(5/12/2013 3:12:00 PM)
If I Had Ten More Minutes
If I had ten more minutes
and my voice was not faint
nor my face so devoid
or my mind so blank,
I would profess—
But I'm afraid of words
which might betray lips,
For what is kept
is of my eyes—
that impulsive organ
I've attempted to stray;
Construing a montage
fears, and doubts,
Come to life
in bursting light
whilst straining in the dark.
And if such creations
could be heard—
through the mist of passion
And masks of pride,
I would profess
All in my heart;
Every quaint murmur
Forsaken night and night.
Cherryl Ann Ilustre
(5/12/2013 11:52:00 AM)
In a solitude standing beside the window,
The memory of childhood in my mind pass through,
As I close my eyes and let the past flow,
Half of a sweet smile in my face and pinch of pain draw.
I used to have my own kingdom and sanctuary,
Where my bare feet stepping the carpet of a green grass,
The touch of the cloud curtain dazzling calmly,
And the ceiling of a blue sky keeps the scenery perfectly.
There, I have a special bench made by branch of a tree,
And a wall of a huge and tall plants protecting me,
The breeze of my friend wind always kissing me,
While I'm overlooking the real nature of beauty.
I treasured that kingdom where I am the princess,
When I'm coming I heard the clapping of the leaves,
And the trumpet began humming by crackling of branches,
All vowed and dance saying " Welcome Your Highness" .
Lying In that soft bed of dry leaves is my favorite,
With a pillows of hard and rough roots of the trees,
A comfortable blanket that invisibly made,
Give me a warm feeling to have a deep sleep.
But there's one thing I really adore in that place,
If I sang a song i heard the second voice of the birds,
I can hum, shout and follow the beat of music,
And nobody will say.. " Go away and stop it."
Now...how i missed that little forest.
(5/11/2013 6:18:00 AM)
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?? ????? / Oh Syria!
Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday.. somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one
Another one lost…
I wonder what the cost of my life is
Not to get too political…
But i want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man
I remember..when I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands..
But you ripped my away from her..from my home
You ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul
I feel helpless..I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love i gave.
When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you
Freedom…oh how much I've heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
When God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…
Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…
(5/10/2013 10:42:00 PM)
Who am I?What can I say?The sting of thorns dripping with poison brands my heart as life slips from those eyes that I thought I knew so well. In my state, I have become the doll that mourns in silence. The strings cut that gave me life and allowed me to bring that smile to your face. Who has lost the most?You have passed, the world of life has gone, and now you enter that land of mists.
I, however, have lost you. The one who took a fragile beating heart and patched the holes that were growing greater by the moment.
In the end I, the doll frozen in time, beg for the clock to stop, for it to settle. But it does not. In this final hour, I hold you dearest to me against all words, and meanings this last breath you give takes away the light I had.
As the warmth you had dissipates, I refuse to close my eyes as you have. I desire one last look at your comforting smile. My angel, my rose I wish for you to pass without pain and tears. Do not cry, as I will. I am silent and stilled. Your heart stops, and the world we had crumbles.
This is the final separation.
Rachael Aislynn Musgrove
(5/10/2013 10:26:00 AM)
MAYBE I'M WRONG
I thought I could find a different line of work.
Thought insanity was something I could quit.
With Cryptic little riddles,
You play your little fiddles.
But I'll be content with this.
Maybe I'm wrong.
I tried to straighten up.
Couldn't fill my tip cup.
Couldn't make a living with my beaten old guitar.
Shouldn't have listened to my mother, when she said " You're gonna go far."
But Maybe i'm still wrong.
Allian Bern Fuentes
(5/9/2013 1:26:00 AM)
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WHAT I HAVE BECOME
Questions are running in my mind
Should I look behind
Sinking slowly from my tears
Facing alone my fear
It's too late to turn back now
It's so hard to let go somehow
It's too late to wash what you've done
You don't even know what I've become
You promise me a thousand lies
That you'll never say goodbye
But you left me without much reason
So in this empty room I'm alone
Tell me what's left when the edge reaches the end
I'm feeling like dead but in front I pretend
I have a few bullets left for a second to breath
Should I aim this to you or pass this to my head
Cause your name is poisoning the thoughts of my brain
All I hope right now is to forget everything
I won't take any step to erase your mistakes
I hate you more than me and I got nothing left to sayReplies for this message:
(5/11/2013 4:25:00 PM)
some how some where you will find yourself ask for a wish from your deep heart in your pray to get out of darkness but to turn to white heart is your own question... revenge is the weakest part inside ... more
John Paul Cosato
(5/9/2013 2:24:00 PM)
Allian - I really like your DARK poem. I either like poems that are really dark or uplifting. I do not care to much for anything in between. Keep up the good work. If you want to read a dark poem of m ... more
- Gogo Amin (5/11/2013 4:25:00 PM) Post reply
(5/8/2013 3:50:00 PM)
I Don’t Know Jack
You think I’m a waist of space,
Attention seeker and disgusting.
However, did you ever think I just could afford my place?
I didn’t choose this life.
I would prefer a bed other than the streets,
My bones ache from the solid concrete.
I wake up with hate and lingering questions,
How am I going to eat?
Bet you didn’t know I had another mouth to feed.
My daughter, just a little toddler
Growing little beauty that doesn’t deserve this horror.
You think this life is fake; but trust me it isn’t,
Two people can’t make a living by eating the scrapes off of dirty dishes.
But it is ok, you helped me,
Just by tossing those coins at me.
My daughter got a sandwich and I just couldn’t manage watching her savoring each piece to make it everlasting.
It is dawn,
Time to rock her asleep and her fall into her dreams deep.
It breaks my heart to realize I’m a failure as a father.
The moist tears roll from my eyes,
But tomorrow is a new day,
Do something productive.
Maybe they will finally hire me into a job and stop giving me a ruckus.
The breeze is getting hard,
Your body got a chill,
As you quarreled into my arms I rocked you until you become still.
Here is my jacket; I’ll wrap you up tight,
Hopefully it will be warmer by daylight.
Guessing I should sleep too.
Maybe we will wake up and have a stable life like we dream too.
Just before I go everyone put yourself in my shoes;
You know how your day is going to be from front to back,
But me; I don’t know jack.
(5/8/2013 11:28:00 AM)
I found a dusty box today
Feelings stirred that were hidden away
Down behind some unread book
I picked it up, my fingers shook
Dread hid in the crevice of my mind
Not knowing what, inside, I'd find
Inside this tiny, unknown crate
That I had suddenly learned to hate
Perhaps a smile would cross my lips
As I held her scarf 'tween my fingertips
Perhaps a note signed I love you
And I'd say honey, I love you, too
But more likely, as is oft the case
Trinkets will greet my visual embrace
And the response will likely be forlorn
A tearing of my heart, in a small place not yet torn
I release the lid and move away
Perhaps tomorrow'd be a better day
I wipe my eyes as I depart
I need more time to heal this wounded heart
Ricky June Espanueva
(5/6/2013 3:22:00 AM)
Little hatchling eager to learn to fly
To follow the birds that bid him bye.
Little bird provoked by winds,
Fell off from tree with broken wings.
Little bird searching way back to his nest
Where he should be, and cradled to rest.
Mournful bird now tied and flightless,
He isn’t free to glide sky’s vastness.
Flightless bird, how high have you fallen?
Portraying the role that you have stolen.
Flightless bird failed to achieve their expectations;
Always trying to surpass his limitations.
Flightless bird crying every night
Hoping tomorrow everything’s alright.
Flightless bird weeping all his life,
Attempting to end it with a knife.
Flightless bird, stop outshining the star,
‘Cause you’re on ground; and above he’s far.
Flightless bird, mind not your insecurities,
Bear in mind that you have diff’rences.
Flightless bird always reaching for the sun
‘Cause he wants to prove that he is someone.
Flightless bird devours his hope, rejected;
Together with loneliness neglected.
Flightless bird singing melancholic song,
Reminiscing when did he went wrong.
Flightless bird, it’s time to face your fears,
You are the only one to wipe your tears.
Flightless bird, fix your broken heart,
You will remember again the pains of the start.
Flightless bird, are they really blind?
For they can’t see you’re left behind.
Flightless bird, what’s the use of winning the fight
Now that you are out of their sight?
Flightless bird, when will you accept?
That they won’t care, so don’t expect.
Flightless bird, don’t try to hide,
Let them realize you’re dying inside.
Flightless bird dreaming for that day
When all other birds will beg him stay.
Flightless bird seeking only for that place
Where he could live without competing the race.
Flightless bird, fulfill your dream
For you are near to reach that realm.
Flightless bird faking his smile,
Pretending pleasant down the aisle.
Flightless bird, the player of the show
Now you’re a spectator staying low.
Flightless bird endures the pain,
Conceal your tears under the rain.
Flightless bird, why can’t you see?
You are not caged, you are so free.
Flightless bird, why don’t you move?
This is a no time to think you aren’t loved.
Flightless bird longing to be free,
Untie the rope that makes you dreary.
Flightless bird longing to be free,
Break the cage of your misery.
Flightless bird, apparently
Waiting death to set him free.
(5/6/2013 1:26:00 AM)
MAYBE WE CAN DIE
Death! ! !
We might think its never possible to die
We might think it isnt yet ou time to die
We might think this life would never come to an end
We never realise the pain from afar
Until when we are being affected
That feelings when we lost the one so dear to us
That time when we got no chance to speak to the one close to our hearth
That moment when everything seems it should go to an end
That moment when the one we care for is being taken by an un-timely death
When we see no longer see that one that makes us smile
Only and only then, , , , , , , when we death take away somone very close and dear to us
Would we realise
Maybe we can die! ! !