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 Apr 2015
ilina286
Do you know that feeling...when you fall in love?
When you start falling and you know you'll never get up.
When you give your happiness to someone,because you care for him more than you care for yourself.
Because you love him,more than you love yourself.
Do you know that feeling...when you fall in love?
When the touch of someones hands takes you to another dimension.
When you see another world in someones eyes,a world you always dreamed of.
Do you know that person...that makes you fall in love?
The same person who erases all your fears,making you feel safer than ever.
The same person who is the reason you cope with everything.
The reason to get up,live,and fight.
Do you know that feeling...when your heart breaks?
When that same person becomes stranger.
When the love dissapears like it never excisted.
When you become one big nothing to him.
But he is one everything to you.
He is and he will always be.
 Feb 2015
Joe Cole
Yes 60 years ago I did believe
About fairies and mermaids
Elven fires burning bright
Well yes I do still choose to believe
Well why do we adults choose the path
I lose myself in the works of Stevenson
In the the works of Kipling
Masters of there art
But hopefully I bring that art
Into a new world
My world
 Feb 2015
Nirali Shah
Rays of the morning sun
Encroached the attic
From a very notorious
Broken piece of window
Exposed the little specks of dust
Suspended
In the rotting wooden walls.
Some sticking in the peeling paint
Some lying
On her mother's once famous cookbooks
Now being devoured
By selfish
silverfish and fungi.
The dust
Telling stories of her childhood
Settled upon the rocking horse
And her favourite little music box
And a carton full of holiday polaroids.
The dust
Such a dry commodity
Moistened some old memories.
Reminiscence.
Isn't it amazing?
February 10,2015
I wrote this little piece after a friend of mine suggested the word "Dust" to write about :)
 Feb 2015
Babu kandula
Life is beautiful

When you are low
It will give you an
Opportunity to rise

When you are high
It will warn you
About the fall

It actually sends
The rightful senses
To us

What we call is Sixth sense

But we ourselves cannot
Understand it

I call this sense as God

Some will accept my opinion

If you feel the presence of God

That's the most beautiful part of Life

He is behind you
He is beside you
He is infront of you

He is omnipresent
Thank you for this beautiful
Gift (My Life)
Who is this poet?

Is he faithful to his poetry
as good as pretends to be
or his heart is ever on the darkside
nowhere near of what he writes.

Who is this poet?

Is his hat real or fake
he’s weak and easily breaks
he aims only to teach
never follows all that he preach.

Who is this poet?

Is he really that sweet
joyous and good as his wit
does he expose truly his heart
or the real he hides behind his art.

Who is this poet?

Does he have in him
all his painted dream
the lover’s happiness
he does profess.

Who is this poet?

Is at heart he's that pure
what with words he conjures
or all them are just his arty wile
he's merely spinning tales in style.
the lens turned to self.
 Jan 2015
Roxxanna Kurtz
In two years time,
I won't exist to you.
I'll sink into the past
and be left to collect dust,
with all of our special moments
and perfect thoughts.
I won't cross your mind
like how you'll always live in mine,
*But, I'll still wish for happiness for you.
An artistically woven
turquoise woolen
pullover made
out of the finest
moher fabric
made my day.

Made for you,
to be caressed
and cherished
as a perfect
garment.

It looked so good
on you, my darling!

Rainbow colors always
bring me happiness and
I gently touch you,
feeling already safe
as a deer in a flowering
forest; within narcotically
scented alluring hug, we
embrace again, tightly,
you and me, entwined.

Whiffed winds melody
played through tall pine
tree tops as a flute song
swaying branches. It seemed
as they are affirming our walk
along the shore, where the river
meets an ocean, hand in hand,
peacefully.

And, yet, every time the
strong cool breeze exposes
your magnificent masculine
figure in that woolen top,
my coolness faints into the
void and dissolves itself.

Our urge emerges!
I feel your fingertips touch
as a passionate flame dance
over my face, you turn my
head up toward your loving
gaze, wanting it so much,
slightly pulling me up
then burning my lips.

Our hurried steps are heard,
echoing as a rushed tempo
on the salty path, fresh air
lingers around us, leading
us to our charming summer
suite, to undress. And love.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic love Poet
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 Jan 2015
WendyStarry Eyes
Failure is rooted
Deep inside of me
It may be the
Definition of humanality
The more I try
The more imperfect I become
Burning out the pride
Inside of me
Is a task in which
I strive to succeed
At times I find it
Very over powering within me
I fail because pride over rides
When I succeed
I have, at last, reached
The understanding
This is why The Lord
Sent to us, His Son
My mind has been opened to
His graciousness, love, and guidance
His will drives me
To overcome
never ending human battle we must not succumb
 Jan 2015
Rachael Dawn Busby
Here I am again
locked in your trance
but from a distance

light years away
it seems
except in my dreams

inseparable there we'll
forever be

my Dearest William I long for thee
I cry "come to me " in my sleep....

I pray for the day you return.....
still......
 Jan 2015
Rachael Dawn Busby
Love binds my heart intertwined
He lead my heart down a path never before
Any road another had I taken
Another could find
He touch me deep my cherry did bleed
Lovely binds
Leaving behind
My heart intertwined
Dark angel had fallen by choice to be with me
 Jan 2015
SG Holter
Bullet and blade
Have ended
Many a friend.

Some were warriors
Living by sword, others
Just unlucky.

No one safe from
Anything. I buy her
Pepperspray instead of

Flowers these days.
Keep leaving
Butterfly knives in the

Pockets of her coats.
I am a man of non-violence,
But one with worlds to lose.

I miss the days when the fight
Ended as ground was hit.
Knuckles and bones were

All we needed; men fencing
For themselves with nothing
But themselves,  

And women were there to be
Charmed and fought over. Not
Left torn and terrified

In a ditch, broken beyond repair,
Their men helplessly wielding
Lead and steel at the absence

Of the animal responsible.
I'll buy her flowers today.
Flowers, and walk her home.

Bullet and blade
Have ended
Many a friend.

The weight of their
Tragedies is about the
Same

As that of the crates of ammunition
It takes to keep the world
Safe from the threat of itself.
We are burning
We are burning
Oh god the pain
My kingdom
Your kingdom
No light, just flame
Ashes around us
Cinders within
Embers are burning
And I, with him
We are burning
We are burning
Oh god the flames
We are burning
We are burning
**No love, just pain.
My heart feels heavy
There are weights
Suspended in my chest
And with every pulse,
Every beat, i sink
Into a cold chasm
Deep within myself
And eventually,
I will be lost there
So I hold fast onto
The last of me
My fragment of identity.
And my heavy heart
Continues to beat.
"I am
I am
I am
"
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