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Sep 2015 Diva Irin

3 fragments from March 2015

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Graff1980

3 fragments from March 2015

Time is a thief
swift of feet
with nimble fingers
plucking the chords
of harmony
And dissonance;
Terrible and frightening
taking but never giving
a single second back.

Nature
Melting
Sounds
Disintegrating
Dissipation
Shadows of shapes
That never existed
Alone in the universe

When will she speak again,
play hide and seek with friends,
find new tidings,
night ridings,
space adventures,
and fairy-tale family
love and play
like her younger days,
instead of this
dull mist
of well employed
boredom?

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Dry Ink

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Manisha Uniyal

Dry Ink

Sitting on chair
Thoughts piling high to the roof
Crushing paper to *****
Not listening to the words

Concentric vicious circles of deep desires
Rhythmic marching death of wisdom
Blank sheets torn and flying in air
Resembling the state of puzzled sense

Motives of physical being is unfulfilled
Ink of heart and brain is dried
Leaving only stains of memory
When Stabbed with a pen

Manisha

It is that state of mind where you want to write but your brain is so dried up to spill anything .

#broken #heart #desire #death #ink #pen #dry

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Beware the Rose

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

brian mclaughlin

Beware the Rose

He spent time in the garden
moved too close to the rose
was pricked by it's thorn
the love he had given
was returned with pain

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

MeLaNCHoly EyEs

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Tia Jane

MeLaNCHoly EyEs

Sadness is here to greet me again ~
Melancholy eyes wet with tears ~
I struggle to march through each day ~
The night comes like a blow to the chest ~
Relentless ~
Unfeeling ~
Reminders that I left ~
And now I see you holding her hand ~
And I have no one to blame but myself ~
For all these years of melancholy eyes ~

Copyright Tia Jane Fajardo

#love #life #regret #pain #sadness #hurt #you #me #melancholy #blame

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Home

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Rustine Gescheidle

Home

I left your house--
the house I'd hoped would be ours--
and all I could think about is,
out of all the people in the world,
only you feel like home.

September 7, 2015

I shouldn't have gone to that party.

For anyone who hasn't read the poem "The Wedding", by Clementine Von Radics, I highly suggest doing so. Her work is beautiful, and that poem is pretty much exactly how I feel right now.

#heartbreak #home #people #you #house #yours #ours #torch

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Oh, When I Was In Love With You

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

A. E. Housman

Oh, When I Was In Love With You

Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

My Demons Prey In Darkness

Sep 2015 Diva Irin

Polar

My Demons Prey In Darkness

My demons are in touch with me and follow wherever I go.

My demons stalk my every move I say they are my shadow.

They hide behind my back in direct sunlight and surround me in moonlight.

They taunt my dreams until it seems I am lost to their whim.

There is a part of me that won't give in although I've had to learn to swim in darkness.

I follow ripples of light to the surface and cherish every ounce of bliss I find.

And at all times I have to remind myself to be strong for there is a place where I still belong.