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 Feb 2017 Leaetta May
Pax
      In contrary of the distance we take.
          Goodbyes are just as hard to make.
        
          I wish the cold will stay away from our hearts.
          It’s our toughest decision we’ve made - being apart.

          I give to you a piece of my soul for you to hold.
          You give yours, I cherish like gold.
        
          Three years is a short time away from each other,
          Yet as long as our hearts are entwine together
          Our love is as sweet as forever.
*


© 2014
"does long distance relationship really last? I think it does for some people, but it is not for everyone. I guess it really depends how stretchable your love is..." ~ pax

it was a prompt for my little book jiffy's love.
 Feb 2017 Leaetta May
Pax
Restart
 Feb 2017 Leaetta May
Pax
My life is an unfinished artwork
It needs a retouch on how it should be.
Sometimes what i badly need is a fresh start...
Offers to shine are non-existent,
Even though talent and character prevails.

Trying to earn success ends up hitting a wall,
As dreams with ambitions become crushed.

Putting down your shield to meet new people,
But raise it up again as rejection strikes fiercely.

Succeeding and acceptance are desires with power,
Gaining strength to achieve aspirations of normality.

Normalizing chances for happiness encounters reality,
As imperfections in society dominates decisions.

Treat all opportunities as occurrences of extinction,
Fighting for prospects like possibilities depends on existence.
Barriers try to block my aim for success,
Threatening victory through destruction.

Visions of glory endure harm by persistence,
Pursuing achievements with passionate resistance.

Desires defy oppositions that halt progress,
As growth strives for productive advancements.

Positive results are on a hard mission,
In a struggle to withstand society’s defects.

Always rejecting shortcomings as factual terms,
Not allowing truths of reality define my aspirations.
again and again, the world renews the spike in the palm
and north winds bear down upon the inky black
where dead stars illuminate the zodiac of our inner defeat.
an upturned display of seedless fruit against a backdrop
of discrete harm... and the south wind scratching at the twinkle
of a last act. a mirage of poppies and golden wheat
from which the bread of our maker is baked into the glamor
of so much solitude in a galaxy
in your house.
I can't afford the mansion you crave,
but I can visit the forest from where
it's made

And laugh as birds put holes in timbers
that you've spent a lifetime
chasing after
 Feb 2017 Leaetta May
Mohd Arshad
Dream is a bud
If cared it would be a complete flower
Standing here with the world upon my shoulders
As I watch my dreams ignite and smolder
The greenest storm clouds are encroaching
The city's on fire, on the horizon I can see it smoking

All I can see is flames, around me the fire's rage
I'm shackled in chains, locked in a cage
By the rancid smell, I'd say my soul has rotten
For I'm all alone, I've been forgotten

The fire rages on

Slowly consuming all my dreams until they're gone
With the weight of the world making me sink
I'm afraid I'm already over the brink

©Pauline Russell
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