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 Aug 2014 Arun C
Poetic T
Trapped in this place
Prisoner,
Confined
Cornered,
In place of no walls
I wish to leave,
Time is endless
For the snow always falls
Timeless,
Frozen,
Trapped,
In this place where
Time never moves,
Where it just snows,
I'm trapped between
the outside and the in,
I wish to break out, to be free,
Let me smash my invisible prison
So that I may roam,
Not trapped between walls I can not see..
Inspired By Lindsey Sterling awesome violin player Check out shadow on YouTube and shatter me...
 Aug 2014 Arun C
Tanya Chaudhary
The World is at your feet,
The days just couldn't be better.
You have friends, foes
And momentary lovers,
You have the words & the letters.

You can see the sunshine.
You can see the blooming moon.
You can scale the mountains high.
You can hike and walk the dune.

You feel indestructible.
You may feel proud.
You may feel conquered,
Maybe, on top of a cloud.

Then with a sudden ****, you face that demon.
The world calls it - Reality.
It shatters your existence,
Confuses your life with duality.

Those momentary flings help less,
Cause much more distress.
They do have their charm, but then passion isn't the sole fodder of the soul.
You think of the thing that would bridge that hole.

Like a boomerang, you've oscillated.
Physically & inwardly.
Some benevolent and some ended bitterly.

Then.
KABOOOOM! The epiphany.
You realize a thing is amiss.
A really petty thing that was taken away, that was dismissed.

The World calls it 'Love'.
I call it - 'YOU.'
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*Time has been interminably long. Minutes became years. I never get addicted easily. I’m an island of independence. But I wanted to leave it for you.
Meet me in another universe, one far different from this one. I’ll gladly show you what 150 words failed to convey.
 Aug 2014 Arun C
Patrick H
Poem
 Aug 2014 Arun C
Patrick H
I thought I would write you a poem;
I wrote 100 lines of prose instead
only to unearth
3 lines of poetry
buried beneath the wreckage.
 Aug 2014 Arun C
Clindballe
I got lost in you like I do with books.
Forgot about my surroundings.
About the hurtful endings.
A real life horror story.
With no big glory.
Just great pain.
How lame.
Written: August 20. - 2014
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