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 Jun 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
Don't get me wrong, darling
Because that's exactly, I do not know how to say
However, what goes out of the home
Rivers, Mountains, Sea
Or beyond the horizon, Any call

You don't make a mistake
I'll be back to whom
So, for a moment, don't misunderstand me
That exotic flute, distant Kans grasses
Even from far away:
From the seashore, I have heard the echoes of another time

So don't misunderstand me, darling
They have relationships with, and you are like me
They are not devoid of love
I give you, borrow from them

For a moment, don't misunderstand me
I bring your pearl beneath the sea,
From the mountains the ancient forms,
The original earthy flavour,
A chunk of drifted white clouds from the autumn sky as a little boat

So, you don't misunderstand me
Where 'll I come back
Where 'll sing their song
Where to lose my soul,
Or will not come
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jun 2015
erin walts
When the cold comes
When the lights go out
When promises are broken
When tears fall
Broken glass
Plastered walls
Eggshell
Tawny
Gray
Misery will never fail anyone at all
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Everyone's a master poet
Until
One day...

They stop getting all those likes
On their whimsical page,

Than thats the part
Where they
Threaten to leave H.P!!!!

Ha!!

But tis
They always stay!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
He broke her innocent barrier
Now she can't get enough
She's addicted,
Shhh...
Secret stuff
();;;
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Verily
I sayeth,
He kneweth not
Love before,
Now he's found
His truest titled
(mi amour',)
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
I'm a lover
Lost in the heat
Solitude
Of angels feet
I'm a creep
A beast of glow
Afterlife
Maketh me thy home
Fly high
Sentimental dove
Straight blast
Love drug
Queen of Spaniard
Queen of Spain
Douse me
Bounce me in the rain
Raindrops
Glee with thy head
Living art
Where the living is dead
Pry me
Tie me to the ground
Moaned screams
Two children so loud
Blood drips
Flips the mask
Gurus of spaceship
Flying craft
Free fall
Falling free
Shoppers of dusk
On unearthly need
Crust shakes
Belted the door
Rosie's tumble
Ourn legs mi amour
Grab tight
Shuttle ourn brains
Two souls
Lingering in grain
Don't let go
Its just begun
Chalice
Palace
The chosen ones
Maketh me
Thy only desire
Two flames
One burning fire
Swept feet
Crowing the mold
One casket
Two pieces of gold
Move the loot
Give thine self thy soul
Here were free
Here were home!!!
Just some lyrics to a song I just made up .. I'm a musician and singer and pianist to if u dont know !! ():
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Snap outta thy dream mine beau
For thou art I,
As I am thou
Pick up that cell
Hit thy speed dial
I'm waiting
For thy amour
Queen of crescent shore!!
#ea
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Colloquial poets
The ones of (H.P)
Coherent mad hatter's
Their words
Shalt maketh one
Laugh, cry, happy or bleed
Sad!
Indeed!!!

H.P
rained heavy on the forlorn
white stone

April dusk had stood still
on deserted lane

iron gate to the lawn
showed mossed sleepy graves

tiptoed on the overgrown grass
for epitaph hard to read

Expect great things from God
opened eyes to more widely catch

Attempt great things for God
couldn't ruin it the ravage of years

outside tombstone waited a world
in the drizzle echoed the missionary's deathless sermon.
Reflections on my visit to William Carey's grave at Serampore, West Bengal, India.
William Carey (1761-1834) was a missionary and reformer who worked in India.
He may have done more for modern missions work than any other man who ever lived with the exception of Saint Paul.
The words in bold are his epigram.
Please note the first line of each stanza has 5 words and the words in the second lines increase from 2 to 8.
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
with each word
the hands wind down
with each letter
the second hand clicks over
moving inexhorably toward my
demise

each exclam and period
punctuate the fact that i am
indeed
dying

every comma digs my grave


ah! but when i go
i shall die a poet's death
i will write about it
every syllable

and i will not be
a light bulb that just sparks out

I WILL BE AS A STAR GOING NOVA*


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(c) 6/11/2015
Thanks to
Harriet Tecumseh Watt
for the inspiration

---
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
wafted aimlessly
'neath the steamy scorch
   of summer's indecency,
as a winter's heart of
   condemnation, set adrift
     midst snowflake fire
 Jun 2015
Cup Noodles
You never
Really stay as
"
Just friends*"
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