SSha - Hello Poetry

It was perhaps the first of the few times when I had started looking for a father in random guys sitting by my window calling the ones walking on the street papa maybe I used to miss him a little back then, but surely the things changed when I turned seven- not young enough to understand why my mom cried & yet too young to know why he won't be the one who'd bring chocolates for me who'd be the one who'll stand by me and wipe my tears when I'd weep who'd help me stand when I'd fall who'd be in my failures, the first person I'd call. who'd teach me about the important lessons of life who'd not make me realize, how humiliating it would be to be someone's wife who'd be the first man I'd love.

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC

father-less.

It was perhaps the first of the few times when I had started looking for a father in random guys sitting by my window calling the ones walking on the street papa maybe I used to miss him a little back then, but surely the things changed when I turned seven- not young enough to understand why my mom cried & yet too young to know why he won't be the one who'd bring chocolates for me who'd be the one who'll stand by me and wipe my tears when I'd weep who'd help me stand when I'd fall who'd be in my failures, the first person I'd call. who'd teach me about the important lessons of life who'd not make me realize, how humiliating it would be to be someone's wife who'd be the first man I'd love.

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We exist because we think or we think because we exist? I see my existence in your eyes. I exist because you think of me. I exist because with you I don't need to think about myself. I don't exist when I don't live in your imagination. I don't exist when I don't live in your thoughts.

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC

Cogito. Sum.

We exist because we think or we think because we exist? I see my existence in your eyes. I exist because you think of me. I exist because with you I don't need to think about myself. I don't exist when I don't live in your imagination. I don't exist when I don't live in your thoughts.

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Don't look into my eyes as I open my jar full of glow worms & let out one by one the light kept caged in my heart- it helped me fight many violent storms. Why was it caged, you wish to ask? I will tell you as one wise man once told me, "accepting your mistake, is step one of putting remorse to its task." Fear drove me in different directions for years. On one such maneuver when I was tired and my eyes were full of tears I found this really nice man who shared with me his light gave me a reason to carry on my fight. But as he shared with me his light I extinguished his own. (He thought the world was nice and sharing was caring, not realizing I was wary and soulless after all my experiences scary.) Seeing the world dipped in the color of my soul I protected this light buried it deep inside, to not let the ones who were like me steal it from me how I stole it from him- by looking into his eyes. Now, looking back in time, as my soul gets cleansed by regret and remorse while the nice man shines brightly in the sky, even as I wish to get rid of this stolen light of mine, to die, to be blessed with a less insecure afterlife. Hence, I release my glow worms one by one, but don't look into my eyes, and try to steal this light- escape my fate, don't make the same mistake as mine.

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Jun 6, 2015

Jun 6, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC

Caged Glow-worms.

Don't look into my eyes as I open my jar full of glow worms & let out one by one the light kept caged in my heart- it helped me fight many violent storms. Why was it caged, you wish to ask? I will tell you as one wise man once told me, "accepting your mistake, is step one of putting remorse to its task." Fear drove me in different directions for years. On one such maneuver when I was tired and my eyes were full of tears I found this really nice man who shared with me his light gave me a reason to carry on my fight. But as he shared with me his light I extinguished his own. (He thought the world was nice and sharing was caring, not realizing I was wary and soulless after all my experiences scary.) Seeing the world dipped in the color of my soul I protected this light buried it deep inside, to not let the ones who were like me steal it from me how I stole it from him- by looking into his eyes. Now, looking back in time, as my soul gets cleansed by regret and remorse while the nice man shines brightly in the sky, even as I wish to get rid of this stolen light of mine, to die, to be blessed with a less insecure afterlife. Hence, I release my glow worms one by one, but don't look into my eyes, and try to steal this light- escape my fate, don't make the same mistake as mine.

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Let's weave a cloth using thread of lies, one colored in your biases the other in mine. You believe what I tell you & I will believe in you, but take care to remember what you say isn't true. Let's keep it low key & use only light colored threads- a lie too bright can show the lack of facts. We'll use it to hide our skins whenever our sand castle we shall leave. But careful! Don't step out in the wind- Beware of the power of truth that takes the strength out of this fabric we weave.

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC

Thread of Lies.

Let's weave a cloth using thread of lies, one colored in your biases the other in mine. You believe what I tell you & I will believe in you, but take care to remember what you say isn't true. Let's keep it low key & use only light colored threads- a lie too bright can show the lack of facts. We'll use it to hide our skins whenever our sand castle we shall leave. But careful! Don't step out in the wind- Beware of the power of truth that takes the strength out of this fabric we weave.

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In the dead of the winter, when you dream about a lively cottage garden, Try to shed your cold fears and you look beyond the protection of the barbed wire~ In the wilderness & hostility of the free world you'll find a hopeful, brave and a luscious wild flower.

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May 28, 2015

May 28, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC

Wild Flower

In the dead of the winter, when you dream about a lively cottage garden, Try to shed your cold fears and you look beyond the protection of the barbed wire~ In the wilderness & hostility of the free world you'll find a hopeful, brave and a luscious wild flower.

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Look at him, oh, how composed he looks, like a tree on a windless day in spring But alas! Our eyes see as much. His heart is in pieces and bits as, in love, he pulls her up to fulfil her dreams while she holds onto the rope that drags her baggage and still a little hope.

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May 27, 2015

May 27, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC

Drag Me.

Look at him, oh, how composed he looks, like a tree on a windless day in spring But alas! Our eyes see as much. His heart is in pieces and bits as, in love, he pulls her up to fulfil her dreams while she holds onto the rope that drags her baggage and still a little hope.

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Look at all these hopeful coins in a fountain. They echo the truths kept caged otherwise in so many (broken desperate love-thirsty tortured and a little empty) hearts~ Whispering the secrets behind one's hope pain sane and insane.

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May 27, 2015

May 27, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC

Fountain's Coins

Look at all these hopeful coins in a fountain. They echo the truths kept caged otherwise in so many (broken desperate love-thirsty tortured and a little empty) hearts~ Whispering the secrets behind one's hope pain sane and insane.

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A broken tooth tooth fairy & monsters under our beds- Oh! so scary to broken heart what's a fairy & Stop dreaming! Face the reality so scary~ We complete a full circle from our childhood's ache to growing up is an inevitable mistake!

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May 27, 2015

May 27, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC

Full Circle

A broken tooth tooth fairy & monsters under our beds- Oh! so scary to broken heart what's a fairy & Stop dreaming! Face the reality so scary~ We complete a full circle from our childhood's ache to growing up is an inevitable mistake!

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A daring, caring angel tried walking on land wanted to spread love but got stripped of her feathers by just humans now she stares through an hourglass, waiting to become mortal, at falling grains of sand.

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC

Flightless Angel.

A daring, caring angel tried walking on land wanted to spread love but got stripped of her feathers by just humans now she stares through an hourglass, waiting to become mortal, at falling grains of sand.

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She keeps her lips sealed tight, opening her heart to no one. She keeps her heart sealed tight, letting her dark inside see no light. Touching words and warm rays of hope- don't heal her anymore, but make her bruises burn.

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May 23, 2015

May 23, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC

Sealed.

She keeps her lips sealed tight, opening her heart to no one. She keeps her heart sealed tight, letting her dark inside see no light. Touching words and warm rays of hope- don't heal her anymore, but make her bruises burn.

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