DESTINY

Destiny

written by: Seorin Kae

@SeorinKae

did you abandon me?
your letters but a cliché
confirming my assumptions

did you forget me?
the sadness in your voice
the worry in your tone
tinted with oblivion to my pain

my sleepless nights
were in vain
~little birds lost in the sky
never reaching their destination

every hour spent waiting
~spilling crystal clear water
drowning the fragrance of unity

you were lost
already lost
forever lost
your name was a myth to me
as my heart was a ghost to you

there was never a "u"
in "us"
"universe"
"unforgettable"

we were never driven apart
we were just not meant to be
me next to you
you next to me
forever separated by Destiny

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By dspoetry------ my dog wouldn't have liked you

I wish that the first time I spoke to you,
I had one hand wrapped around the leather strap
tethered to my dog's collar,
instead of leaving her home to worry
and allowing my hands the 
freedom to tear myself apart in 
front of you
because finally tearing myself down
felt like a wonderful thing to do.

I wish I'd had her with me
because she has always been 
the one more likely to trust her gut
and warn people like you to stay away.

I wish I'd had her with me,
because I know that she would not
have let you take a single step towards me
even if I wanted to let you close. 

I still remember the way you would 
sweat nervously
at the thought of my hanging around with
my friends who did not like you.
If you were so worried about them,
I am sure you would have been all the more
terrified of her.
Not because she would bite you,
not because she is dangerous.
But because she is not fooled as easily as me.
She would have sensed the danger,
pulling me farther away
than was comfortable for you to imagine.

I say this not to be cruel,
but rather to speak out loud 
a thought which has
fluttered through my mind all day,
the corners of my lips curved
in my own quiet amusement.

My dog wouldn't have liked you very much.

Illusions by Dimitris P. Kraniotis

noiseless wrinkles
on our forehead
the frontiers of history,
shed oblique glances
at Homer’s verses.
Illusions
full of guilt
redeem
wounded whispers
that became echoes
in lighted caves
of the fools and the innocent.

An Open Letter To Myself by JB Nuique

by JB Nuique

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To my ever dearest self,
I know a lot of things about you,
Though I still do not know you.
You are one of the weakest creatures
And that makes you really strong.
It's true! You're the most beautiful thing
That God ever created.
You're totally worthy to be kept,
Loved, and understood in depth.
On some days you are a monstrous beast;
Or a crazy, lovely piece
Of a puzzle that baffles each mind.
You're loved and one of a kind.
You are not just a woman. You're, well—
Just a storm with a body.
You're the seasons inside of Beauty.
You care and love very much,
And hurt and bleed when you strongly clutch.
Yet it's okay. So okay.
Being dramatic is a given
For a woman—worth keepin'.
Don't worry if Sir The One won't come.
You are already complete,
Strong and independent. You can live.
Forever yours and always,
Your other wand'ring and caring self.

TRUE LOVE

I kissed my true love

Beneath the gurning sun,

I caressed my true love,

Until the sun was gone.

I planted seeds in my true love’s garden,

Employed my eager spade all day long,

I dug and dug in my true love’s garden

Until the planting was done.

Each seed became a flower,

Each flower became a sigh,

Pressed into her languid bower

As the night drifted slowly by.

In the morning, refreshed by the new sun,

In my true love’s garden bright

My work was finally done,

And I left with a horticulturlists delight.

MONSTER

Before him the monster grew

In the stippled light

Dappled blue

It was an interesting sight.

A wondrous uncompromising

Dark hue

Its features had a disconcerting

Temporary feel. Nose and ears fixed by glue

And where his mouth should have

Been was a blue suede shoe,

And in place of eyes grave-

Stones inscribed with the names of no one I knew.

Still, he was very polite

For such a badly-hewn

Creature of the night.

Crafted as if from ancient stone

In the half-light, he quietly broke my neck

With a pleasant-enough smile

And I heard it crack

Dying, deeply impressed by his style.