to forget.
Maybe, just maybe, if I say it enough
it will lose all of its meaning.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
No.
Every goodbye pulls air out of my lungs
and forces a fist into my stomach.
Fire ignites in my chest and the bags
under my eyes darken.
It takes the color out of my face as if it was
never there.
While he sleeps perfectly still across town,
I will toss and turn.
Nightmares for every dream, darker bags
for every night I lay awake thinking
about the last “goodbye” to escape my
cracked lips.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
He is gone.
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Poet kiri
Today,
Is a beautiful day
So beautiful the walls
Are drizzling with
Art.

As the sun rays
Were the perfect artist
Of this morning.

Today,
I learn
What it means to be
One,
As for today culture
Breaks the boundaries.
What peace may mean
What emotions
I live to tell and relive  
Cause today I care and tomorrow….

Mystery is believed
And imagined.

For fantasy has proven
It aint’ catchy
If you don’t know the different dimensions of the universe
Today,
I hold a hand
To lead and to be lead  
(To hear and be heard)
Cause today the books
Will not tell history as it is but
As it is

Today
I tell you that
I the being are
A broken abandoned home
Scared of my essence
As it’s just how you perceive my existence
Of the foreign language
I speak.

For I will
Kneel and ask
Will you be my
Better of the half
I can’t achieve
Without, your driving
Force I have reckoned with

Without fear
Today
I plan neither to regret
I did it
For I would just like to imagine
What fate the crystal ball
Has history all mysterious about.

I am music at its finest
Today,
That the flow of the currents
Is by the tide of the melody
I play in my mind.

For I dreamt in a dream
Of dreams so deep
That I may have
Broken the laws of attractions.
  
Today
It could be at its finest
Yet, I repeat yet
Finest is for the
Fine china’s that
We break at home
At proper perfection
For it is just the day’s perfection
Considered a mistake to break
The perfect shine

Haven’t we executed the perfect crime?

Knowing that
Today I was served
Reality on a silver platter
For it’s the only dish
Of pure gold ingredients
Brutally mined and
Gently handled.

Thus
Today is today
And tomorrow
Will be today
With a greater twist
As beautiful as
The just today has planned.
So...

LET LIVE, TODAY.

©Hansmind, 2016
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 Jun 2016 Sequestered
lemon
Untitled
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
lemon
I can feel it consuming me from inside
It's tendrils wrapped around my crumbling heart
Ripping sobs from my throat
It has made me weak
loneliness
how sour the word tastes on my tongue
as if I don't deserve it
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Heliza Rose
No matter how unconditional your love for someone is,
Conditions need to be applied once that love starts hurting you
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Lora Lee
Inside the
immolation
of my flaming mind
almost roasting
in its own juices,
thoughts trickling down
into physical matter
and into the
lush cusp of words,
words that twist and turn
and curl around my tongue
as they wind their way
into realms divine
and sacredly profane,
entwining the alchemy
of lost magic
with the fabric of stars--
Yes,
in this trance of absolute divinity
I stand within
my own sacred love temple
ready to take in
whatever comes
in highest form
ready to unfurl and release it
into the breathing spaces
tightly packed between
the tapestry of this existence
so closely interwoven
within the stellar,
cellular matter
of our beings
of earth
of constellation
of fire
of sea
Here,   I need to not only
cast my thoughts
into the vastness of air
not only paint the night sky
with sounds that emerge,
so guttural, from my
deepest knotted chords
but actually consummate
this force within
consume it and be consumed
bring it to light
with my own
sacrosanct
manifestation…
blast it forth
in shoals of white
conjure it from
the source, pristine
    fight the fight
for truth, for love
           and all that's
in
      between
Bring me to life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YxaaGgTQYM
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
JP
Truth..
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
JP
In market
few coin falls
a sweet sound
people looks at
place of the sound
not
in interest of money
But
looking
who is that
careless person…
Soft sweet kiss, of steel on skin,
so many veins, where to begin?
To feel again, for a moment in time,
and see my blood, on this skin of mine.
But for what? I do not know.
My wrists they sting, and it is so.
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Asim Javid
Day after day you wipe humans away.
Don't you see in that crowd,  there is
a mother , a father,
a daughter and a son.
What do you want to prove with
your hand holding a gun.
Is is just ? Is it fair ?
You are not a human, not even near.
No matter what you call yourself,
  you belong to no religion.
You are not a father , not a brother,
not even mother's son.
You smear your religion ,
you smear humanity.
Your actions are no more than
a plaguey insanity.
Where are your morals, where is
your human code?
You betray the mother earth , which is your abode.
You inflict anguish,
You scourge families.
We detest you and have branded you
" a Terrorist ".
No matter how much you terrorize,
we humans will always find sheer
strength to resist.
     © asim.javid
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Lex
*want*
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Lex
I want you to be happy
But I want you to be happy with me
But I want you to want to be happy with me
Like I want to be happy with you
I just wish you could love me the way I 'think' I love you
I hadn't spoken to her in two years
I don't think she remembered my name.

I still had her phone number,
though I hadn't ever called

She broke me when she left
Or when I left her

The months went on and turned to years
I still hadn't healed

I was so, so angry
So I looked up her number

Opened up a text

And on August 21st, 2014
I sent:

"Happy birthday,
Selfish *****."
This still ******* haunts me, but I don't think I'm sorry.
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