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Don't Come


     I don't want your fingerprints ...

     (Work in progress)
     (Re-rewriting it)
     (Sorry for the inconvenience)

Copyright © Ruben O.

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I'm just a man

You sat there crying with tears rolling down you face
Asked me why I didn't show you any compassion
All I could say was that 'I'm just a man'
I should have wiped away your tears and held you tight
Told you I loved you and everything will be all right
Yet, I showed no emotion, because 'I'm just a man'
All the answers to your questions, I couldn't find
I was impatient, because 'I'm just a man'
All those times you would scream and shout went unnoticed
I thought you would calm down after the silence
I never meant to hurt you, but 'I'm just a man'
I can still remember the day you said goodbye
I was so confident you would come running back
I wish I wasn't so arrogant, but 'I'm just a man'
I saw you walking the other day with another guy
I can't help but be jealous, because 'I'm just a man'
I saw you smile and you seemed so happy
Finally, you met someone who understood you
Who will show you compassion and hold you tight
You deserve a real man, not someone still a boy
But how could I understand, when I don't understand myself
I was an unloved child who lost his childhood
Nobody taught me how to become a man
Nobody told me the difference between right and wrong
Nobody taught me how to love and care for another
School didn't teach me anything about life
Now here I am again all alone dealing with the ghost of the past
Even though you don't think so, I did love you deeply
Guess I didn't say it enough, because 'I'm just a boy
I hope you have forgiven me for the times I hurt you
Because 'I'm not a man', 'I'm just a boy' Fictional The Silent One 9 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Emotional ghost

Abandoned just when I needed you most Departing leaving behind an emotional ghost Pain it hurts so much Sorrow tears won't stop Promises broken without any thought Regret too late to be sorry Communication broken down without dialogue Actions no substance in the performance You promised to wipe away my tears to hold me in this world full of fears through my most severe trials and tribulations guaranteed to love me without confrontations Walking away believing no one exists for you leaving everything deluded by what is not true Bitter, stubborn, ignorant to how I am feeling oblivious to that heart you are warily stealing Nocturnal animal you stay awake at night reluctantly sleeping at the sight of light Open your mind and enable your heart to feel think carefully - this could be your final meal I yearn for you, like the night lingers for the stars because when love is true like romantic memoirs even those who in haste - foolishly depart the heart will never let them stay apart The Silent One 17 November 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Love Beyond the Pale

You lay upon the warm wet earth
now ripped from limb to limb.
Your present shape denies the girth
of your form in its prime.

A life cut short and denied its worth
about you ivy climbs,
my love for you evokes the hearth
a bonfire which knows no end time.

Now fallen, slain, cast for rebirth,
the core of you sublime,
an earthly stump, at forest skirt
reminds me of grand times.

Soon, I too will go beyond the earth
recalling passion's prime,
through the veil of life unearthed
my heart returned to thine.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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For One Pass Of Your Breath

you write your words and they make me cry you write those word and you know i die but i've died so often now i held you in my arms while you smelled my hair i saw that pretty little smile you saved for me we always ran  too wild to walk it takes two to tango only one to pirouette when you did your round about turned over every single  leaf left me out alone in the dead of spring or  was it winter,  it must of been 'cause i know i almost froze you kissed me back when we first met we kissed a lot way back then how you loved my lips the touch of my skin your thick black mane  how you'd whip it back exposing yourself all bare we never turned off the lights or ever said hush do you still own those dice the ones in gold with embedded gems in black you use to love to roll them  rolled those snake eyes that bit i'd swallow the poison like lemonade stripped naked, handcuffed and whipped your ceramic nails tearing at me my flesh on them  the blood on my back i didn't know   wore my white shirt 'till someone screamed from behind it was red i dripped on the floor like a lit candle melted like a witch drenched in Dorothy's water you clicked your ruby heels and you were gone i wasn't in Kansas anymore walked around with a briefcase  in my Armani suit i never shed a tear bedded woman half my age they lined up in droves  to be with this broken man i would yell like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco and i never fell i was the man  everybody told me so i would smile shyly   thank them their praise but i knew who i was make no mistake every rodeo has its clowns  I wasn't the matador even though I spoke fluent bull the only knifes i carried were in my back do you remember my white shirt the whole time i justified me to me by not thinking by not talking by not listening by not wishing  or even dreaming we both knew there was a gun in my briefcase we both knew I would never use it didn't own any bullets still i pulled the trigger some joy in that  pointed to my head click, nothing  and when I saw you yesterday and I held my breath for longer then I ever had i thought the room would never stop spinning i remember we spoke how i saw it in yours eyes as plain as day regret you knew of my success how fine i looked in my silk woven garb you said drinks? but i looked at my watch asked for a raincheck you'd have none of it and i think your teeth fell out when i walked          anyways I didn't understand your look you knew i had a backbone you know i never flinch that's the story of life take it when you got it with some guys there are no be backs my legs were like led as i walked away and i could hear your tears but i don't care much for phonies you threw it all away when you decided  to look the other way it broke me inside i'd never be the same i never turned to look  yesterday slept the same as always four hours tops nothings changed i'd give my right arm for one pass of your breath  against my lips but my soul? never!...i'll live with the pain. and other man stare and other man wish quietly yearning to be me you know i want to laugh success is like a flashy book cover the cover is what sells the book nobody bothers to read it but they know the jacket by heart set up a turnstile in my house watch the ladies come and go never let them get close never invite the nice ones the good ones the real ones never want to hurt anyone never want them to hurt like me to hurt like me hurt like me like me me? i'd give my right arm for one pass of your breath  against my lips... Maurice Yvonne 27~10~2014 Dadirector's Free Style Uncut
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Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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I Think Of You - An Alternative Universe - 6

From childhood it was a world of and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.

We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencil. Youth! The world was ours.

Seven!  I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.

Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race.  I entered with Lisa.
 You gave me that look. Oh that look!  And you  left without a word.

At eleven years old I had my "magic wink". "A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically.  How it made you giggle to make fun of it.

It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance.  You stole my breath. Emptied the room of oxygen.

Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concrete. It was then I knew. Forever.

Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.

At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.

Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
 tried to hug me hello. Silent! Cold! I turned and walked away.

Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that day. When you asked 
for an explanation. I recited false words but we both knew. Hurt for hurt.

Then at twenty five we still had issues to work out. I asked you bluntly 
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youth. You my first and only.

I asked the question that burned in my gut. Without words your eyes spoke. 
You were still in love with me. There was only me. I your first and only.

Finally our lips met to never part again. Left to wonder why, I accept our 
lives without an answer. My love was that. Why would I have let you go?

Older than old now. One last time you leave. Death makes this choice. 
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.

Not everything  is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.

I sport my blank stare. Naked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!

and I...

i think of you.

March 29 2015

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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Till death do us part

I still remember those words; To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. We both said yes and your eyes closed when our lips met I will never forget the melody of your voice, I still hear it The look on your face when you awoke next to me, I still see it The walks in the park that made your smile The romantic meals that lead to passionate love making I will never forget and I miss you.. The coffee cup that last touched your lips, has still not been washed. It lies before my eyes and I can still taste your mouth The bed that you last laid upon, I’ve not changed the sheets It’s still untouched, the memories of our love are too much to wash away Your clothes are still neatly placed in the wardrobe Sometimes I will hold them close and pretend I am holding you Your dressing table with your photo and all your make up, is still the same It’s become my shrine, everyday I sit there looking into the mirror Wishing it was you, looking back at me Sometime I spray your perfume to feel you in the room I'm sorry I broke your promises, not to be sad nor to cry The tears haven’t stopped rolling, as the years have gone by You told me to move on and to be happy and to love again How can there be another, when there is nobody like you How could I do such a thing when I miss you so much They told me to sell you car, but it’s still parked in the garage I sit in there every day, your aroma lingers and still intoxicates me I put on your favourite CD and each song reminds me of your love Many memories drift through my mind, especially that final day I remember your last breath as I held on to your hand When your heart stopped I didn't want to let go My heart never let you go and has never been the same Nothing in life lasts forever, but I will never stop loving you The Silent One Fictional poem 17 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Love story part 4

Mathias works long and hard to convince the authorities to let her seek asylum in his country, months go by and without even a single communication, he becomes frustrated,
“Do your eyes still long to see me? 
Even when you close them, is it me they see?
Do your lips still long to kiss me?
Does your tongue still 'sigh' my name?
Does your nose still long for my aroma?
Does your ear drum still beat faster when your ears hear my voice?
Does your hair and cheeks still long to be caressed by my fingers?
Does your neck still long to be kissed by my lips?
Do your hands still want to clasp together with mine?
Do your breasts still want to comfort my heavy head?
Do your shoulders still want to feel my tears?
Does your lap still want me to lay my head up on it?
Does your heart still beat faster when I appear?
Does your mind still want to connect with mine?
Does your body still want to be embraced by my arms?
Is it me you search for?
Am I the one you desire?
Or does your heart no longer connect with mine,
has it become numb since you said goodbye.”
Imaani waits patiently for her beloved to return, even though her health is deteriorating, she remembers their first meeting with fondness,
“My beloved, you are more lovable than love,
you are my life today and in the next life,
that is why I could die in your love,
as I know at the end it will only be us.
I remember the first time you touched me,
your silky smooth hands invigorated my soul.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up,
you gave me goose bumps and sent shivers down my spine.
Never before have I seen beauty like yours,
when I look at you, it leaves me breathless.
I have drowned in your eyes constantly,
but, I am saved when your radiant voice speaks to me.
There will never be enough words that describe what you mean to me,
there will never be a time when these eyes tire of you.
I wish I could hold you forever, let you fall asleep in my arms,
I wish I could merge with you and be adjoined infinitely.
Nobody could ever replace you, the feelings are too strong,
life is not worth living, if living is without you.”
Finally, Mathias travels back to Imaani to bring her home with all relevant documents.  However, as he returns Imaani is nowhere to be found...  After days of searching he discover that Imaani has died due to severe malnutrition.  He is heartbroken and feels it is the end of the world and contemplates suicide.  A doctor finds him and passes over a note that Imaani had left for him and it reads,

This life is a fraud...
Full of nothing but deceit..
This world has lost its glory...
Leaving little reason to be...
For life has treated me like a stone upon a path..
Whoever walked by kicked me out of the way...
However, I still remain standing..
Despite all those arrows fired my way...
I may be flung from path to path..
But upon my journey I remain..
For those who belittle me now..
Laugh, as I assure you I will have the final say..
These tears I shed today..
Will return to haunt you someday..
For the glory I seek, is not here ...
But far away..
For one day, I will return..
To the beginning, from where I came...

Slowly, he falls into the depths of darkness and despair... Secluding himself from the world and contemplating death... A white dove lands on his window and just stares right at him and at that moment, he realises it is time to say goodbye..

A dove flew by,
reminding me of your love.
Its been a long time,
since a tear escaped my eye.
You've gone,
but your memories remain.
My heart remains stagnant,
it may never love again.
They say romance is dead,
that true love never lasts forever..
My love for you has never changed,
as my heart could never accept another.
Some say love is a temporary emotion,
but, I still feel your love, it will last forever.
I can still feel you, 
your thoughts consume my mind.
I long for our reunion, maybe not today,
but soon and it will be forever...

(sound of shot gun)

The End.
The Silent One. 20 August 2015.

Copyright © Silent One

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Revelation in the Rain

She briskly walks in January’s rain, which drums the endless rhythm of her pain, pulling closer round her shoulder in the downpour the leather jacket he so often wore. Another day like this she can remember when he had worn the jacket, and against her he’d pressed as they stood kissing in the rainfall. The world could wash away; he was her all! No storm could stop their loving as they raced with great anticipation to his place. Before they’d even reached the bedroom door, they’d flung their rain-soaked clothes along the floor. Underneath the sheets, though cold and wet, they madly kissed. He was as passionate as winter’s storm away from which they’d run, and yet he warmed her like sweet summer’s sun! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She‘s almost home; the rain has nearly died. She thinks of all the nights she lay and cried. While thinking how the rainstorm’s cold still lingers, inside the jacket’s pockets she moves her fingers. In the lining of one pocket, her fingers meet a crumpled piece of paper - an old receipt - its date from when, without a word, he’d left their town and in the city, by a drunk had got run down. The piece of paper gives her now a revelation- A high class jewelry store had been his destination. He’d planned to ask her very soon to be his wife. and bought a ring there on that last day of his life! His parents gave his jacket to her, yet she’d always guessed the worst for why he’d left. What happened to the ring? She cannot know. But now her tears with bitter sweetness flow. For Skat's Epic Only Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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My Butterfly

A perfumed breeze with summer lavender Shapeless smoked clouds had come and gone Through verdant valleys I strolled along Honeycombed hues warmed the new dawn A golden butterfly glided in the distance I just stood still and watched his flight From one flower to another His flapped wings fluttered I could not let him out of my sight I wondered 'bout this blissful beauty. Towards the riverbank I watched him roam If I could only fly away with him to destinations always unknown Imagine what places he has been what many glories he has seen A perfect waterfall tumbling into a clear blue pond Wet dewdrops glimmering 'pon the grass as the sleepy sun starts to rise A doe with her fawn taking those fragile first steps bees buzzing by swarming back to their hive I watched in amazement in awe of his grace I floated along as he flittered away We hovered together through a path between twin lakes then and there I kissed him before he silently slipped away That's the last time I saw him cuz now stone towers have been built Nature's been destroyed and the butterflies have been laid to rest

Copyright © Cupids Arrow

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Love story part two

Part two: Outbreak of civil war

Imaani’s world is falling apart around her.  Protests against a dictatorship government go out of control as activists are brutally killed.  Rebel groups are formed and a civil war breaks out between rebels and the government.  Imaani’s life is in danger as her father is a political activist.  Her father is arrested and her mother dies after a local shopping centre is bombed. 
Oh my beloved, I must leave you now.  War has broken and I must hide myself from the world.  Be patient my beloved, if our love is true we will be together soon.  
Mathias is heartbroken and alone once again,
“Don’t tell me love hurts,
It hurts just like death.
Everyone has a love story,
But my story I can never tell.
No one ever taught me how to love,
I only learned through experience.
Loss leads to pain, sorrow and no hope for tomorrow,
If pain is temporary, then why do i feel hollow?
No one ever told the truth to me,
About growing up, and the troubles I would face.
Everything I was taught,
had not prepared me for this.
Love is like the sun,
The closer you get, the quicker you burn.
Lies and betrayal will destroy your trust,
Your mind will be at war and there will be no peace.
Maybe it was never meant to be,
especially when you feel you never tried hard enough.
So, is it better to let dreams fade away?
To break two hearts, that are meant to be?
With so many doubts and so many questions,
I guess I will never know the true answers
In a society where love can be a taboo,
A beautiful love, sometimes cannot blossom
What kind of world do we live in?
When society cannot let you be you.
So don’t tell me love hurts,
It hurts more than anything.”
As the war becomes more brutal, a refugee crisis hits the country.  Imaani is forced to leave her home,
“Society has shunned me and I feel neglected,
I am like a foreigner, so it is time to say goodbye.
There is nobody here of mine, so I will be leaving,
colourful memories have faded away, all I see is gloom.
All those I loved have been stolen from me,
taken away by the evil brutality of man.
Their voices still echo around me,
their screams continue to traumatise me.
Derelict streets and buildings are all around me,
with haunting sounds of happiness and laughter.
All around me is pain and cries of injustice,
atrocities that the world turned a blind eye to.
All has been lost, so I guess I will be leaving,
disappearing behind a trail of sadness and sorrow.
I will soon be forgotten as will my childhood memories,
forced into an unknown fate as I become part of the Diaspora.”
Mathias’s world is falling apart.  He loses his job and falls into depression at the sudden loss of his soul mate,
“Life is a poisoned chalice, full of betrayal and hypocrisy,
an evil society which breaks your heart and then mocks you.
My destiny is a deceitful one, full of deception and regret,
there is no happy ending, this is no enchanting fairy tale.
I feel no love and have been left all alone,
nobody really understands, so I hide myself from them.
I have become indulged in a dimension of deepest despair,
within an abyss, where darkness is my only loyal friend.
so many tears have been shed, I have drowned myself in sorrow,
I am drowning in what feels like the deepest ocean and I cant swim.
I am falling, but no one is there to catch me,
my emotions are out of control, my mind is betraying me.
My heart is so fragile and sensitive, it is hurt by the smallest thing,
these voices in my head are driving me insane.
I am going crazy, when will it all end,
as no longer do I have the strength to carry on.
As every sigh becomes deeper, I contemplate my fate,
is life really worth living, what do I have to live for?
Help me please, no go away, leave me alone!
I await the final betrayal, so then I can say goodbye forever,
I will leave without a trace, without an explanation.
But, please forgive me, I never meant any harm,
I can't help it, I'm falling,
and no one can catch me now.”
Months go by and there does not seem to be any end to the war.  The powers of the world stand by and look on, not intervening as they have no political gain from the conflict.  The refugee crisis increases with overflowing refugee numbers in camps around neighbouring countries.  Imaani, has not eaten for days and is a shadow of the woman, she used to be,
“Do you hear my call?
Here, I stand,
battered and bruised.
Thirsty, hungry and confused,
do you hear my call?
Look into my eyes,
they have ran dry, no more tears.
The world has become blind,
they do not see my suffering.
The world has become deaf,
they do not hear my call.
So hungry, that I cannot sleep,
so tired, that I cannot sleep.
Life is a chance of luck,
a child born into luxury,
a child born into poverty,
sadly, a definition of what is to come.
soon, I will be gone,
but my plight, must never be forgotten.”
Part three: The union
Imaani has not forgotten the love of her beloved even with her life in extreme danger and close to death she calls out,
“I was never a poet, 
but your vision became my poetry,
I had heard about love,
but only your existence turned me into a lover.
I thought romance was dead,
but, your companionship, seduced me into a romantic.
I was never a musician,
but, now I compose melodies to describe what I feel for you.
I was never a believer,
but, your beauty made me believe, now I worship you.
I have never asked for anything from God,
I enjoin my hands and pray for your return.
I search for you with every sunset,
I search for you with every sunrise.
They mock me and say you will never return,
soon you will forget and love again.
Happiness or sadness, no matter where, my love will never change,
for those whose love is true, devotion always remains.”
A voice whispers into the ear of Mathias,
“Do you think you have time? Go to her, to your beloved.”
To be continued...

The Silent One. 20 August 2015.

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Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play

Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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As Comfortable As Possible

Closure eludes my clasp 
Love wilts, somehow lasts
The destination beyond my grasp

The dream decays day by day 
Your light, which never fades
Simply stopped shinning my way 

Castrating chains of second chair
Faithfull, I wither for you there 
Sucking stale stagnant air

Barely beating beneath my breast
My heart, now a hospice 
Gently lays it all to rest

Lightly felt faintly heard
Pumping, pain-numbing words
Its over…its over…   its over 

Copyright © Nathan D.

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Waiting for love

Oh beloved, where have you gone?
The echoes of your voice still haunt my mind
I'm calling your name, but you don't hear me
My tongue never tires from it.
But, my soul feels restless,
it dances alone in the pale moonlight.
My eyes turn to you,
they need guidance, but are blinded by your disappearance.
My heart falls upon deafness of the ears.
Which tire from its cries. 
It's beating, but only to call your name. 
The blood may rush around, but nothing excites the mind,
until you reappear
Oh beloved, come back to me
For, it is just you I seek
You arrived, in my hour of need when I was so lost
Come, come, come set me free,
from the chains of your everlasting love
Since you went away, you took with you my heart
Oh beloved, if you don't want to stay before my eyes,
then, return to me my fragile heart
Why present me with such riches,
only to take them away.

5 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Ruined masterpiece

Congratulations, you did it again What are you waiting for? A standing ovation? A round of applause for breaking my heart? You told me you wanted to paint a masterpiece But your ruined me, destroyed the oil painting The picture you created, destroyed by your crimes Now there is no image, just a blank canvass You think you won, I guess you got what you wanted As you composed your treacherous symphony in vain Each note, so carefully crafted from blood, caused me pain Yet you kept playing until your own fingers bled As you composed your tune, I blindly followed It's a song I shouldn't sing, just a broken melody Yet,I know every word and every beat, it destroys me You ruined this masterpiece, you ruined me I could have been your greatest symphony Now you become the victim of your own crime The music has died and you will become a forgotten song I will let go of the lyrics, whilst you stare into the blank canvass You played me wrong, you will regret it one day When your composition ends and the curtain falls, Who will be there for you? You will be all alone Too many broken hearts, too many ruined masterpieces
Slowly it will become clear that you ruined only yourself The Silent One 11 September 2015

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Jealous of your love

I've been jealous,
ever since that day you decided to walk away
Now I'm jealous of the sun, 
for it does not keep me warm in this storm
All I see is the rain and gloomy days
I'm jealous of the angels,
because it's only demons that keep me company
Saints have left me in my jealous state of mind
I'm so jealous of the moon and stars,
as every night I spend without you, has no light
I'm so jealous of being alone,
always thought my beloved would return
Yet there is no sign, not even a glimpse
I'm jealous of that man,
Who is holding you right now
Guess, I didn't hold you strong enough
I'm jealous how happy you are without me
I'm so jealous, of how you make me so jealous,
moving on so easily, leaving me behind..

31 August 2015

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One last dance before you leave

As he sat there watching her die....  Memories of yesterday ran through his mind as he reminisced about their life together..

Will you have one last dance before you leave?
Just to hold you in my arms and feel you close
hear you breathe as we slowly move our feet
Remember when we were young, our first dance?
Two crazy kids being silly to tunes on the radio
I told you that I loved you and we would be together forever,
but you told me I was crazy and things never worked out that way
Oh my sweetheart, I have been by your side ever since
but, I guess you were right, nothing lasts forever
Don't time move fast, especially when you are having fun
but, everyone has to leave in the end when it stops
So many memories you leave behind- but also your heart
You take my heart with you and keep it safe
Your wine glass will remain empty - no need to fill
and you never taught me how to make that pie
I assume, there will be no more wine nor pie...
No more taste of your lips or someone to hold my hand
There will be an empty space now when I lay down
when I wake up I will never see those eyes staring back at me
No one to hold when it gets cold, just your pillow, I suppose
The children will miss their mamma, so I must be strong
can't show no weakness to our grandchildren - how will I tell
I am so jealous of God, because he will have you now
I will just be another lonely old guy - no one will care
Soon you will be in a better place and you may get distracted
but wait for me, we will be together soon...

The Silent One
28 October 2015

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The Moth

A lone moth flits around my front porch light as wind blows through my window, luring me to step outside into black velvet’s night. I search the sky, but no moon can I see. It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love. The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair as that old bulb sways crazily above. In solitude, I simply stand and stare at the fool insect! How can it not know the falseness of the light that it’s drawn to? fluorescent doom replaces moon’s sweet glow. I know this well because in losing you I lost love’s gleam; I lost my everything, and still that silly moth is fluttering. . .

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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C'est La Vie

They had fought. He left without a word... ...while she was sleeping. She threw on the gown she had worn for him the night before, pushed off the china vase and blooms he had given her. She watched them fall in...s l o w...m o t i o n, listened to them crash to the floor... ...sat on the window sill, where the bouquet and container had been. She proclaimed to the world "c'est la vie!". She was alone but at least... ...she was the only flower.
22~10~2014 Sponsor: Judy Konos Contest Name: c'est la vie

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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When Yesterday Was Today

On cold evenings
Surrounded by friends
Warm and
I could stay up forever
Taking strength
From the blackness 
Feeling that I could float upward
And walk with the stars
On their lonely journey 
Through heaven.

There was a girl 
I was with then
And beautiful
When I first saw her
I wanted to feel her softness
Her breathe on my cheek
Her hand  
Brushing against my thigh
When I held her close
And even closer
I wanted her 
To say she loved me.

Our love
Had a perfect balance
Teasing and challenge
And seduction.

A subtle change
That I never understood
Came about
The closer we became
The more anger
And resentment followed
When she smiled I was envious
When I laughed she was angry
We broke up
We were young
It was my fault
Her fault
Our fault
Or blame it on the times we lived in.

Outside my room
Footsteps echo
In a long and empty hallway
And like an undeliverable letter 
A message scrawled 
To no one in particular
Haunting visions are 
Returned to me
The slenderness of her waist
The way she arched her back
The touch of her hand
The way she kissed
I feel her presence
Yes, I relive all that.

Copyright © Edmund Siejka

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It Matters Not

It hovers here, a moon opaque, obscuring mountain trails I take. No other living things appear. A moon opaque. . . It hovers here. I follow on along a ledge; below a swirling river’s edge. In front of me, the canyon’s yawn. Along a ledge, I follow on. I see no hue when fog congeals. Oh, doom of one who no more feels! The moon has fled, as so have you. When fog congeals, I see no hue. Now all is dim; it matters not. My dear one’s heart I have not got. No use in living without him. It matters not. Now all is dim. At peace I’ll be if I should fall to murky water from this wall. Oh, yawning canyon, swallow me. If I should fall, at peace I’ll be. 'for the Gothic or Romantic (old/new) Contest of Giorgio Veneto and now for the contest of PD

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Loved and lost -

To love
Is to remember
The touch of your hand
Your voice
When you called me cariad

My mouth remembers your kiss
The feel of your lips 
Sensual touch of your tongue on mine
The closeness this brings

To love
Is to want to be with
Man woman or child
To love them
to want them near
To take in their being

When you love
It tugs at your heart
Making your chest swell
With unknown pleasure
Spreading to a smile
your eyes lighting up
face aglow

The feeling of love
Keeps you young at heart
Helps you want to face another day

Yet no more
That love has lost its way
Floundering in the brink of destruction
Searching, for the exit of depression.

Needs to see the light once more
Yet all there is, is the heat of hells fire
The internal hell, that goes around and around the brain
Looking for answers, for the reason.

Memories try to flood the senses
Memories of the hope that once flourished
Now is smouldering in the no mans land of waste
Is there love ever after?

This is the third writing with letter L.  As suggested by Jan..


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Oh sweetheart

Oh sweetheart,
come let me adore you,
come let me soothe you,
come let me heal you,
come let me love you..
I will keep you in my heart,
let you reside in my mind,
I will love you with my soul,
as my soul will last forever.
You are my desire and my passion,
you've intoxicated my senses,
with your melodious voice,
now grant me your presence..
Oh my beloved,
come, let us become one.

The Silent One.

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Can I Lay By Your Side --Contest

Can I lay by your side? next to you? Can you comfort a fallen man's cries? cries so true? Mother Mary can you put in a good word as another child weeps? Will you lend a helping hand lulling bad times off to sleep? Without her next to me how can I be? how can I breathe? As I lay her down and my heart no longer beats Swoop down and pick me up cradle me in all your tender love Shine your stars in my darkened night Let me see her everlasting light Can I lay by your side til it's my time?
Music to my ears contest Sam Smith "Lay Me Down" 07/30/2015

Copyright © Tim Smith

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Lilah of the Lilacs

Like violets were her eyes when first I spied the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked at me from bushes that she stood beside, alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked! And so it was that more and more I found myself among the lilacs in that place where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face. On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill of blossoming affection. Poetry was time we spent! But when my love fell ill, the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . . I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best. By Andrea Dietrich For the Women's Only Poetry Contest of Kelly Deschler

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