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 Nov 2014 Margar
Barkley Layne
Pains
 Nov 2014 Margar
Barkley Layne
He does not give me butterflies

Anymore.

No, the feeling he gives me in my stomach,

It stings.
Deep in  the Ocean of Time
Right into the layers of space
Dwelling through infinite dimensions
There existed an atom

It searched for a friend
Found one to its taste
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed

It has no name
But there was no worry
For name is but an identification

But see there's some more atoms
And they too did the same
A little bit of sacrifice
For love needs it
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
They started dancing

Growing in complexity.
Living things, masses of atoms for they were
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate
DNA and protein
Cells and tissues
Life came
At long last man came

He was the observer
Who measures the universe
Out of the cradle
Onto the dry land
Here it is standing
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity
Stands in the ocean of time
Wondering
Aye
I, a universe of atoms?
Or an atom in the universe?
To Richard Feynman (again)

Posted long back.

I think this is my best poem (proper) till date. Most of the times I manipulate ideas to twist them into poems (almost all of them very short). But rare few times they flow into a verse of quality. This, I think, is one such, excluding haikus.

Want to see how friends here receive it. Of course few of them might have read it.
 Nov 2014 Margar
axr
reflection
 Nov 2014 Margar
axr
i look in the mirror
i see sunken eyes
parched lips
irritated skin
stained teeth
an embarrassing body
years of fighting myself
faded scars

i see
perfection in my *imperfections
All physical characteristics  described here are mine.
These words too are mine.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Andrew Durst
I started to settle in
my skin for the
first time as I began
to believe
that these bones
will one day
be a thing of the
past.

But like the dust
that has collected
on my hindered-hopes;
I will brush off
these worries
of a better life,
and use them
as my motivation
for tomorrow.
You're on my mind, hellopoetry.
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