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 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Santiago
I am the striking lighting
It's my essence feel my presence
My poetry's not a sentence
I speak of today not past presents
I'll climb a wall, window, fense
I'm sorry if I'm loosing my sense
Dying because of your absense
It's okay god is with us
Me and you pink and blue
Love you boo it's the honest truth
Somedays I wish





you and I




would get caught alone

in a life and death situation where nothing matters anymore and any responsibilities or complications that used to exist have faded because we are going to die anyway so I could find out what is really on your mind, so I could tell you everything, because why not at that point? So I could tell you everything I've done, how I really feel and why I did so many things, everything that has happened to me, and hope that maybe, in our last moments of life, you would understand.
Because in a situation where there is nothing left but emotions and loose threads and rough edges and unhappy endings, the truth just might come out.
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Alicia
I live in fear that one day
Someone will come.

They may be the best thing to ever happen to me
or not.

They will tear down the walls
I have so intricately hid behind

And leave me to wonder how I will ever
Repair my once so strong fortress.
A.C
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Alicia
Looking back at old pictures.
Because who wouldn't want to go back to being the once so strong and confident being they used to be.
Because I know I would.

A.C
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Annie
I see people
Heart broken
Just like I have been

I see them
I watch them cursing love
Trying to move on

You know
Why there is
All this misery?

Love
Is a healer
Only when minor

It cures the broken
Perfects a smile
And keeps you hoping

But love itself
Is not perfect
Just like you, just like me

It may leave you broken
Haunt your smile
Steal your desires

But let's not
Put the blame on love
Lets not bury it

For it deserves a chance
Like you and me
Let's keep its traces

Though
You need not to
Depend on love

For your happiness
Should lie within
You, your God and music

Be the thunder
To the stormy nights
The rainbow after a rainy day

And to me
This and only this is
The truth about love
Well,in my perspective.
All poetry is a message in a bottle tossed into the sea of oblivion.
D. Clare
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