Prayer - By Harry McKeown

Prayer

Life passes underneath
the grit beneath my feet,
easier than it should.

Rain drips down my brow
as the fog lifts away from
sprinting thoughts.

As if the beads of sweat are
life's burdens,
my mind clears as the taste of
blood returns
and a deep mist bellows from my lungs.

The place I go to,
without hiding,
where nobody can find me.
Thoughtless yet mindful.
Deep solitude amongst
passing cars, spray painted postboxes
and abandoned trolleys.

Where the leaves crunch,
twigs crack and the tarmac
is a black lake set against
rows of false trees.

Never running away, as
no such place exists.
There's nowhere to run to
and nothing to run from
except myself.



- Written by Harry McKeown

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What is love? - By Topher Alionto

What is love?

Love is like a delicate bird,
If you hold it tightly it dies.
If you hold it lightly, it’s sure to fly
Away Right in front of your eyes
Love is like a rainbow,
That falls far away into a pot of gold.
We find ourselves searching
But the adventure can surely become old.
Love is a story,
Awaiting to be told,
Love is a river,
Flowing between the hill
Gentle and calm, current almost still.
Love is a rushing water fall
With tremendous currents busting at freewill
Love is the definition of triumph
The synonym of pain
The joy of a broken heart
To know that you once loved
The sorrow of a young woman
Who’s spirit never rose above.
Love is the warmth
You feel from your glove.
It is the battle of your life
That only few seem to win
And the majority that seems to lose
Never wants to begin again
You’ll never know love
Until you experience it both ways
The joy and happiness
And also the horrible sad days
Don’t Love?
No don't Love Two,
But Love One who always Loves YOU


- Written by: Topher Alionto

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STOLEN HEART - By Sylvia Salima

STOLEN HEART

In his eyes I saw my future,
In his tone I found love,
In his kindness I found hope,
In every day his thought haunted me more,
In my heart a blend of love formed,
In my head the thought scared me like a trapped animal,
I had to fight my conscience which fought between itself,
The decision to make was intriguing,
The step to take was like a dug grave,
Mixed emotions, Poor choices,
Like a thief I vanished,
A mending heart was all he was left with.........


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE MAN ON THE BENCH - By Sylvia Salima

THE MAN ON THE BENCH

At the same spot he sits, A tiny bench is his usual spot,
A book on his hand, His mind at a far,
The same spot, The same time,
His heart seems desperate, His eyes glance at a particular spot,
She passes he blinks, She falls: he helps,
His lips are sealed, His pale face glows,
He walks away speechless, Then he turns:
I always wait for you.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE DAILY CYCLE - By Sylvia Salima

THE DAILY CYCLE

Sometime we dont want to look for the one we love:
We hope they find the path towards us,
Sometime you wish your best friend was there to hold your hand in time of the rough patches:
Only to find strangers circumnavigating your life,
Sometime we choose the path we think its right:
Only to realize it doesnt feel right,
Sometime we cry tears of people who within us are treasures:
Only to realize they never valued any drop nor were they worth:
In the end sometimes forms most part of our lives:...


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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MY PAST - By Sylvia Salima

MY PAST

As mush as I love you,
This is the end of the road:
You became my past when you used to be my present:
You became my torture when you used to be my inspiration:
You became unknown when I used to read your mind:
I knew every bone of you: I knew your heart:I knew your soul:
You are my love: you are my past...


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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FORFEIT PRAYERS - By Sylvia Salima

FORFEIT PRAYERS

The ringing phone:
The mysterious caller:
The deep silence
No one speaks on the other end:
Deep down I have the feeling;
Deep down I wish it was his:
Nevertheless: I was a lost memory to him:
I should move on: But my heart holds back:
I should stay strong but his thoughts keeps me weak:
A response in the other end: A voice far from what I thought:
My sunken heart: My unaswered prayers:
My imagination was getting the best of me:....


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE GOLDEN BRACELET - By Sylvia Salima

THE GOLDEN BRACELET

The bracelet at hand,
The bracelet of memories,
The roses that resemble my happiest memories,
The gold coated that reminds me of the faded times,
I wear it with pride,I wear it as a sign of reminder,
What was then,What was to be after ,and what is:
All floaded :All swept like the sand:
The better ,gone :The best is to come:
The bracelet that withheld it all:



- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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SECONDS - By Sylvia Salima

SECONDS

I saw her smile,she seemed happy,
I saw him wink ,he seemed in love,
I walked by,I looked depressed,
How could I loose love in a second.
I saw her with a ring ,she was engaged,
I saw him kneel he was proposing,
I looked keenly,to make sure it sunk in my mind,
I lost my best friend,I lost my love,I lost both in a second.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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