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Satish Verma, 19 december 2018

A Poem

A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it,
it does not come.

Then you drag a corpse
on stones to find its home
which never materializes.

You give me a hurt. I
become mute. Very shy
to accept the verbatim.

How different we are
in alikeness. I touch you in twilight
of life to become one.

And from daily life
I gather the pain, to print
the version of tomorrow.

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Jonathan Davidoff Behavio, 18 december 2018

10+3 BOXES

I DID EVERYTHING EVEN YOU DIDN`T ASK ME FOR.
DANCING ON MY MOTION GRAVE,
SMILING TO MY ANIMAL FACE.
DYING DOG ON YOUR WHISTLE OF EXPECTATIONS.
SO DRUNK OF LOVING YOU THAT I FORGOT;
FORGOT WHO I AM AND WHERE I `M GOING TO.
LOST LID OF MY DETERMINATIONS AND...
FAITH.
BEING SEEN THROUGH YOUR GLASSES,
I`M NOT WHAT YOU REALLY SEE.
REAL DAYS ARE FOR MY SCREAM FOR DIE;
DIE FOR GET TRUE FROM YOUR.
YOU BEING AWAY AND YOURSELF...
I ACCEPT YOU BETRAYED ME.
LIED AND HAPPY BEING YOUR SLAVE.
RUNNING AWAY IN...TELL ME MY LOVE WHERE I`AM?
SACRIFICE

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steve, 18 december 2018

"One Last Chance"

It's my last chance to convince you.. that "rainbows aren't just rain"..
And sometimes when we sacrifice.. there's so much more to gain,
Knock down all the walls you built.. and let my heart come in..
Feed to me my hearts desire.. for what its always been,
You still take my breath away.. as you did the day we met..
And the fire still burns beneath my skin.. as does my hearts regret,
I've waited for so long for you.. with hopes you'd someday see..
A friend who's always cared for you.. and what you mean to me,
I just want to look at you.. and tell you what I feel..
Before so much time has passed away.. that I never will,
One last chance to touch you.. before my heart lets go..
One less dream to fly away.. with love I'll never show,
To have you feel what I can't say.. to lay my hands on you..
To show my heart without one word.. is what I need to do,
To look into those deep blue eyes.. that take me far away..
Or dream of what could never be.. as you ask me to stay,
One last chance to cool the flames.. that have raged inside for years..
One last chance to turn the page.. and put an end to tears.
sg

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steve, 18 december 2018

"From Me / To You"

I remember when we met.. and right out of the gate...
Before you even said a word, my heart was thinking fate,
I've loved you from that moment, with my heart I love you still...
But I can't make you care for me, I know you never will,
Dreams are all that I have left, to make it through the night...
I sometimes wish we'd never met, so my heart would be alright,
I'd like to put a happy spin, on what I'm trying to say...
But the tears running down my face, keep getting in the way,
Goodbye would be so easy if I weren't in love with you...
To walk away and not look back.. is something I can't do,
Though my love for you is real.. I must hide it far away...
Never to be heard again... nor see the light of day,
If this is what you wish "from me".. your wish is my command...
And everything I'm saying now.. "to you" is my last stand,
I look into your steel blue eyes.. for any change of heart...
But I know exactly where I stand.. and I've known it from the start,
You know how much I love you.. you know I'll always care...
So if you need me... turn around.. for I'm already there.
sg

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steve, 18 december 2018

"Never Was"

I wanted only to love you.. as this heart already does..
While I cry myself to sleep.. for things that "never was",
He "never was" in love with you.. he "never was" too blame..
You can't make someone love.. if they don't feel the same,
It "never was" the right time.. as time plays tricks on you..
Yesterday I was twenty one.. today I'm fifty two,
Life was never fair.. and the road was long and hard..
I've had to fight for everything.. and its left me bruised and scarred,
There "never was" a reason.. as to why you shied away..
And there "never was" a time.. that I wished you wouldn't stay,
There "never was" someone.. that I loved more than you..
But you never felt the same.. and that "never was" more true,
Now the years have flown away.. as love eluded me..
Though I searched for many years.. it "never was" to be.
sg

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steve, 18 december 2018

"I Could Say"

There's nothing "I could say".. that would change a single thing...
I can't make you fall in love.. and I'm not one to cling,
I could tell you what you mean to me... when I look into your eyes...
Or push it even farther down... behind a masked disguise,
I could tell you how my blood boils.. when your laying by my side...
But never mention the lonely nights.. without you that I've cried,
I could say your skin's like velvet.. and I long to feel your touch...
And I doubt there's anyone alive.. who could make me feel as much,
I could tell you how it feels.. to be burning from within...
As the fires rage out of control.. just beneath my skin,
Or I could say "I don't care".. I could say that "I was high"...
But every single word I spoke.. would be another lie,
Maybe I should walk away.. and never say a thing...
I don't want the broken heart... goodbye always brings.

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Satish Verma, 18 december 2018

My Affairs

It was the presence.
Somewhere magnolias
were in bloom.

At this moment, there
was a meek withdrawl
sidestepping the explosion.

In the hour of
waking. Moon was sleeping,
morning after the acid attack―

putting ahead the
dilemma, before the sun rises
retracting the claim for martyrdom.

Anxiety was writ
large on the volte-face of earth
when it failed to lasso the witch.

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Satish Verma, 17 december 2018

The Stranger

Ready to pounce on
a scarecrow.
The ants were hungry.

It was a dried bone―
frame, wearing the royal
costume, waiting for the moon.

Can you play with the
jewels and still
remain poor?

The suckers refuse to
shrink, taking away skin,
the eyes, the ears.

It overwhelms the loneliness,
the silence, the colossus,
and the two-faced king in making.

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Satish Verma, 16 december 2018

This Kind Of Time

What noun was combative,
enduring the poison, when
you were subject of―
the history, which will
remain unwritten?

The war was on, in the
night of terror. You cannot
reach the extremeties, for the
sake of modesty. Violence
sits in speech, in dirty words.

The flesh needs new blood,
and blood demands the bone
of justice that will not―
conceive mutilation. You become
benevolent in spreading the fear.

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Satish Verma, 15 december 2018

Living Dangerously

A moon interrupted;
riles the social class.
A native sense comes of age.

Piercing stare becomes rarefied,
unbuttons the peaks and
kills you with a mallet.

The scared mask falls
off the divine embrace, lets
free the pigeons from the golden cage.

The forked tongue will
speak only truth. Blood
was the only stain, washed easily.

I will get the tan
in moonlight only. My scars
will remain invisible in silver.

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A Poem

10+3 BOXES

"One Last Chance"

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My Affairs

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This Kind Of Time

Living Dangerously

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