Gert Strydom, 25 march 2013
When our train
clanging move on its tracks
sometimes comes to a halt
we sit as total strangers
right across each other
and every conversation disappears
when the clanging motion starts again.
Gert Strydom, 25 march 2013
When I catch your glance
when two trains came to a halt
with windows together
I see for a moment
how you stare at me
so as if recognition
catches us for a moment.
Satish Verma, 25 march 2013
The unwed moon
rowing like a swan on blue lake
after making love to silence.
Dignified shadows
walk on black beach
gathering white heels.
Only lunatics will sing
in shapeless lines.
Who cares for a sequence?
The milk of love
after the kids, in night
the moon was drinking nonstop.
Satish Verma
Goldie Lopez, 24 march 2013
Looking through old photos
which reminds me of you.
I can’t help but notice...
you’re appearance seems aloof.
A strong man of wisdom
who captures integrity
But this I assume
High expectations, shattered dreams
the real you... is like camouflage to me.
I’m like a hunter
Looking for prey
Though you seem wild with fury
Looks don’t always pay
My mind keeps pondering
Are you what I think?
A heartless hurter, a midnight thrive
Chasing woman to feed a need
Though with a twist
A thought crosses my mind
This is what I perceive inside
Maybe… you are fragile, gentle and shy
Scared of influences from shadows pasted
Misunderstood, vulnerable you’d be
afraid to let time occur with me
the wrath of fear reeks, grasping our virgin love
Warped memories steal your attention
as the present remains unchanged
wondering eyes lead me back to…
past failures clinging to roads so gloom.
Rambling words assuming you’d heed
No issues should stop you’re appearing to me
No deception or fear
No pain I declare
No drama insight
Babe, this moment is right
So take me by the hand…
come follow me through.
I promise I won’t do what others done to you..!
But in the present things are still the same
Caught in the a cycle of self inflicted pain
I ponder to myself, “Am I the one to blame?”
I’m head over heels for a man I can’t obtain
All I want is you… yet I can’t see
Why is the real you
Like camouflage to me?
Written by,
Goldie D. Lopez
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 24 march 2013
You are a thousand miles away....I miss you
I can see your writings and know I am safe with you
You have spoken to me in many different ways...I love them all.
It is a beautiful day because of you......
Don't take away your emotions to me
I am happy now and want you to be the same...
Taking care of business is hard sometimes but the end result is satisfying
How many more days do I have to count. I can reach out and pull you into me
At times I wonder what you are doing, how you are and I am going to find out all my questions from you in your time...
Love is truly a shock to the system as you have changed my whole make-up and not on my face
You have a simply beautiful heart.........
I need to be a part of that, my life would suffer without you..........
Kahlia
A friend loveth at all times...Proverbs 17:17
Naeem, 24 march 2013
Oh, Forgive me, I bow
blame me not now;
-come and become closer
my friend;
-my brother!
Who are you?
Wish I knew…
Those eyes given to me
went dry long ago;
-I cry over none
no more.
Colors shower upon me
like gloom and grey;
-I lost the power of sight
forgot what is light.
The mirrors around me
reflects every anguish;
-every sorrow of life.
Will they ever perish?
The Mask on my hands
to me from you
I fear, I cannot wear it
because truth remains true.
So, tell me what is left to fear
when agony is all I see and hear.
Can you define me the face of joy
then I shall again show you my tear?
Anthony DiMichele, 24 march 2013
This morning I woke up in my coffin
I was on the wrong side of my neck
to be precise I was before and after
myself
with a message that dreamed me
caught forever in my mouth
I hope I get to you in this promise
but I was already on the wrong side
of my pain
in the neck like a medal I wore backwards
intentionally
between stars this morning
I wore hope around my neck in a noose
that I knew was meant for someone else
but I woke up hopelessly
and it fit me perfectly
Anthony DiMichele, 24 march 2013
my frozen lust left an empty puddle here
fantasies
filled with lovely fillings
while nihilism leaks out of hollywood buddhism
buttery old fashioned
shamefully naked
nothing
living in underwear
a purgatory for vainglorious poultry
who are finished with thanksgiving
Satish Verma, 24 march 2013
A felled tear reflects the rainbow.
I wait for the night.
Moon had promised an audience.
Yes, I will sit beside the moon,
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining:
the heat, the dust, the life needles
and expressionless faces of trembling
angels. The heroes were disrobing and
attacking the pyramids of undoing.
I sweat and reel in chilly mornings.
A primitive instinct takes over the
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.
Satish Verma
Anthony DiMichele, 23 march 2013
the anxiety slashed me it curled me into a fetus of fear
the fear cancered me
for years and then it killed me
many times
I am with you not of you
my pain is weightless
my thoughts a narrative of escapism
suicidal dance in the shadow of our rubbish
everything goes in the frenzy and the trance
the song and dance
of eatting corpse
I don’t know how or why
but I fly downstream to the sea
automatically
and I don’t stop there
I can hear you speak
to your self silently
as you read
I think this is eternity
I don’t want to die
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