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 May 2017 fagaveli
Grim Reaper
It's raining here,
and I am driving.

You're singing
and I am laughing

But not at you :p
Some thoughts while driving.
 May 2017 fagaveli
ADS
Today marks the end of an amazing chapter
For I am going to step away from writing
Not forever but for a little bit of time

I have written poems about love and lost
I have written some poems while in tears and in shear glee
Sometimes I wrote in pure anger and frustration
But I would be a fool to say it wasn't worth every word I typed
I have found people that supported me
I found a passion that filled my soul with hope instead of hopelessness

Before I started this journey I didn't know a thing about poetry
Yeah this poem really doesn't show what I have learned
I have learned how to write different forms of poetry such as free verse, limericks and haikus

Now its time to step away and breathe
For me I have wrote more than I can believe
Time to step back and reread what my poetry has made me
My poetry has led me on great adventures
It has taught me a lot about what truly makes me tick
For if it wasn't for my poetry I don't know where I would be mentally
I just wanted to thank everyone that follows and supports me. Dont worry I will be back
 May 2017 fagaveli
MR LA MADRID
i can feel myself
physically fading
like a dreamer's dream disrupted
completely disappearing
and soon forgotten

i can feel myself
drifting into the void
like the promises you uttered
but were never fulfilled
and soon forgotten
 May 2017 fagaveli
Jon York
Never accept the things that you
cannot change, just change the
things you cannot accept and as
you begin to find out what is real
you begin to realize that nothing
is as perfect as you imagine it to be.

Somewhere in my mind just now,
as I write these words, run all of
good tines and the bad times so
fast I could hardly see them yet I
can call back any one of them and
and describe them in finest detail.

In my words I express my faith in
life, my conscience, my hopes, my
loves and my attempts to understand
what is and and what has been going
on in the world that surrounds me
and may you find inspiration and
warmth in my words.

Looking out at the road passing
under my wheels, I can't tell you all
how crazy this life feels but as a writer
I try to look at my poems from a new
perspective, turning tragedy into
tenacity and in my creativity I allow
myself to make mistakes, but the art
of it is just knowing which ones to keep.

Understand life backwards but live it
forwards knowing that once great
wrongs are done it is rarely possible to
undo them so cultivate your powers of
recuperation and restoration and even
the darkest night will end and the sun
will rise again.

Life provides the contours and we as
poets provide the shading and color
and you will find that as the years pass
you by you will become more creative
and make fewer mistakes because you
become aware that your days are
numbered and that nothing remains
the same in the game of life.

Know that habit is your constant
companion,your greatest helper, or
your heaviest burden and it will push
you onward or drag you down to
failure, but always know that it is
always at your command as half of
the tasks you do are done by habit
quickly and correctly, so be firm with
it and show it exactly how you wish
things done and after a few lessons
habit will do it automatically.
                                             Jon York   2017
 May 2017 fagaveli
Zoe
00:01AM
 May 2017 fagaveli
Zoe
hey, it's me
how are things?
are you there? i miss
you so much

i know ***** and break-ups
don't mix and i
know that's probably
why i'll regret this tomorrow.
i hate myself but i
called just to tell
you i'm sorry

but

will the day come when
we would want to
see the sunset and watch
each sunrise with each
other - will you love me
again by then?

no.
never mind.
bye.
first-word acrostic
inspired by: SEVENTEEN
 May 2017 fagaveli
Meenu Syriac
In silence, we left every sentence unfinished.
*As the dawn came

Every word we never spoke
Lingered like the mist.
On your lips, I kissed
Hoping to light a spark.
And as you looked into my eyes
All there was to our story
Died with our silence.
Rising and falling chests,
Trembling hands,
Let it fall to our sides,
Let our bodies rekindle with our souls.
Why do we fight this if we can let go?
Why do we fight for what was lost
*So long ago?
© Meenu Syriac
Where is the pianist in me
Where is the overly-enthusiastic musician
Who'd pick up any lyrics
And make it into a song.

Where did I lose my words
Where did I lose my will to write
Where did I lose my courage
To cry my heart out on a piece of paper
And bleed my fingers on a guitar-string.

Where did I lose my random scribbles
Where did I lose my unabashed thoughts
Which I would often lash out on empty canvases.

When did my creative block
Turn me into a mechanical machine
And make me forget that
My right brain works better than the left one.

Where did I lose my faith
In this ****** human race
Where did I lose my friends
My family
And all those who loved me?

Where did I lose my
Optimism
and when did I lose myself
To anxieties and the blues?

Is this real or a dream?

Where did I lose my courage to live?
Can someone find it for me?
I should stop over-thinking.
 May 2017 fagaveli
insomniatrical
I wanted to write a poem
But I became so exasperated at the fact that
I could not find the words.
I became frustrated and deleted every word I wrote,  
Only to find myself here,
Writing what you are reading now.
 May 2017 fagaveli
K
Memories of you
 May 2017 fagaveli
K
My arms held you close
I looked deeply into your eyes
As if they were a vast ocean I couldn't understand
I studied every curve of your face
Knowing you be gone soon
The memory of your face will be hidden in this place
Just like the memories of us too
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