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I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.

Copyright © Mike Ruff | Year Posted 2006

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A Magic Adventure Of Peter The Pan

A Magic Adventure of Peter The Pan/AKA Peta The Fwying Pan

Peter was a fine young pan with blue eyes
Like all the other pans his age, except,
Peter could not yet pronounce 'R's'--he tried...
And 'L's' hard he tried. He even wept.

School had been especially hard today
Peter had been poked, teased, and made fun of
More this day than any other school day...
And the ride home took so long on the bus.

When he came through the door, his mama knew
"Why the long face? Are you hurt? Are you sick?"
"No ma'am," said Peter, "Just tiwad fwom schoow".
"Some cookies and milk may just be the trick!"

Mama said, as Peter sat down to eat.
By now, everyone was gathered around
To hear of his day--and sneak a treat.
So he told them his story...and they frowned.

"How can someone be so cruel! Makes no sense!
You are the smartest and brightest of pans!"
Said Debbie Dishwasher-- then cycle rinsed.
The rest agreed and came up with a plan.

"Okay! It's agreed!" said Bob the blender.
"You need magic!--THAT--we can render!

Charles Chalice and Gail Goblet--my dear
Bring what you have, for this magic milk shake.
Michael Magic go get us some beer
And also get Peter a great big steak!"

Then everyone sang together with cheer:
"A parr-ty! A parr-ty! It's a parr-ty!
We are all...having...a magic--parr-ty!"

Everyone was busy, hust'ling around.
Tams the Golden Toaster was making toast.
Tex Texas Tea Pot hummed a whist'ling sound.
David Dish and Sara Spoon danced the most,
Except for Marlon Mop--he could 'get down'!

Carol Crock Pot was fixing up the Soup.
Russell Rolling Pin had rolled out a crust
For a magic pie with love from the coop.
Joann Juicer made fresh smoothies--a must!
Suddenly...a sound was heard on the stoop...

"Who could that be? It's nearly midnight!"
Said Cyndi Chandlier all bright with light.
Christopher Cutting-board called, "I'll go see!"
Vienna Vaccume said, "Not without me!"

"Wait!" Debbie Dishwasher cried from the sink.
"Let's look at more options. We need to think.
It could be someone in need of a meal...
Or, it's a burglar--come here to steal!"

"Everyone else! Quickly! Hide inside me
Until we find out who that sound might be!"

deborah burch©

*****end part I...conclusion in part II

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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A faceless enemy (what's there to Celebrate)

He appear to be a ladd of maybe 9 yrs. old.  It's Friday, as our troop's prepared to move
out unto enemy territory, and then KABOOM!!...he becomes a suicide bomber.  WOW! face-
less at such a young age.  Now as I gather my comrade's body parts (as well as my thou-
ght's) to myself I say, "these people's belong in a cage".  Pain in Irag, will it ever end, here
children's are taught too kill again & again.  Our Boy'zz in misery, misery all around us, the
stinch of death is everywhere.  Their fearless leader leads no more.  Soon he's capture, "one
would think, finally!! and now answer's of life can be restore, but sadly there's only more
bloodshed here in Irag.  And a salacious cloud still hoovers above our heads as the dead
bodie's continue's to rise, another soldier get sent home and familie's shall not be able to
stop the flow of tear's pouring from their eye's. (faceless at such a young age)
Our Boy's and Gal's in misery - here in a country, were there is no love, "A faceless enemy",
we continue to fight.  Our Congressmen and Senator's vote to keep this sinceles war going,
"for our freedom", lying to themselve's and to the American people's.  "For our Freedom",
"I don't understand-how can freedom be justified with a bullet and a gun".  How can Freedom
be (?) when every Saturday you'll be burying your daughter or your son.  Someday soon
we do get to go home, from here to a faceless nation.  As the dead bodie's continue to rise,
and before the break of dawn starts another day.  Your lil 9 year old goes outside to play.
In this land of confusion lil boy's also goes outside, freedom for him is to suicidily kill the
enemy-each and every morning in the name of Allah his mother tells him.  So 10 U.S. sold-
ier's live's are gone, more are on the way.  Remember their President is dead and gone
while our wants a "Celebration".

P.S.... This particular poem came to me in a dream, as in a dream I was there (in Irag)
holding this soldier who had been shot, and he relate's this particular
poem for me to write:

Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2010

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Ana pt 1

I met the greatest love of my life when I was the innocent age of sixteen.  She entered it the way mist creeps along the early morning ground after a night’s rain, effortlessly… Without my knowledge, we started to become fast friends. Spending endless days together, learning the curves of each others’ bodies and I of her secret ways. It wasn’t long before the lingering gazes and simple touches had me completely enamored by her and I was wound tight around her thin, cold, and skeletal- like finger. The infatuation grew as I shrunk… 

Endless days turned into endless nights, endless weeks, endless months! We spent every waking moment together, every sleeping.  With her by my side I began to run, miles after miles, to skip meals just to spend time with her.  It wasn’t long before my parents started to worry about that time I spent with my love. The days I spent locked in my room, the obsessive miles and trips to the gym early in the morning and late into the evening until my legs shook and I could barely walk.  They told me she was a bad influence and I thought, “How dare they!? How dare they try to take away the Juliet to my Romeo!?”  Our love was one to rival the ages, so dark, forbidden and intoxicating like the drugs celebrities take just to “kill the pain.”  

By January it was growing unclear where she began and I ended, both intertwined trees stripped bare by the kiss of winter’s icy lips.  God I had never been so in love! Her touch sent shivers down the bones of my spine which threatened to pierce through the worn thin skin of my back. Those hallowed eyes of hers sent flutters of starved, butterflies into a dizzied frenzy in the sunken in cave that once was my stomach. I had never felt so alive….

Copyright © Mika Mulkey | Year Posted 2015

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You feel like your whole world crumble
Does not matter about all your trouble
Walk around blindfolded and stumble
There is a light at the end of the tunnel

Life is so hard it made you stop smiling
You wake up every morning fighting 
Your heart is breaking and you crying
There is a cloud with a silver lining

And you just cannot be polite 
The glorious morning is still night
Your tomorrow does not look bright
Even darkness can show you the light

Copyright © GERT WEWEGE | Year Posted 2016

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Ana pt 2

Our love continued to grow as the warm gaze of summer came forth, shinning light on the skeletons we’d became, bodies ravaged from the merciless vulture that was and is the winter.  No rays from the sunlight, so brilliant they hurt my eyes, could provide the warmth her love provided.  The bones that tried to cut through my skin were the love-marks of our late night romps, the constant light-headedness I took for euphoric ecstasy, was really my body dying.

In the dawning light of the summer…I began to see what I had become.  What both she and I had done. I was no longer a girl, I was no longer a human being. I was a breath of bones, so thin you had to squint one eye and shut the other to notice me. “What have I done?” I screamed to myself as I stared at what use to be a body in the length of a one-way mirror. She came to me then, tried to tempt me back into her arms, but I no longer saw the beauty in her skeletal form. I could only see how her love had raped and pillaged me.  And so I turned her away and said goodbye…

Copyright © Mika Mulkey | Year Posted 2015

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First Crush: You Crushed My feelings forever

For the boy who had gone through his first crush..  wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!

Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!

She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!

Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!

My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!

Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!  with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

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Living each day all alone Even though I'm surrounded by millions of people, I still feel in isolation. 
I am surrounded by the nothing, i am the Nothing!
Deep inside, I feel rotten to the core,
Skin shedding,like the devil is devouring me!
I feel that life's oils are draining from me,
Seeping through my vein's,
No light within me, darkness has took it's toll,
How do I break it's grasp.
Energy is draining, yet a spark ignites inside me,
My soul will win out,
I will fight with each and every breath I take.
The darkness will become light once again.


Copyright © Amelie Starr | Year Posted 2014

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Walking besides the beach,
With emptiness within my reach,
Who will b there when i die??
Or will it b the same, alone to cry!

I see the stars, up and out,
Lyk a flower getting sprout,
Alone as i walk along,
Trying to get my soul from long,

Lost it somewhere in middle, 
Couldn't find, solving the riddle,
More i solve, more i am trapped, 
Within lonliness i am wrapped,

The sun shone bright wid dawn,
Bringing the chirp of birds along,
And so my shadow came back to me,
Assuring,it'll always be there for me,
And so i walk besides the beach,
With myself&shadow in my reach,
Who wil be there when i die? 
Just me&my shadow enough to cry!

Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2014

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This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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A Child's Face

I was dreaming, when I was awaken, of a child's face.
Who held no expression. No thoughts, no feelings,
Who was in a deep depression.
She was in a world of alcohol and drugs, a world of no hope.
She was in such misery, which meant she had no serenity
Her life was in such distress, how could she get rid of this mess.
Alcohol and drugs was her way of life, reality just bites.
Sometimes she was such a dope, but treatment and A.A. was her only hope.
She could of died that cold November night, but she didn't, she put up a fight.
To look at her face that holds an expression.
To see her eyes, that have no depression,
She is very courageous to say, that alcohol and drugs are not the way.
She finally found some peace of mind,
Because that child's face was really mine.

Copyright © Julia Blanchard | Year Posted 2013

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Copyright © simpal tripathi | Year Posted 2015

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True Bliss

Contemplate and meditate
      That the truth
           - Shall -
   See the light of reality
With-in the realm of possibility:

Gary Fields

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2013

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life- Chapters

When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak

Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him

Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak

Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself

Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world

Avnesh yadav

Copyright © avnesh yadav | Year Posted 2014

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Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2014

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In The Name Of Jesus


The Spiritual wings'
Of Eternity there-by
Expands' with me and you
We sing the praises'
           Of Christ....
And totally abhor
His Holy sacrifice
We seek His wisdom
We seek it in His Name
Should we have did
What He had did
       On the CROSS
The one in the same
Should it have ended that way
Could we have just stayed
             With Jesus'
The Man of the Cloth.....
Under different circumstances'
We all could have been lost
Fore The Lord is Thy Shepard 
Could we have followed
      That day'....
In the name of the Lord
Give due praises'         
And just let us pray!
We shall become Resurrect
      Come Judgement day'

                Poet Author
                Gary Fields

copyright Apr2012

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012

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Pessimistic Love

Love is
the morning dew...
lurking, looming

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011

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Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...

To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...

My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.

But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.

Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.

As she leers like the silver Moon...

I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...

Copyright © Jimmy Brouwers | Year Posted 2013

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How do I escape

How do I escape my life of misery. Do I run away or do I hide away. None of my 
choices seem feasible because where  can I go to escape tradegy or how conceal 
could I be  so that no one can see me. How could I be like the great Houdini who 
escape traps; as for I, How can I escape life. Or how could I be like the incredible 
David Copperfield who eluded object making them invisible, so that ,no one can 
notice me. All my notions are  idealistic and not realistic, so the best thing to do is to 
expire, that will do the trick. Therefore, making me the greatest illusionist and 
escapist artist that ever been - to create more than illusion and to escape the 
greatest escape... and that is cease to exist. That is how I will escape my life of 

Copyright © Sophia Smith | Year Posted 2011

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Nullness is exploiting me
Vacant heart and soul
Dying slow ready to be 
Eaten by all.

Failure is good 
Success is heaven
But in that state i stood
Where none lies but demon.

That little fragment that
Never lets me fail
And that moment at
Which i dispair out of ail.

Its a punishment to be
Nothing, and dreams to
Be achievable, but see
I reach nowhere but blue.

That exhausted soul
Those lethargic hopes
Makes me crawl
On swift success slopes.

Where eaxh breath is dull
And each sight blur
I sight death as a mother- to lull
When i constantly err.

My pen frowns at me 
And eager to get lost
I see light..but he can't see
As i discuss dreams and he say you boast.

                        Akash sangwan

Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014

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Longing for the sound of your voice
if just to say hello, how are you
it's been awhile, perhaps to long

How have you been feeling, better I hope
how's my brother? I'll bet he's getting big
I'll bet he's growing into a fine young man

How's the weather? It's been rainy here
warm too, the humidity is up but not as bad
as it was in Florida though, I remember that

What's that? he wants to go to Annapolis or
West Point from High School, oh and 
he will be in JROTC in High School 4 years

Your feeling better you say? Stronger by the day
working out three days a week, sounds good
your gaining weight, but it's muscle not fat.

Well gotta go, I'll call you!


Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2010

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crimson wings

On crimson wings I fly Twixt night and day I fly in crimson wake, there is no rest, there is no haven. On crimson wings I flee there is no joy there is no love only fear and pain ,sorrow and malice On crimson wings I fly searching Searching for the way The way out of this cursed place Where the living and the dead know no bounds For this I hunt on my wings Covered in my blood dripping crimson I fly not knowing where i go I wander endlessly Waiting for the shadows To finish me

Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012

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Nullness is exploiting me
Vacant heart and soul
Dying slow ready to be 
Eaten by all.

Failure is good 
Success is heaven
But in that state i stood
Where none lies but demon.

That little fragment that
Never lets me fail
And that moment at
Which i dispair out of ail.

Its a punishment to be
Nothing, and dreams to
Be achievable, but see
I reach nowhere but blue.

That exhausted soul
Those lethargic hopes
Makes me crawl
On swift success slopes.

Where eaxh breath is dull
And each sight blur
I sight death as a mother- to lull
When i constantly err.

My pen frowns at me 
And eager to get lost
I see light..but he can't see
As i discuss dreams and he say you boast.

                        Akash sangwan

Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014

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I am aggressive
drowning problems under myself
I watch their sorrow grow in the wake of what I've done;
Buildings fallen
Dreams crushed
Blood shed,
their world shaken,
My rough foam bubbling as their toes intercept sand
they look to the horizon in hope of a new day,
a day where the feeling of me is one from their heart,
when the blowing wind doesn't suck the air from their bodies,
when they can once more see beauty in a storm
rather than the sunken faces of those whom they loved being taken away

Copyright © Misty Ann | Year Posted 2015

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Dragon teacher

Thy fire cleanses my body of the darkness that clings to me Createing a barrior that the darkness cannot pierce Thy wings bright and shining though the dark Guide me to you
More pending

Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012

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Life All At Once

Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....

Copyright © April Mae | Year Posted 2012

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O Depression

O depression 

In despair ,thou art give me refuge ,
To whom ,the world only rebukes ,
I have race of thoughts ,
Which the atmosphere has bought ,
In insecurity my feelings run,
In consolidation ,emotions shun,
Mind goes Helter skelter, 
In search of peaceful shelter .
Mind gets full of pollution 
Thoughts positive and negative in motion 
Mind sets into traffic rush rush
With body responding to this Hush hush 
Anxiety forcibly pops in 
Depression says,"why did you drop in ?",
Handling all of you drains me 
Sleepless nights in bed frame me 
Restlessness accompanies me in bed 
Weakness in all I have bred 
Unexpectedly hope enters with love 
Depression sighs ,"why thou art enter in this hullabaloo, .
Hope replies,"hey I'll recite a limerick from honolulu 
In this atmosphere of anarchy 
Let me exercise my monarchy 
Thou art will be gifted 
With a morale highly elevated 
Shew away these fiery personalities ,
And thou will achieve all royalties 
Of happiness ,peace and freedom ,
In my holy spirited Kingdom "

Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2015

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I am a cheap pen, living
In your pencil box, which you keep unlocked
So that someone steals, cause a new one rocks
I have been, used to write letters that you didn’t mean
Your ignorance is not a hidden thing
Call me a link/linc between God and human beings
As I write lies, which are truly seen/sin
As truth, I put dots on a paper
Still you love the costly pens,
You honor them as your savior
Clever, the way you favour
The one with a branded name on it, remember
When you bought a new one from open market
By exchange of words, I was, brokenhearted
Day by day it turned out to be a growing burden
Knowing I am unwanted
Throwing up on a book, I vomit, ink comes out
Before he died, did Lincoln shout?
 No he died, with a dream living in the pocket of his coat
A pen to represent him, present in presidential quote
So I write, knowing that no one will go through my note
My paper floats like a boat, frightened boat
On my tears, all these years, all of this enlightened road
Full of water and mud, what else you want?
Will write till my ink dries and nibs get blunt
But someone takes credit of what I write, I am not a born fighter
I am a mechanical ghostwriter
I could, make the world look, more brighter

Copyright © Soumyadeep Kanji | Year Posted 2015

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Drifting Away From Myself

Drifting away from myself
Is like breaking of the chord
Division inside me
Disconnection of inner me from reality
Loosing my identity
Don't care whose watching
But heart sobbing silently
Arms crossed over my head
Eyes blurred with tears
Like a lost child wondering around
Its an unbearable nightmare
Is like sinking in a pool of schizophrenia.

Copyright © Lwandle Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2015

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Dead Or Living

The dead walk among the living Who can tell living from dead Where do I lie in grave or sun Blood or flowers ?

Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012