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Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014

my --

I sat today,
with my friends,
with my --
I can't even say it,
It's too weird,
because everytime I say it
I'm betraying you
and me
and my heart
and I don't want
to do that
I don't want him
to be my --
when I still
want you.

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Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014

Night

At nine last night,
I lay in bed,
waiting for my head,
to catch up with my body.
But as I lay there,
I thought of you,
and all the things,
we did.
Its different now,
me here,
you there,
2000 miles apart.
We haven't talked in weeks,
I no longer have your number.
I've checked in on you,
and they all say,
it doesn't matter,
he's moved on anyway.
But I don't believe them,
because I Love You,
and I know you love me too

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Angel, 19 march 2014

Listen to the sound

Listen to the sound,Of a heart that's breaking down.Ever so slowly it's being destroyed,By all of those evil unlucky boys.Now listen to the sound of a broken heart,Slowly but surely being pulled apart.By all of those men who think they're so fly,But all the really do is make her cry.Listen to the sound of the girl that's breaking down,Torturing herself without a sound.She thinks she'd be better off dead,Because of the voices she hears in her head.Now listen to the sound of a girl who finally sees hope,Because she's finally found a man who can help her cope.She is no longer on her own,Because love is all this guy has shown.Listen to the sound a heart being fixed,Being put back together without being tricked.With him she's learned to truly smile,And their love will not last for just a while.Now listen to the sound of a girl who's alive,Finally happy without tears in her eyes.She's learned to love and she's learned to care,And she's learned that for her he'll always be there.

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oluwatosin olabode, 19 march 2014

I wish u were here

And so he waited
Into the night
Clinging to desires,
Hoping she would call his name

Its past bed time
But he's more awake
Than a cock crowing in
The awakening of the day

This love
Like never before
Burns with passion
With an affection unending

If only ma special would come
Its certainly then worth the wait,
If only ma special would come
In peace would I find ma calm

I miss you much
For every second without you
I wanna be with you even more
For evey second that can be made possible
I wish you were here.

Iloveyou ma one and only-

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Gert Strydom, 19 march 2014

A day on the beach

The cobalt, emerald and sapphire of the Southern sea
could turn moments in a day into eternity
as if no other day like this could ever be
when I loved you and you loved me
and on that beach we found tranquillity
while both the dogs were barking and running free.

The busy city laid shining in the distance far away
and we loved each other without a single word to say
while the breakers crashed on rocks and rolled out in the bay
and together on that sunny beach we did laugh, kiss and play
on a February God blessed radian day
and it felt if we would love each other come what may.

The wind swept in from the sea, died down and swept in again
and on that open day suddenly it started to rain
while glittering in the distance was the blue-green main
and in our hearts was joy and we did know no pain
as we looked in wonder at the hues that did the Pacific stain

and on that day the time did fly
when almost in a single moment the day passed us by
but at eight in the evening the sun was still high
burning with intensity in that Cape Town sky
and you were in love and so was I.

It was the best of days where we picnicked on the shore
and a day like this had not come before
when it felt as if that day could last forever more,
while I loved you true and you did me adore
and together the beach and each other we did explore.

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Len Gesinski, 18 march 2014

Poetic Fragments

Poetic Fragments

come down from your mountains..
come down from your towers
off of your islands..
self…delusion
fables…foibles
what was truly learned?
can experiences truly reshape-reform old clay?
how far have you truly come in this journey?
how can your old ways not have been changed?
how can you not see with different eyes?
is there now…room in your heart?
how..can you not hear?
…other voices
fear
…see the tears
hurt
…feel the pain
of others?

sympathique
pathos
empathy

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Scott Mitchell, 18 march 2014

Like Money in the Bank

Where were you Bonnie
as my machine gun jammed
It felt like the entire world
was against me as I ran
The dream we made
is not a one man show
You left me hanging
now I'm in a jail, alone

I was left behind Clyde
Set aside by your selfishness and pride
You had a dream and I dreamed it with you
For you, I abandoned what I knew
To build uncertain tomorrows
in the name of love

I’d never walk away for good, Bonnie
I only needed a little time
You were my one and only
are you happy for the tears I cried?
I finally swallowed my pride, but
I feel this lump in my throat
Forgive and break me out of here
or send a key in the next note

How can I walk away from the man I owe my sanity to
It's like asking me to survive without a heart
And as long as air filters through my chest
we can never be apart
But this time I want no empty promises
No surprise or short-lived bliss
My Clyde, I swear to get you out of this

You don't know all you did, Bonnie
confirming the love that never dies
There are banks we haven't visited yet
and endless nights, gazing into eyes
We've both gotta be tough
as them evil cops will press us hard
They may pry you from my cold dead fingers
but not while there is gas in our car

Scott Mitchell / Catherine G Vilbrun

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Alicja Kuberska, 18 march 2014

An old mirror

When I walk into the house
The old mirror wakes up.
It winks knowingly with a big, glass eye.
On the other side I can see a girl that I know.

It always faithfully accompanies the passing time
And reflects transience in the shimmering silver sheet.
I suspect that it harbors all faces
But it is discreetly silent and it guards entrusted secrets.

It survived the conflagration of a revolution, turmoil of war.
Unstable and fragile, it remembers many owners.
We are together and we catch fleeting moments

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Gert Strydom, 18 march 2014

I just want to

I just want to for the enjoyment of it
prepare a meal for you
and serve it with candlelight and a bottle of red wine,
and I want to find you soft warm lips,
take you later by the hand
and lead you away to our bed
when the moon hangs enchanting in the heaven
and the night spreads her billions of stars,
when time comes to a halt for the both of us.

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Satish Verma, 18 march 2014

MUD ON MY HANDS

Green eyes in the crevices of rocks
will not let the fossil weep
for innocent sun.
A mayfly floats like
a dry leaf on water, in the circuit
of sharks.

I offer not my robotic arm, insulting
the jaws in the crumpled solitude
of night. I will walk
with new moon to understand
the wetting of a bleeder,
heart and soul.

The umbilical pain again catches. I cry
in my own silence. This was not the
end I wished. Hearing aid
to feel the sting of a scream,
which rises from the depth of a blue
lake wounded by pride.

Satish Verma

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