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Savannah Oakes
(4/18/2013 11:38:00 AM)
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A Brisk Walk
Midnight on a winding street
air still as the grave
no danger lurking
no signs of wake
You swagger on
curving gingerly to the left
then suddenly—
a hand is in your hand
hot breath against your cheek
a whisper in your ear:
“My love, my light
come lie with me.
We will meet at great heights
where I will set you free,
from the hands that bind
and a mind of remiss,
so you won't but mind
as you float down the abyss.”
With no note of dissent
no sigh, no frown, nor shake
you are whisked away,
taking steady steps, with deep breaths
to the hole where you shall lay.
When finally you do arrive
you're beckoned to lie down
you stumble in, burrowing
careful not to make a sound.
Morning comes, but not the sun,
Eyes search, but nothing found.
Hands grasp at dirt, nails rake on stone
at this new burial ground.
Now screaming will do no good
nor fight, nor will, nor pain
you are here and here for good
because doth wed the night
and the night doth betrayed.
“Away now morning light,
Farewell bitter day!
Soon we will reunite,
perhaps from inner fray.
So beat your drums
and live in spite
measure all your sums
and we'll forget this little slight
until tomorrow comes.”
So lie down,
calm and secure
make most of this fine bed
that you've dug yourself out of
time and time again. -
Savannah Oakes
(4/18/2013 8:14:00 AM)
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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:
hooded, hazed.
Construing a montage
ever playing:
concerns, worries
fears, and doubts,
Come to life
in bursting light
whilst straining in the dark.
And if such creations
could speak—
or better
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.
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Roann Nriq
(4/18/2013 3:12:00 AM)
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Rainydaze
I love to watch the rain, fall in big fat shiny drops,
I love to know its helping grow, every farmer's crops;
I love to hear it thunder, and roar loudly as it pours,
I love to feel it wet my face, my cheeks, my eyes, my nose!
I love to sit on window sills, and sip hot chocolate milk,
and watch the rain wash shiny leaves, like velvet watered silk;
I love brown muddy puddles, I jump and they go 'splash! ',
And every night I love it, when the lightning starts to flash;
I love the smell of fresh washed earth, I love the cool crisp breeze,
When it rains, it's Heaven on earth, as God waters all His trees... -
Roann Nriq
(4/17/2013 6:49:00 AM)
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India is a patch-work, of every single hue,
Vibrant reds and ochres, and pensive shades of blue;
Skeins of gold light up the sky, when the sun wakes up each morn,
The heavens weave a tapestry, of a glittering brand new dawn;
Gilded pink and shimmering peach, the clouds weave in their lace,
India is spun golden, in the sun's new morning rays;
At noon the sun is up and bright, the ocean is sun kist;
Villages and towns bask in, a gilt-edged white hot mist;
Paddy fields and valleys, reflect the golden green,
While ribbons of grey roads, mere wisps of silvery sheen;
As twilight spins her burnished spool, on the fabric whirling high,
A dusky lilac, wine red sky, breathes out a drawn out sigh;
As night enfolds my country, with her quilt of deep, dark blue,
The Master weaver gently smiles, from vantage His point of view. -
*loved Soul* Christian
(4/17/2013 3:08:00 AM)
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I AM A
I am a wolf
lost in darkness
I walk alone
searching for the light
I am a student
with many questions
I must strengthen my mind
to find the anwers
I am a brick wall
taking life as it hits me
I am solid and strong
nothing can break me
I am a thread
in the blanket of life
holding tight and strong
until I snap in two
I am a tree
standing tall and proud
blowing in the wind
never changing what I am -
Josh Menard
(4/16/2013 11:07:00 AM)
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Evil Authority
Authority, these days
Got screwed up
In the heat
Of the haze
With respect
Plumeting
Ever smothering
To inject
Starting with neglect
They aim to redirect
Criminals of this short subject
America
To freedom
When they deserve
A sentence
Maybe, with
Repentance
School teachers
Who are sympatheticly
Derived
Always strived to like
Favorites
Even though
Our Constitutuion glows,
'All men created equal'
But not co-equal
Today
Because when,
That's a fact,
When things
Became untacked
And the government in
A scandelous pact
We do nothing
Because we're
Ruled by an authority
An evil one -
Gabriel Denver
(4/15/2013 1:53:00 PM)
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Calling
My breath catches when you hold your hair up
As your neck comes alive and invites me to live.
Lips find the softest of skin as I feel you rise
And I hear you sigh…
Together as one
In that moment there is only us
In mind, in body and in soul…..
Timeless love passes through our hands.
I use your heartbeat as a guide
My fingers follow it’s path.
I hear you calling……
I hear you calling….. -
Angela Ilyas
(4/14/2013 5:11:00 PM)
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Roaring Love…
“Just like the ROARING THUNDER shakes the earth beneath the darkened skies...
My heart ROARS like a Lioness for your gentle touch between my thighs!
Just as nectar from a tropical fruit brings nourishment to the body & soul...
My heart yearns for the milk of your loin to flow within me as electricity shoots through an electrical pole!
Just as gold is encased deep within the mountains lair....
My heart shutters for your fingers to stroke deep within me and slightly tug upon my hair!
It is YOU, MY KING, that my heart Leaps in a single bound and Hurdles over time & space...
Because YOU are my EVERYTHING UNDER GOD and have BLESSED me to know my SPECIAL PLACE!
That Special Place that no other has ever known, you’ve given to Me, here and now in this Precious Life...
To ALWAYS and FOREVER be called Mrs. Muhammad Ilyas...Your BELOVED Wife!
It is for YOU, All these and much, much more, that Forces my Heart to just...ROAR, ROAR, ROAR!
So please don’t mind if I SHOUT IT from the rooftops that it strips down every single layer to the floor …
For my ROARS are Relentless and cares for Nothing else anymore!
It only wants to be released so that the Whole World will Forever Know…
That when Mrs. Muhammad Ilyas, a Lioness at heart ROARS...
You better Watch Out, because Cupid may just be Knocking at Your Hearts Door,
With his arrows of unfounded Love that will STRIKE YOU to the Deepest Core!
So here I go once again...ROARING with sounds PIERCING like STRONG TORNADO WINDS…
" I LOVE YOU MUHAMMAD ILYAS AND I'LL LOVE YOU TILL THE VERY END! "
……………..RRRRROOOOOAAAAARRRRRR..............” -
Pratikxa Sedhain
(4/13/2013 3:36:00 AM)
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Trap the Criminals
We should make a strong law,
to trap criminals within our paw.
We should make rules so much tight,
to fight against criminals bite.
All the people please be aware,
and note that criminals are now where???
Please people help the police to catch those devil,
after that, you will be said a citizen able.
We must reduce criminals' dense,
by punishing them using our sense.
If we become successful in our plan,
we can make our country peace and calm. -
Shivani Pall
(4/12/2013 12:17:00 PM)
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I never gave you time i just gave you night and day...but you divided it into hours, minutes and seconds.
I never asked you for the price to pay and gave all the things for free like air, land, water and plants but you put the money tag on it and made it chargeable.
I gave you all the precious moments of life for free but you divided it as youth, middle age and old age.
I created you all the same way with same bond of humanity but you divided it as poor and rich, for and against.
I created this planet earth as one but you divided it as countries, state and regions.
And now i smile and look at your power of breaking things into smaller parts and dividing! ! ! !
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