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MURDER BY THE SEA
Saturday, 26 May 2018
DESTINY
Destiny
written by: Seorin Kae
@SeorinKae
did you abandon me?
your letters but a cliché
confirming my assumptions
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
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
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
~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
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"
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
we were just not meant to be
me next to you
you next to me
forever separated by Destiny
Monday, 21 May 2018
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.
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.
Sunday, 20 May 2018
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.
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
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.
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.
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