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 Sep 2013 Eliza
Jose Remillan
Poet
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Jose Remillan
Speak your mind
Mind your words
Words are enough
Enough is enigma

Enigma is light
Light is blindness
Blindness is truth
Truth is beauty

Beauty is madness
Madness is liberty
Liberty is prison
Prison is soul

Soul is a poet.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 14, 2013
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Emma
Maybe
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Emma
Maybe I'm not really like you
Maybe I'm not good enough
Maybe I'm not "tough" enough
or
crazy enough
Maybe I'm never what you really wanted
Maybe I was a lie
Maybe I was...

Maybe you're not really like me
Maybe you're not good enough
Maybe you're not "tough" enough
or
crazy enough
Maybe you're never what I really wanted
Maybe you were a lie
Maybe you were...


Maybe..
oh the possibilities
of
a
simple
"maybe"
I'll never know the truth of an almost lover.
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Mike Hauser
I woke up this morning
Let out a huge sigh
As I looked in the mirror
At my twitching left eye

It took me a moment or two
To see what was wrong with me
Seems I lost a few lashes
As I was visiting dreams in my sleep

That's when I started counting
Seven, eleven, twenty four, twenty seven
When I reached thirty one
It was just as I suspected

I know how many I had
When I went to bed last night
Because I wrote it down in my journal
The magic number...thirty nine

Not sure I'll be able to handle
All the laughter, all the shame
After all I do have this image
I've worked years on to pertain

With all my lashes intact on the right
All that I can think
Is how truly off balance
I'll appear to be
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Taigu Ryokan
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Kenny H
I have a desire to unleash
My imagination unto the world,
I wish to give birth to many worlds
To terraform colorful plains
Of unbelievable skies and creatures.

One is of a cat, a dangerous cat
Who stands on his hind legs
And cups his top hat with his right paw,
And bows his orange coat,
Careful not to wrinkle his fine suit.
He is dangerous because he is a gentleman,
And in this era
Gentlemen are scarce and unheard of.
So unheard of that Gentleman Cat
Is always given conservative, cautious, and quizzical looks
Looks that try to read Gentleman Cat
Of any deceit, dishonor, and destruction
That drip from his light whiskers.

Another is of an industrial wasteland
Where all its people reek of bewilderment
Taken aback by this strange place.
It is full of leaking deformities
And sopping wet clothes
And screeching radiators.
It is a sad mad realm,
But the coal still burns
As freaks walk in the rain
Under the hypnosis of poisonous air.

Another is a place I haven't fully developed yet,
But it includes a bust, a butcher, and a *****.

Another follows a bright young princess
Who chooses to walk barefoot,
Much like her people.
However, she cuts her foot on a rusty nail
And dies because modern healthcare
Is an illusion.

Another is a card player named Luke
Who sees debt as a challenge,
More so than a problem.
His ****** ignorance leads him
To a troubling situation
Where he has nothing to pay
After losing a game of chance,
Except for his fleshed jewels
Passed down since the dawn of man.

Another is one that I just thought of this instant.
It is of a psychotic policeman
Who shoots himself
In order to increase his **** count
From 27 to 28.

Finally, one more story.
In this story a woman has two dreams,
In the first she is chased by
A thunder cloud through a corn maze.
She is panting and flailing her lungs
Trying to grasp for air,
And the dream ends.
The second is she is on a conveyer belt
Sitting at a wooden school desk
Receiving lessons from a hooded figure
With a gavel
Hammering ideals and priorities
Of the old world.
The figure is crying
And drawing infinite circles on the blackboard
With a new piece of chalk.
Eventually the both of them
Arrive at the end of the line,
And fall into a cavern of outer space
Where a butterfly appears from the hooded figure's hood
And crumbles and shrivels right before the girl's eyes.
And then she wakes up.
 Sep 2013 Eliza
haley
poles
 Sep 2013 Eliza
haley
if you are the sun,
i am the moon.

you are spring afternoons
wrapped in sunshine and birdsong.

i am crisp autumn evenings
cinnamon scented and starlit.

you are a swimming pool
on the hottest day of the year
that appears cool at first glance
but smothers with its heat.

i am crinkled red, orange, and brown;
drifting with the breeze.
i am melting ice with tiny air bubbles trapped inside
releasing frigid air in tiny bursts.
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Brenda Cabral
Here I am all alone
the ocean stole my soul
here I am going insane
losing all myself control
didn't think twice
it's my fault to blame
for where I am now
giving up
I'm so ashamed
I don't know what to do
right now..
Losing myself with every breathe I take
can't figure this place out
watching the waves eat me alive
please someone
save me, save me
HELP ME OUT!
I've gone OVERBOARD!
This is the first poem I ever wrote and I was thirteen years old. I never wrote before this in my life it was actually just a project for English class, but I fell in love.
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