Shadowpain, 15 may 2013
Lonely leaf filled with grief
Floating amidst the waters of disbelief
Shed its colours into the deep
a climb that was too steep.
Draped in dread and discontent
my feet bury themselves in melancholic sand.
Our carvings overgrown
Drifted apart
living on our own
The statue reduced to a chunk of stone
the soft vibration of your skin that flakes like snow
and pours like tears over that lovely face of yours
and the eyes
of lush spring and blissful green
that carried me to worlds unseen
appaled at the echoes of cheery whispers and breath
the beating sound in my head that is your heart
now like autumn leaves....driven apart
But my dreams give me flight
My memories keep you so close, so tight
The water is cold
and i'm sleepy
i'll be with you soon....
Alicja Kuberska, 15 may 2013
I'm losing hope.
I close my eyes and fly in the air over the unfulfilled promises.
I'm breaking up the anchor, going away hastily.
The thoughts are rolled like sails in stormy weather.
Some of them are just the tattered illusions sadly waving in the wind.
And it would be so beautiful- I think in loneliness
I feel the waves of disappointments overflowing .
Are there the drops of sea water on my face or maybe only tears?
Feelings have the destructive force of a tornado.
Dreams about a safe harbor vanished in the fog of helplessness and grief.
I do not know the meaning of the word “peace”.
Distrust sentences me for another journey.
It is impossible to forget
Dissolve in reality - to become nothingness
Satish Verma, 15 may 2013
Blaze was coming to terms
ith pyrotechnic cascade.
The dignity was emotionally drained out.
The persona turned to anima,
to find out the answer
for quality verdict.
A rogue mission had flattened
the brain. The piano man was dead
and climate was changing.
The safe, warm and wrapped up
seed, hiding in the mouth of a
drowned moon exploded in the silent
sea of telling thoughts.
A trembling tongue will spurt
out translated earth.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 14 may 2013
It was too dark to notice the flowers
of early spring,
the stars were out in their bluest white blaze
they were shining,
moments were more intense in that black night,
doves were cooing
while your lips soft warm sweetly did find mine
the very moment was somehow divine.
Siva Bhanga, 14 may 2013
I loved them both. Then He lost his heart.
THE BAD LITTLE BOY
Whos boy is that? Aunt Patricia'S
BAD LITTLE BOY
Nothing bored her more... She felt like locking Him out the door.THAT BAD LITTLE BOY
Is it Him or us that is strange they ask
Maybe its His name from Friday the black I heard his daddy left home and never came back.
Yes that BAD LITTLE BOY
Sounds like it was all planned... Now he goes about with a Matchet. Dawn THROUGH to sunset.
THAT BAD LITTLE BOY
Sending chills through all they that set eyes Pon Him.
More revered by the people than will a ronin.
THAT BAD LITTLE THING OF A BOY.
Hu brings pain and takes joy.
Its not His fault.Thats what they called Him
He is KOFI THE BAD LITTLE BOY.
Satish Verma, 14 may 2013
What was the ethics of homefires
when homeostasis had gone awry?
There were no concrete truths.
I will not wear the lies instead
like fly ash on my bloodied shirt.
The old habits die hard;
the beds of flesh and bones, carry the
strange innocent meanings of heavy
eyelids which could not beat the silk
of green eyes of a sun.
A miracle was needed to undo the
thighs of mermaid who went to sleep on the
rocks of jealousy. The sky-blue flames
rise again from the navel of infidel love
who had inherited the golden moon.
Satish Verma
Scott Mitchell, 13 may 2013
As my eyes settle
upon my one
luminous flower
The light of its flame
burns, as my only desire
What you see as faults
or a rip in your petals
Simply bring to my lips
and make it sweet
like honey and wine
My soul's pollen
as I forget every other
like star dust
I absorb your colors
and trickles from your eyes
If you used to kneel, pleading
with heaven too many times
Look into my eyes
as I kiss
the scars on your knees
If you continue seeing rain
open yourself for me
My soul will kiss yours
as our passions release
one by one, every pain
~
Scott Mitchell
Gert Strydom, 13 may 2013
There is a new world between you and me
where we find something more than just love,
where we do forget all of the past pain and heartaches,
where we only know about how we feel now.
In a place far away from memories and the reminding
we do meet where love is not measured by possessions
and sometimes the misery of life gets hold of me
while deeper things are only waiting to unfold
and when I feel your breath soft against my cheek
and do look very deep into your eyes
then there is far more than only the heat of your body
and then I know of the impact of you words and actions
and I get a glance of how that world looks,
when I find the essence of love which no words can describe.
Alicja Kuberska, 13 may 2013
Spring gave me new dresses.
They are made of clouds' dreams,
warm glances and soft touches.
Accessories are also important.
A necklace of kisses and scarf
with gentle smiles.
Do I look well?
Shoes dance by themselves.
They have joyful bows
and heels made of bird's trills
Where are we going?
Chill of the indifference
need only disappear
Mistrust should melt.
Look! First snowdrop!
Do you want it?
I will offer you something valuable
Gert Strydom, 13 may 2013
There is a new world between you and me
where we find something more than just love,
where we do forget all of the past pain and heartaches,
where we only know about how we feel now.
In a place far away from memories and the reminding
we do meet where love is not measured by possessions
and sometimes the misery of life gets hold of me
while deeper things are only waiting to unfold
and when I feel your breath soft against my cheek
and do look very deep into your eyes
then there is far more than only the heat of your body
and then I know of the impact of you words and actions
and I get a glance of how that world looks,
when I find the essence of love which no words can describe.
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