Bueno Bye By Cacian cringing behind a curtain vail runing away something to hide step up the mark see if you dare, life has yourself only to blame. do you feel real when you speak fear or is faint you try and tear? turn in yourself make your goodbyes manners are put requires tact courage has it you have a doubt. domine sine veritas, domine mors est. what was before is passed and gone make your goodbyes compose a price see if you can recite it fast then give yourself a pat on back. losing is not a target you must pass or else your self is up for grabs, make your goodbyes speak not of else compose a whine and see it fly, rhyme does not get better then that. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ADIEU, LIKE THE PAPER BOATS... By akexodia Nuance of those wee days, Artifacts of thine innocence. Yearning, these wishful eyes, For the candid rains, At thy depleted windows. Times when thee made That paper boat, Like a world rising In the mind of a poet. Times, with a boat, thee bent down. Whilst the stream kissed Thine knees. And away the boat hurried. A numinous mirth then Adorned thy face. The boats are a past. But they reside somewhere At their destination last. Epitomising thy bliss there. Those times die. But, Ah! They reside deep; Still breathing, they still fly Epitomising thy life to thee... ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Leaving, again By pinkgiraffe We parted in a tunnel under the city. You kissed me with a passion I didn't know you had, teeth clashing in a battle for possession, and then apart. You rode the Piccadilly line east to Heathrow and America, while I was north-bound via King's Cross: heading home to grey skies, January drizzle, and the long agony of waiting. I watched you turn the corner and be gone, your wheeled suitcase following faithfully, while I stood still in the tide of commuters and wept.