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 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Sisilia
One shall not look at beauty
as a gift,
for it comes with it's own
**punishments
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Sisilia
I see the devil in me,
Though Sundays oblivious to him.
They say everyone is beautiful,
though looks can be deceiving
Lucifer was once an angel too.
a beautiful one,
But what am i  if i'm down here?
If the devil is below me,
and God is above me,
Then what i am?
Who am i?
I sit on the fence although the fence is between both different worlds'
But which side do i sit on?
The devil's or Gods?
#Which side are you on? #Don't answer that. #only if you want...
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Sisilia
Daddy why don't you love me?
Is it because i look more of 'her'?
Is it because i am a reminder of what has gone and will never return?
Everyday i see a father hold his daughter dearly,
With so much affection and love,
And then i look at us.
Is there even an 'us' anymore?
Was there ever an 'us' to begin with?
Why daddy why?
Why must you push me away?
Cant you see daddy? i'm hurting too,
I smile for the sake of you, reminding you that i'm here,
That i'm here to share your grief with and morn over our lost,
But why daddy why?
Why must you scorn at me with such raw hate?
Cant you see daddy our numbers will never add up
You lost one.....................................
But I've lost two.
i was never daddy's little girl although i never hated him for that, the more he pushed me away the more i was drawn to him, the more i craved for his fatherly love, but still i wait here patiently to notice me as his daughter and not the plague.
My old habits of coming back to you:

Waking up in cold mornings only to find
warmth in your long gone arms

Tracing the stars in the night sky only to
notice similarities with your moles and scars

Reading through my favorite lines only to
remember that your words were poetry spoken to me out loud

Embracing silence within my room only to
remind me that this is how we end
that this is where you left
this is where I always try to find you
-in the air of silence
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Ola Radka
We all paint our lives.
The mountains of challenges,
The rivers of tears,
The waterfalls of joy.

We mix the colours of sorrow and laughter
And add the colours of experience and the years that passed.
The souls we will always remember
And the moments we will never forget.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Isabelle
•••
This heartbreak
Unleashes the poet on me

•••
i wrote a poem for you, even though i know that you will never read them
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Mona
when it was storming
in the darkest of the night,
where were you
to save her from danger?
when she was scared
and needed you the most,
where were you
to kiss her and hold her?

anywhere but her side
- that's where you were.
please comment your opinions on this piece. i'm kinda unsure about it.
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