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JoJo Pantoja Feb 2016
~”Im still stuck In this fog…
where you left me…
Its ok because im almost out…
I can see a foggy human figure far away at the exit….
I know its not you…
I know its someone else…
I know its not you because that figure is patiently waiting…
Ill reach them soon…
Itll be clear….
but ill never forget you..
ill never forget where you left me…
Ill be moving on
Remembering you but never going back…
Never going back into that fog again where you left me…”~
Is your heart still wild;
I wonder,
as fog silently lifts off the Potomac.
I am not sure when
the rains started,
but the noise
falls into the fog.

The district seems sleepy,
and I am tired too.

When is it time?
When did the food lose it's taste?
When did adventure
get replaced by routine?
neko-nae Feb 2016
fog
she's confused--

the veil wrapped
so tightly over
her eyes she
starts to choke
in the midst of
a gathering--

is it really so easy?

mostly beneath the
surface, the iceberg
is seemingly small
and yet continues
for hours, deep
beneath the realms
of possibility--

sighs and tender touches never hurt before

she's just trying
to mend the hurt
while inflicting
more with
every breath--
(02.09.2016)
Denel Kessler Jan 2016
The night so long
ships calling
stay away
come


blindly pierce
clouds
anchored
at the waterline

engines throb
close, yet not
though eyes strain
soft white contains

merely
opaque outlines
shrouding
shapes familiar

eagles
materialize
singing
arise, arise

dissipating
melted wisps
ascend to kiss
returning sun

will illumination come
with fading notes
of this
fog song?
K Balachandran Jan 2016
The world as we know it
doesn't exist, from an evening days ago,
unruly fog with the menacing arrogance
of a killer whale, skimming
in the shallow waters near the shore,
has made the world vanish
without any trace, how long it would last,
no one could hazard a guess, till now!
"Is it the end of the world?"
within closed doors people wonder.
1 But no 'bang' of any kind was heard
did anyone hear any suspicious 'whimper',
the weather women with a broad smile
and reassuring voice  fails to tell us.

In this stormy night of primeval elements,
what exists for us is a continent of fear.
Shiver touching the highest recorded mark
in the Richter scale of fear, staring at a
dark night , bundled in white blanket,
all thing moving and static are kept  frozen.
Blizzard, a drunken madman keeps on
inventing a cuss word different, a minute
hissing it in varying tunes and modulations.

I hear no drone of airplanes flying low
to take the landing approach
in the airport nearby, anymore
everything except the storm and snowfall
has come to a standstill,what the morning
will bring, who could tell?
Every heart will be heavy tonight,
if only 2 Stephen Hawking will lift
his cell phone for a minute,
this is the time to ask in hush hush tone:
"Does such unprecedented signals
points that God would play dice
negating the prophecy Einstein made"
1.This the the way the world ends/Not with a bang, but with a whimper(T.S.Eliot)
2."God doesn't play dice" said Einstein, meaning there is an innate order in universe.Stephen Hawking corrected Einstein"Not only God definitely play dice but He sometimes confuses us by throwing them
where they can't be seen", meaning future could be random and unpredictable.
Joyce Jan 2016
You can only win this battle
if you are willing to fight.

You can only see clear
when the fog has left your sight.

You can find the courage
to do the things you must do.

Look deep inside your heart.
You will find the answers of truth.

Believe in yourself.
And the rest will follow to.
Em Jan 2016
A melting snowflake
hopelessly enamored by a summer rain -
a blind shot that I’m in love.
But what if I’m playing Russian roulette without a bullet?

My eyes have made enough lunch dates with the ground for marriage.
My hands have caressed a pen
trying to capture the aesthetic of her name on a blank page
because releasing “hello” is too much of a struggle against my tongue’s heart.

I live my life through passing fogs
cleared only by hearing “beautiful”
tumble off her pink, cracked lips.
I’m only beautiful when she needs me.

Her rejection fades in disparaging comparison
to her absence of words.
No is an answer.
Silence is Anxiety’s lover.

And coffee has never been my cup of tea,
but if she were willing to invite me,
I would drink a ***
to listen to her talk about Shakespeare as if they lived in the same time.

I want nothing more than to trace the soft wrinkles on the backs of her hands
the way my finger yearns to chase raindrops across a splintered windshield.
My mind is a vagabond that wanders through memories I have never experienced
and wonders if she would open her umbrella to me when the clouds weep.

She is everybody’s normal, but
she is my perfection.
to an Old Love
Caterina Jan 2016
I can't breathe
     still sitting there
with my flower dress
  on a wood bench
Where am I?
Actually don't know.
  There is a thick fog stripe
all over my head.
I'm thinking blindfold
I feel the confusion inside me
I feel silence around me
   Where am I?
waving hands wishing
the fog will go away
     Still
           there  
          the fog
   (and the confusion)
Something introspective
I think the fog is beautiful
With its undying haze
But it's causing me sorrow
When I think I see your face

It's only been 8 hours
But I still long for your kiss
I don't know how to react anymore
I've never had emotions like this
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