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 Jan 2017 Twinkle
wordvango
if you read these words
and shed a tear for you
not me my heart will
butterfly into the ocean sink
if you see yourself floating
amongst that foam
the surf
the spray
may you think again
that is you
my dearest  care me my
you in me
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
wordvango
when it makes me feel naked
when I see myself truthfully
if I am bare and vulnerable before
the world
then am I am truth
and me in all my real
I hold nothing back ballet
in the sun
****** well shy no more
one line not clear enough
all it's ugly before you
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
wordvango
just wait one minute
the theory of art
can it be like VanGogh's
stars be monumental
for the sake of drama ,
is the winsome guitar in my favorite song
just  a prop in this play
of a rock opera?
Can it be art is just a
short way of saying artificial?
Does my heart sing her song
play a song of ethereal  longing just for a
effect?
And does art
in her theory stand for artificial , is my sight
so shortsighted?
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
wordvango
among my own little code
the tangled wrong
words the  misspelled verbs
the visceral metaphors
changed to fit a rhyme
the cerebral farthings
spent too long on
calibrated dipthongs
the following along a
tangled story
then there it becomes a dialog
a discourse in how to breathe
to me
I breathe different than you
I take  deep breaths
pause  then
let it out
that might not be how you do
I caress the softness
make a bed for the hard
word
unto as soft as hard  
can be softenened
into the next day and how it looks
again
from then
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
Sally A Bayan
(10w x 3)

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people see in you
what you wish them to see
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but your mirrors don't lie,
truth radiates
its own light...
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you may show rock salt,
.......i still see sugar granules
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Sally


Copyright January 31, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
Chloe Chapman
Looking back I can see, how it all must have looked from your eyes.
The true nature of my actions, my words and my lies.
I admit there was something wrong in my mind
And it's only now I can see all the signs.
I broke myself for you, I made myself small,
I tried to be what you wanted, I gave you my all.

But it didn't matter what I did, what you wanted wasn't me,
I should have given up, and set myself free
But instead I kept smiling, "I'm fine" I lied.
I don't hold it against you, how you cast me aside,
But you see, when I finally gave up hope,
Life overwhelmed me and I could not cope.

I shut myself in, and everything out,
left alone with my mind, self-pity and doubt.
Like rot in my brain and decay in my heart,
It ate away at my passion, and my strength fell apart.
Forgive me if I blamed you, it wasn't your fault,
But I was bitter and tired, and blame is my default.

Then came guilt, a tsunami of shame,
When I realized that I was the one to blame.
In my selfish need I had broken our connection,
Wanting more than I deserved of intimacy and affection.
And here I stand, without you by my side,
With a broken heart and wounded pride.
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
Chloe Chapman
I never expected to capture anything more
than a fragment of you
A phrase you might once have spoke in your sleep,
A twitch of your lips,
Or the curve of your spine when you stretched.

I soon realized that snippets of you were all about the place,
caught in the hedge by the back gate or reflected in the kettle.
The rings of coffee mugs on my old desk,
and loose change down the back of the sofa.
Even when I was away I still found you,
Sand in my shoes, folded corners in my books,

Even though you are gone,
I can see you in myself.
I speak with your words,  
I still see the world as you described it,
Full of wonder and curiosity,
But now tinged with bitterness.
Lyrics from your songs lurk in my mind,
And an aching emptiness where my heart once was.

I cannot forget you,
For I cannot escape you.
hmm
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
Chloe Chapman
Who made you the centre of my universe?
Because it sure wasn't me.
Do you think that I want my life to revolve around you?
like i'm just a planet orbiting the sun,
A pair of jeans in the washing machine
Or flotsam in a whirlpool.
I don't suppose you'd understand,
How dizzy I get,
after a day around you
Or even a few moments.
How I can't keep my balance
And the world sort of tips
till' everything is inside out
backwards and all mixed up.
Except you.
because for some reason
the only stable thing
in this topsy-turvy world
is you.
not really sure how this came out.. critique welcome
I held his hand firmly on the fairground.

There were ferris wheel and rocking boat
even a flying saucer
of rides worth a few pennies

but the boy embracing that unlucky age
had his eyes stuck on the shining silver blue
beaming behind the sparking glass
full with rotor blades ready to take off
dreaming a ride to the sky
past the high tent of the circus
over the tallest coconut tree
into the haze of stars
where to only lonely pilots could fly
for being loved and understood
and not questioned for the cracked voice
for the thin hairlines on upper lip
for glancing at the girls
but inducted into the team of thirteen
for perpetually traversing between stars
on free rides into freedom
worth a lifetime.
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
Sjr1000
The Parent
 Jan 2017 Twinkle
Sjr1000
The children have lived
lives
I never knew

One went to war
One went to deprivation
Both knew true suffering

I stand beyond
time and distance's separation
offering meager alms

Some of us are salmon
struggling up stream
Others are hawks
flying free in the jet stream

I don't know about you
but transitions
have never come easily
for me

Intervention or natural consequences
The rolling dice play out

In the end
the outcomes will come
long after I'm done and gone.
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