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Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

Home

hands

Tonight I won’t go home
unless I reside in your embrace
and breathe at ease at last

Tonight I won’t go home
unless your eyes mine will trace
and drown in them fast

Tonight I won’t go home
unless your voice speaks my name
and echoes within my chest

Tonight I won’t go home
unless I enter your game
and treat losing as a fest

Tonight I won’t go home
it’s something I can’t do
Tonight I won’t go home
unless home is you

By: Sara TK

hujan dan memori tentangnya

Heavy Downpour --- Image by © Anthony Redpath / Corbis

Heavy Downpour — Image by © Anthony Redpath / Corbis

pick up line what is commonly used in people after the introduction of the name?

weather?

a little old-fashioned, the kind kedahulu-dahuluan.

sunny weather today

hot weather today

windy weather today

rainy weather today

of the many weather there is only one who is always remembered.

a little old fashioned, but admit that you guys better remember the rain.

I did not tell you all like rain.

read it again.

“Considering the rain”

What makes the rain is always memorable?

the sky became gray.

the sound of water droplets collide with the ground scrambling rise to noise

boisterous.

soil aroma reminds us of where humans came from.

excellent background to think, ponder, and roll back

memory.

Yes rain memorable because it brings the memories with him.

like when we were kids, running around half-naked in the rain

without fear of wet, sore, or an animal bite.

like a cup of warm milk tea grandma. taken together in

porch, warming themselves in the cold rain, storytelling.

or like the first time in inter home by the person you

love, both on the bike, laughing as wet.

there is also a story of grief.

when you lose the person you love forever.

then it rains, as if representing cry you hold.

when it rains and back fond memory, but you can not

repeat. because it is already gone, or because hardly afford.

all the more considering the rain.

everyone has memories of rain.

What memories do you have?

if I may know.

The Wild West (Unfinished)

Always Friends

Friends

I always wanted more from you
than you were willing to give;
So now we’ve gone our separate ways
each with different lives to live.

The bond will always be there
the friendship always intact;
But the time for us has come and gone
and the pages of time, you can’t turn back.

I will always be a friend to you
and wonder how you are;
The smiles and laughter I will remember
and our fights have become painless scars.

Sometimes on those busy days
when you’ve a thousand things to do;
Please let me glide slowly through your mind
and spend some time with you.

In that quiet moment
when you’re surprised to find me there;
Just remember even with the distance between us
I am still someone who cares.

By: Shy girl 1 flollow her @http://allpoetry.com/Shy_Girl_1

I’m just one flower

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I’m just one flower,
no less,
no more.
I’m just one flower,
And my heart is sore.I’m just one flower,
In a whole full field.
All I do is wait,
to my petal,
to be healed.

I’m just one flower,
And not a pretty one.
Some flowers can grow without a light,
but I need something,
to be my sun.

I’m just one flower,
there are so many more like me.
I’m just one flower,
Wanting to be big like a tree.

By: itsme26 follow her @http://allpoetry.com/itsme26

Happiness

UBeCute

Bora Bora 036a Just before the celestial change of guard
the sun and moon fleetingly share
a bed in the clandestine skies,
I walk alone on the beach.

A pair of dolphins burst out from the sea
doing cart wheels like two happy six year old’s
and swim parallel to the shore
their big clown smiles drawn permanently on their faces.

I too cannot help but slip out of my adult proprieties
and find myself running and somersaulting in the sand
While the waves wash the shore and my inhibitions along.
Happiness is at once so intuitive and unassuming.

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Hope

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Hope,
It gives an idea to the soul,
to hope the world will accept you
Only to lose yourself, and lose control.

Hope,
Is when your heart is hungry to find Peace and Happiness. To only find you’ve gone so long without it you have starved.

Hope,
where is this so called hope,
When the people in Africa are starving?.
Is there hope for them,
When they are dying
And there children are crying?.

Hope,
Where is the hope for a little girl who has lost her parents?
How do you explain to her that her mom is gone and her dad is too.
To look into those eyes longing to understand, to say you are now alone, now what place can she call her home?

Hope,
Where is it!,
I demand to know. 

Wait,
What gives you hope?
How about when you go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning, that gives you hope.

Hope,
When you go into surgery, and they tell you that you might die but you don’t. 

Hope?
Why hope when you can let your body shrivel up and wither away?
Your soul to loose the light that it seeks to a pit of darkness.

But,
The people that have hope are strong.
The people that have hope are humble.
The people that have HOPE are the people we need…

Without hope we are nothing but a soulless hollow shell. 

Hope.

By: EternalyImperfec follow her @ http://allpoetry.com/EternalyImperfec