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What The Fallen Leaf Said To The Broken Hearted Man...

'do not watch me
as i
fall down from
this dying
tree,

do not touch
me
i can hurt
your
bare hands

my sharp silence
can
stab your
heart...'

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dagger In Silence....

the silence in the room
is like a dagger stabbing each heart
each stab followed by another stab
until the body is numb
to the pain that silence brings

the first one that utters the word
becomes the murderer
of peace...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Girl

its a last poem for you
i was wishing i would never write
but i am writing and you know what it means...

a girl
just a girl
but became the goddess for me
slowly when she came closer
became a friend
won my heart
bought everything i have my own...

i have feeling for the girl
i want to leave her as i am not her anymore
as i am just a tree without leaves for her
a sky who has no color
a bird without wings
a old man without hand and legs

she wants to leave me and staying becoz he has not said yes to her
she has not decded becoz she still thinking she can get him
she has no feelings for me but i am waiting
why? ? ? i don't know
but now quiting
taking back a broken heart which was cured by this girl
she became the goddess and i am stil he worst one
i hurt her
bu how much i got hurt
nobody cares
let me hurt
i deserve this
i betrayed her
so i have to leave
i have to leve everything
have fun my goddesss
have fun my kay
its the last time i am saying you mine
as you are not mine anymore.......

i thought we will fly in the sky
we will touch the blue sky
play in the clouds
but i have nevr thought we will fall with the clouds
tears will rain in the place of water
love will become painful
and will stab the beutiful heart we evr care

poem by Rajnish Jena
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The Scilence of Snow

Scilence fills the air as it falls
as you sit and watch

You watch them falling from the air out of nowhere
as you think about the skys oasis

You sit there watching with your sweater on
you sit an watch in silence

You watch the flakes fall
each one a different shape a different wonder

As they fall to the ground in white sheets you close your eyes
and fall asleep to the silence of the snow

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A Sculpture Of Human Stone

you are outside
and i watch you,

this glass wall
between us

i make it. I am
safe.

the heart screams
in silence.

unknown by you
i bleed.

this is the best
arrangement that nature
has designed for us

i only have to watch you
no amount of touch from my hands
can make you alive

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Getting Even With A Traitor

when you give up everything

to someone whom you love like undressing yourself

so she may see your soul and touch it

and even own it

when you feel that in that moment she has cold hands

and eyes distracted by something else like she is thinking of

another day to come

another face to see

.................you feel betrayed,

she is not sure about you and her in that instant

you have the right to stab her with your sharp looks

tear him apart with your knife sharp teeth

like you are the lion king of the forest

eat her piece by piece like you are very hungry

for a love that is completely true

swallow her bit by bit

and make her now a part of you

you will not regret the eating

she took your love away, now you want it back undiminished.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Touch Me Fall

All skate
Now reverse
Im waking from a dream
The neighborhood is green
All the sounds Ive missed
All the years
Come down to wedding death and fear
Ill Ive heard has been in vain
Like water on a stain
Touch me
Im so beautiful
Rub your hands
Across my head
Just like this
Come with me
Now its not worth it
If you dont
Are you hiding
I am hiding
Cypress moon
Im bald in june
Like the granite
In a stream
Swamp ophelia
Im torn down
Let your waters
Let me drown
Touch me
Im so beautiful
Rub your hands
Across my head
Just like this
Come with me
Now its not worth it
If you dont
Are you crying
I am crying
Jump jump
Jump so high
Watch me let you down
If I stumble
I will stumble
If I fall
I will fall
Im trying to hold it
Like rain in a river
Everything is
Getting bigger
Better this
Wont last forever
Touch me fall
Touch me fall
Jump jump
Jump so high
Watch me let you down
If I stumble
I will stumble
If I fall
I will fall
Im trying to hold it
Like rain in a river
Everything is
Getting bigger
Better this
Wont last forever
Touch me fall

song performed by by Indigo Girls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In His Hands

Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room

song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tomorrow

turn of
and close
the light
the door
let it be
no sound
no song
only silence
silence
silence
in your breath
let your heart
cross your mind
let it fly
let it dream
nobody can
touch you now
hurt you more
let your cry
wash the pain
clean it again
for better
for worse
for tomorrow
to more row

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse

Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldnt want to fake it, and Im tired of this dream (not sure about this sentence)
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in june.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I dont care
Wouldnt want to fake it, well I dont mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldnt want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I dont care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I dont care
Were not gonna make it, well I dont mind
Wouldnt want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they dont know
Taking medications till my stomachs full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I dont love him, I dont care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we dont care in his room
From outcesticide ii.

song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To have a feel of my food

To have the feel of my food not just the taste of it in my tongue
I use my bare hands, the rice I fold between my palms the fish
I touch with my fingers, and then my mouth opens to swallow and savor

Just like you tonight, I feel you with my bare hands I taste you
With my tongue because you are the food of my soul and my soul
Feeds on you as you also feed on mine

We are bare all over, not just our bare hands
We touch we feel we lick we breath with our noses
On our skins, we feed on our flesh, we go deeper
Into our souls, our eyes feast on the food we lay in front of us
The lights of our eyes open in our room the festivity to a beginning

We feed on ourselves we are hungry & greedy & we are never full

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I am sad and hurt

I am sad and hurt,
I wonder why am i always treated like dirt,
I hear screaming,
I see weeping,
I want to be your keeping,
I am sad and hurt,
I pretend like nothings wrong,
I feel like the days have been so long,
I touch your heart,
I worry we might fall apart,
I cry because i feel betrayed,
I am sad and hurt,
I understand why we shouldn't talk,
I say we should take a walk,
I dream of you and me,
I try to just believe
I hope we could be together,
I am sad and hurt.

poem by Janet Diaz
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Bare-Limbed Tree

summer gone to dog days,
autumn approaches on a
strange wind....
i long to watch the leaves turn,
and fall, tiny love stories

that no one else can see.
and the sound the bare-limbed
tree makes... reaching for the sky,
reaching through winter for
the spring....

the smell of woodsmoke,
coffee and brandy by the fire...
a thousand memories turned
to brown, lost to eternal moments,

i am that bare-limbed tree!
reaching for the sky, reaching
for another spring.... reaching
through death, reaching for you!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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How Dose It Feel?

blood trickeling down the wall
watch it drip watch it fall
as my heart hits the floor
i cant believe your words hurt more
as i read that i cant breath
its like my throat is closing
or im waiting to wake up screaming
as tears drag my red eyeliner down my cheeks
its like im distroyed and i finally am as dead inside
as i look on the outside
you asked me not to cry i couldnt help it
i remembered you telling me im beautiful
even if my makeup is running from my eyes
and down my face
sometimes i cant find my place
you told me you love me and you said you arent lying
and i want you to believe me when i say im trying
dont give up on me
dont let me fall
it hurts to see it all
i know how it feels to bleed
to want to get back at someone you love
because they have hurt you in some way
but i love you baby and thats not the way i want it to be
you mean everything to me
so please dont leave
just stay for me
even if i have to tare my heart out for you too see
it dose hurt to know what you did
and that your gone forever
but im still inlove with you and thats a fact
thats how i feel..

poem by Sandy Vanity
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Upon An Empathy...

upon your sorrow
this glass of silence breaks
its shatters fall upon
the floor of my peace
contaminated by
sharp pieces
my feet tiptoe upon
those empty spaces
avoiding
steps that hurt like
pins and nails

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Child Is Dying

for every tree you cut down,
a child is dying.
for every barrel of oil that
you drill and spill,
a child is dying.
for every coal mine you
rape the earth with,
a child is dying.
for all the nuclear waste
you cannot dispose of,
a child is dying.

for every country you bomb,
a child is dying.
for every chemical you spray
on your vegetables,
a child is dying.

for every river you dam & drain,
a child is dying.
for every oil field you own,
a child is dying.

for every animal you drive
to the brink of extinction,
a child is dying.
for every smokestack, every sweatshop,
and every synthetic thought,
a child is dying.

for every tree you cut down....

poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Won't Be Tolerating These Bad Apples

Diciding for a group of individuals the guilt lies on them to bare.
Who gives you the right?
When they had nothing to do with it but instead it was their association with past tendencies.
It is no better, then saying this was done to me so now I'll do it their children.
Do we blame a serial killers child for his murders.
No do we watch them most carefully, most certainly.
They say the apple doesn't fall from the tree.
But I say it doesn't matter because it will be a new tree.
Maybe it bares the same bad fruit, maybe not but we will not know if it is not given the chance to grow.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Silence Echos

Silence
makes my heart break
Silence
Love, does not make

Silence
Was it all just a terrible mistake?
Silence
Was love just a game, just fake?

Silence
Leaves me heartbroken
Silence
Kills he feeling behind words unspoken

Silence
has is a shield you hide behind
Silence
Guards what's on your mind

Silence
Chills your heart's sound
Silence
Love cannot silently be found

Silence
has turned your dreams blind
Silence
is darkness in which you cannot find

Silence
Crushes the hopeful feelings that were kind
Silence
Of emptiness it did remind

Silence
Silence took all I sought to find
Silence
Silence was hurtful and unkind

Silence
Will kill love before it ripens on the vine
Love will go silently
But it's lonely hurt will echo for all time

poem by James T. Adair
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Gone

To touch the glove upon her tender hand,
To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring,
Lifted my heart into a sudden song
As when the wild birds sing.

To touch her shadow on the sunny grass,
To break her pathway through the darkened wood,
Filled all my life with trembling and tears
And silence where I stood.

I watch the shadows gather round my heart,
I live to know that she is gone –
Gone gone for ever, like the tender dove
That left the Ark alone.

poem by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
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The Passing Of A Heart

O touch me with your hands--
For pity's sake!
My brow throbs ever on with such an ache
As only your cool touch may take away;
And so, I pray
You, touch me with your hands!

Touch--touch me with your hands.--
Smooth back the hair
You once caressed, and kissed, and called so fair
That I did dream its gold would wear alway,
And lo, to-day--
O touch me with your hands!

Just touch me with your hands,
And let them press
My weary eyelids with the old caress,
And lull me till I sleep. Then go your way,
That Death may say:
He touched her with his hands.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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I Am Walking On Sharp Edges

Hold me tight, my friend,
I am going to sail in damnation.
Between devil and saint
I have lost my home.

A wooden ship is on fire
at the turbulent sea
and I am going to welcome you
on the starboard.
I would keep the funeral in waiting.

Flowering of the ashes has begun
in urn. Sitting in semicircle, you watch
the spilling. Bones meet mother earth.
Death creates the challenge.

Go for a tree, watch your silence,
we are going for a contradiction.
The thoughts are same, but not similar.
I am walking on sharp edges.

poem by Satish Verma
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