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 Jun 2015 Miriam
Silvia S
On an early morning
Dew whispers to flower petal
The bright yellow one
Which surrounding looks just like one


"I'm afraid I won't see you again
Once the heat starts dissolving me
Else, a beautiful bloom is to be picked
in any time soon, I believe"


Embracing the clingy chilly droplet
Flower petal whispers back,
"Well, for love is always some evers
Indeed, never is a forever"
love, life, farewell, goodbye, temporary, ephemeral, fling, relationship, bittersweet, broken heart, heart, feelings, emotion, feeling, heartbreak, pain, sadness, misery
 Jun 2015 Miriam
Tomo
A star, I have found,
and that star is You!
Who have I among them
but You?

The galaxies
subjected to Your will;
You alone
can make their lights shine.

My hope is built
on nothing less.
May You make the stars shine,
and leave darkness destroyed.
May You be the pinnacle of joy.
May I dance with You as
You sing over me!

O, the love of the Maker
of the shining stars!
 Jun 2015 Miriam
Michael Humbert
As miles fly by
Radio stations fade and melt
Into new songs, voices

And I wonder
If moving on
Was just as easy for you
 Jun 2015 Miriam
Silvia S
Have you ever missed someone so greatly,

till your heart grieves dolefully from dawn to dusk and dawn,

your soul achingly starves of rendezvous,

yet you let the innocent remain as is.



Only, surreptitiously hoping,

that you two would run into one another unpredictably,

as if mother nature coincidentally let you two converge,

or as the God unexpectedly grants your bedtime prayers.



Because, you barely can stand

having your very own deceptive, polished outer shell

cracked down.



You hardly let the scrupulous persona

envisage your constant cravings

for his perfunctory good mornings, eloquent wordings, and dainty giggles.



And, by no least,

you’re afraid he will sneak into your ice-masked, truthfully fragile personality,

only to discover your non-seraphic quintessence.
 Jun 2015 Miriam
Tatiana
Anxiety
 Jun 2015 Miriam
Tatiana
The rustle of sheets
the pacing of feet
and the lights outside flicker
in the dark street
that is covered in sleet
the house is losing heat
shiver under blankets
to gain warmth is a feat
when the big hand meets
the little hand, there are seats
that are inanimate and cold
anxiety ain't sweet
anxiety ain't sweet
anxiety ain't sweet
© Tatiana
 Jun 2015 Miriam
Cíara McNamara
You called me a heretic,
as I fought for what I believe
is right.

With my whole heart
I try to achieve
the commandments laid out for me.

I live by The book,
loving Him
my neighbours, enemies and my friends.

Old scars
bring new flesh wounds
as secrets hidden
bring to life
the trials of being human.

Plagued with suffering,
is the test of a follower.
Though I get tired of crawling -
dragging my devout being
through a fallen world.

I have been cheated,
as I have failed.
I say I won't return,
but I never learn.

I have been burned
by that to which I have devoted my life.

Who is a heretic now?

The world is on fire
and we've been burned again
sinners and devout alike.
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