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  Dec 2014 Bluebird
GaryFairy
Absent father, suffer mother
missing hand that held the other
breath of life, given to smother
the future of sister and brother
  Dec 2014 Bluebird
marie w
SOME PEOPLE COME INTO
YOUR LIFE AND LEAVE
WITHOUT MAKING A DIFFERENCE.
BUT YOU, OH YOU AND YOUR
DIMPLES SMILE LEFT AN
IMPRINT ON MY BLACKENED
SOUL. EVEN IF YOU LEAVE,
I WILL REMEMBER EACH AND
EVERY CONVERSATION WE HAD.
I WILL LOOK BACK AT THEM
AND SMILE. BECAUSE THAT'S
WHAT YOU DO BEST,
MAKING ME SMILE.
WHETHER YOU ARE HERE
OR NOT
m.w.
  Dec 2014 Bluebird
Afrodita Nestor
Gravity is negligible
Ground below disappears
Stars are within reach
And our energy grows
Even Einstein envies us
Because time stops
When we are together

Control is needless
With full confidence
we make every desire reality
Even Atlas envies us
Because the world lies
In the palm of our hands
When we are together

As brave warriors
We boldly crash
Every border ahead
For a higher cause
Even Napoleon envies us
Because we are the masters of power
When we are together

The melody of
Our melded bodies
Is the only thing we hear
Even Mozart envies
The perfectly composed symphony
When we are together

Moral vanished
Rationality forgotten
Our psyche ruled by Id
Even Freud envies us
because pleasure is the only drug we use
When we are together

The fantasy is real
As  is the breathing
Mine and yours
Deep and passionate
Even Nietzsche envies us
Because the Übermensch becomes alive
When we are together
Copyright Afrodita Nestor

It takes a lot of time to unleash the hidden beast inside... But when it is out I feel like I have exhaled a mountain... Poetry makes me visit secret worlds where everything is possible...
  Dec 2014 Bluebird
Javaria Waseem
The wind sings me to sleep as I lay between the dancing lavenders.
"Oh child of the dawn, your kingdom awaits
as it watches the birds fly back everyday.
Oh child of the dawn, come back home
you're to be buried where you were born."
I clutch the white rose in my hand tightly, whispering like a scared child, " I am back, mother nature. I have returned back home."
The lavenders lean down and kiss me one by one, accepting me as one of them. I close my eyes floating like a feather with the wind to the wonderland.

The particles of wind still carries me around, every time it sings the lullaby of the dead.
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