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 Oct 2017 Saumya
Star BG
Out across blue-green sea I dream,
of open skies and flying eagles,
adorned with feather tapestry
perched in nests of gold,
A divine place for senses to come alive.

Out across Indigo skies I fantasize,
with breath and wind blowing
adorned with cloud etchings
drifting in a sea of hope
where light weaves
silken yarns of love.
A grand place to pass the time.

Out across a rainbow landscape I wander,
feeling creative energies mount
adorned stupendous mountains I create
Rrolling air currents open eyes,
music enlightens ear canals
A divine place that harbors heart.
Inspired by Howard HildeThank you so so much.
 Oct 2017 Saumya
Semihten5
the pen is broken
the day will be the night for the last time
turns into the memories of each life
I will not forget your laughter  
keep you to tears

the pain comes and goes
 Oct 2017 Saumya
h m w
He smiled at me and said 'here, take this'

It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss

I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

But what happened next forever will drive me crazy

Next thing you know I was spinning in my head

Then he wanted to bring me to a bed

His friends walked in and wanted more

So they all called me a ‘***** little *****’

My body was numb and I couldn’t move

I let out a scream but they didn’t approve

Everything went black but then again I woke

But to them it was nothing but a funny little joke

They locked me inside of a walk in closet

So if there was a stir I sure wouldn’t cause it

I blacked out again and woke in a different place

Treating me as if my soul were missing and my body were a case

Still I was unable to move nor speak

But he still said he loved me and kissed me on the cheek

I counted five inhumane beings on top of me moaning

One was even playfully groaning

I was disgusted and wanted it to end

But I knew that after this my mind would never mend

By now it would have been a little past three in the morning

Earlier I should have taken that adorable face as a warning

When they realized I was sobering up

They had an alibi saying they’d call this a hookup

When I could finally move my mouth again

I realized what had happened and felt heavy chest pain

They heard that I was muttering words that were incomprehensible

They saw me as nothing more than a body and that I was dispensable

They came up with a plan to hide my body in a ditch

I even heard one say, 'she deserved it, what a stupid *****'

I hit my head when they threw me on the ground

I only saw black in front of me and around

I woke up to a woman asking if I were okay

I only said one phrase and it was that 'I was betrayed'

What happened after that is irrelevant at best

All I will say is that I was nothing but stressed

This is my story and it happened two years ago today

Nailing an image in my mind that I was a targeted prey

I know now that I hold so much more worth

And I love myself more than anything on this Earth

Just know that these words have come straight from my heart

No matter how vile and disgusting this memory is, I can never restart

So I tried to make it a poem so it seems like some kind of art.

h.m.w
I am a ****** assault victim and I never received justice.
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A songbird lives days of identify
While memories hang on mangoes trees

Aphrodite wishes touch-me not
Narcissus in water of desired Time,
Key of childhood opens
Sea of wants

Erases burning thoughts
Create fearlessness
Te engagement
Death never scare but
Give hope to do the undone
Before we leave on novel voyage,
Smile, jump over the rope,

Strong like the tale of identical twins
One existing in body while other within
Shadow enters through door of night
To repair the torn, worn before going to sleep

Gap and lap in kiss and miss of cup
Time heals, when your feet ouch the reality of Earth

Wisdom is futile if learning is not put into action
Songbird is known by his own song, right or wrong ?

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
 Sep 2017 Saumya
Emily Dickinson
712

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity—
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