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 Aug 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Della Sun
People are just like flowers
Some are loved, some are judged
Some are cared, some are forgotten
Some are known, some are not
But again
Just like flowers
We are all born beautiful
In our own different ways
But not everyone sees that
And like a wilted flower
Some will fade, some will die
Because some will give up
But some will survive
If you ever wake up in a hug yourself jacket
Dress in all white, feeling like a maggot
Don't worry about the fall
The room will be padded after all

The bright light will not let you hide
You'll have wished you'd of died
As they **** and they poke
And your anger they'll provoke

So they can hook you up and electrify your mind
So you can forget the memories they find
There will be no more dark clouds
They will no longer be allowed

Inside your cranium
Their will be no more delirium
Take the little pills they give
They say you need them to live

They will have hollowed you out
No more need to shout
Because once you where a dark horse
Now They made you into a living corpse
 Aug 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Della Sun
an unbound HEART
roaming wild and free
an untried love
something that won't be
an untamed spirit
looking for what it needs
an unclaimed soul
moving away from me
 Aug 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Magdalyn
I tried to scrub your name
out of my head,
but all I got was skin and soap
under my nails.
Dance.
Paint.
Write.
Sing.


We all are finding our own ways to live.
Self imposed
But strange compulsion
To pen my thoughts
In to a poem

Digging my head
To come up something better
So thought probably should go out
And unlock the fetter

Went for shopping
To peace my brain
Random thoughts
but not one good to explain

Now I think
Am slipping in to this well
Comfortable being lonely
Someone did cast a spell

Strangely
Guys pass by me
And am least impressed
Writting my heart out
As my world is now poetically dressed

You cannot
Win me over by sheer show
Get your brain working
And use words in a flow

What I wrote makes no sense
Excuse the poet for pretence

And this is how my sunday ended
Forgive me , if you feel offended


Manisha
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