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 Jun 2019 Zeeshan
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Silent I lay
I hear the whispers in the air
The violence in their words
Like slashes they wound deeply
The sun is about to set, preparing for the pain
The whispers haunting, why was I chosen?
These whispers are poison
They flow through my veins
I'm lost inside them
I'm not free of them
They're all lies
Their words mean nothing
I will not believe
I will not prevail
 Oct 2017 Zeeshan
Julia Plante
arms wrapped around me
fusing me back together
please don't wake me up
 Sep 2017 Zeeshan
H Weeks
Stay away
 Sep 2017 Zeeshan
H Weeks
The world spins on
As the whispers fill the expanding air.
The guiding light
The master of death
The pain and danger too bright to deny.
Again and again churning and swirling
Only to be broken by love.
Burnt out stump left to die
In the forest I stand alone
If I had a voice I would cry
If I felt pain I would groan
Yet I am just a tree to you
You cut me down for your view

— The End —