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 Sep 2018 Anya
Traveler
What if I could believed
All those impossible stories
All those brilliant miracles
Majestic in their glories
The proverbs
You teach your children
The comfort of your gift
What if it were true
That destinies were some how fixed

Where is this place
Where truth is hidden
For only the chosen few
The gathering of angels
The conversion of the Jews
Where are your invisible deities
The miracles of their love
If they’re real, then no big deal
They can stop the wars
From above  

Sea of gold
Trees of knowledge and life
A ****** heart
Becomes god's wife
Bowing down
Forever more
Before the judgmental
Blood stained floor
Answering questions like
Did you support the war
I'm afraid you'll need
To convince me more...
Traveler Tim

Thought of my morn.
 Sep 2018 Anya
Lyn-Purcell
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 Sep 2018 Anya
Lyn-Purcell


I feel the darkness grow and stalk
                     the halls of my mind,
        whispering words of mockery,
                  words that I cannot help
                                but take to heart...

What if I am not good enough?
                                Am I a failure?
                   What if I can't do this?
                    Am I lying to myself?
What if I make a fool of myself?
                    Am I truly talentless?

  All of this runs around my mind,
       having me chase and bite and
      pull my own tail as the darkness
         laughs, loud, proud and cruel.
             Am I just wasting my time?
           Is the quill and ink meant for
                              someone like me?
           Am I even good at what I do?
                   I don't know what to do
                   I don't know what to think
                            All I know is...is that
                                            IT HURTS

It all hurts too much...
Far too much...

                       How I want to hide...


I couldn't fully cage my anxiety and depression,
but it's leaking out of the cracks, making me
feel restless, tired, weak and making me question
everything I do.
...I guess It's fortunate that this is happening before
I start my course on the 17th of this month,
But it's so draining to deal with.
I feel so exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally.
I feel like all my energy is being ****** out of me... I want to scream and cry...
I need a break and fresh air so I'm going for a walk.
I'll be back soon.
Lyn
 Sep 2018 Anya
Dr Peter Lim
Let me be guided
and inspired
by just a few words today
as long as they are worthy to say.
* sorry, not a couplet but a quatrain---typo
 Sep 2018 Anya
Özcan Sh
Fire
 Sep 2018 Anya
Özcan Sh
Her heart was very warm
Her appearance brings light in the dark
Her smile melt the ice in my heart

When i come closer to her
My skin start to burn
Even if she kills me slowly
I still love to stand next to the fire.
 Sep 2018 Anya
Traveler
Sifted through those old writings
Left alone upon your page
You were but a starlight
In limelight
A magical, musical mage

Cobwebs of memories
Now hanging in the dark
Black widows of emptiness
Slowly devour
My weary heart

Oh how I miss you
Sweet shadow of words
Dreamer of dreams
Daughter of earth
You were like no other
Fresh quickening wind
We shall meet in ever
When ever we can
....
Traveler Tim
Miss you Sofia!
 Sep 2018 Anya
Traveler
I wouldn’t dare to guess
The whole extent of
The adolescent mess
  Left upon the first broken heart..

Certainly you are one of those
Who have overcome
Those common blows
    That tears a first timer's world apart...

Or even luckier yet
Perhaps your soulmate
This time around
Is who you met
   Reflected in the passion of your art....

Being a poet
Can be quite telling
Aesthetically rebelling
Sharing all the secrets
   Of one's unique solitary heart.....
Traveler Tim
 Sep 2018 Anya
Hisham Alshaikh
Brave men fighting
Knights crawling
Strong men dying
Kings crying
Emperors imploring
Kingdoms falling
Empires collapsing
Poets writing
Musicians performing
Paintings begging
Statues Kneeling
For a glimpse of your eyes


--Hisham Alshaikh
Glimpse of Your Eyes. Version 1.
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