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You’re here, But I’m afraid to speak

Such intelligence is intimidating. Though I wouldn’t speak at such High level in your presence, I feel something that I haven’t felt in centuries. Your costume used to matter. Your costume isn’t important anymore. I’m looking into you now. Yes I know your color, and I know your dreams. Insane we might say, but we are afraid. Such is divine to all. And it’s oblivious in your world. Only if you knew How your words move through me.. Slow and cold. How your windows pierce through screens and fake masks. I would clap louder.. but My hands would Bleed. Then Again.. You deserve such sacrifice. by Kelly Emil Bergey

A Burning Fire

In a silent breeze A silent cry screaming wind A wondering voice From a old women A silent Delightful voice from Someone who cares A blind women Senses her way through a narrow path A winding willow near the bright blue Water by Katherine Eillen Weisbrod

Thursday Afternoon

“But you’re not supposed to know,” he said. “Yeah,” I sighed, “but I just want to know a little, like when you get a new book and you read the last page. You know what the last page is going to be like, but you don’t know the whole story; you only have a little idea.” He followed me to the bathroom, where I started flossing my teeth, and he kissed me. I let the white floss fall in my hand. It was a good kiss, not those quick kisses of good-bye when he leaves for work, or the sloppy kisses when you are both too busy to care how your mouth feels. It was the kind of kiss that makes you remember why you started kissing him in the first place. And all at once you are not so afraid to grow old.

Love Of My Life

Here i am looking into the future planning on how to get the picture of love so pure that makes me so sure, oh sweet love,like dew from above coming down to sooth my wounds and like the lark heralds daylight that i may carry you beyond all bounds to my hearts utmost delight. This love,so blind and still so right takes me through the darkest of nights that i may awaken to find myself as glorious as an elf in this true picture of love that is a gift from above. by Olusegun Olaitan Agunbiade

Heart, we will forget him

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him!

I am shut out of mine own heart

I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me, nor in the wonders have I part that fill its hidden empery: The wildwood of adventurous thought and lands of dawn my dream had won, the riches out of Faery brought are buried with our bridal sun. And I am in a narrow place, and all its little streets are cold, because the absence of her face has robb'd the sullen air of gold. My home is in a broader day: at times I catch it glistening thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play and odour of undying spring: The long days that I lived alone, sweet madness of the springs I miss'd, are shed beyond, and thro' them blown clear laughter, and my lips are kiss'd: And here, from mine own joy apart, I wait the turning of the key: - I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me.

When I am dead

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me: Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me& With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

Beautiful Dreamer

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away! Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody; Gone are the cares of life's busy throng. Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea, Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie; Over the streamlet vapors are borne, Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn. Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea; Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!