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A pathway lit with the lamps for the night
Winter's slowly crawling through
Took a deep breath then sighed
As I took off my earphones
I started to cry

As I was playing Beethoven
Something inside died
Someone took my heart
Flashbacks begun to start

I remembered when I played Fur Elise
You slept crying
Trying to hide something
Something you did not want me to know
Hid it deep, deep down below

Ran as fast as I can
Just to catch up to you
But I was late
Now past eight
and I just stood at the door gazin'

You were like an angel
Now dressed in white
Surrounded by flowers and light
Sorry, I haven't seen you in a while
You were as beautiful as the sunset
and grander than the bluebonnet

Walking towards you
Holding my tears back
Heart was heavy
As I glanced at you
One last time

Regrets came rushing
Picked up my phone and ran out
Shouted to the heavens
Cursed at the gods
Bargained to let me see her alive one last time

All you gave me was music
The songs, the meanings, the lyrics
The notes, the keys, the rhythm
Slowly I returned inside
and played your gift

I opened the piano
It was childhood all over again
Played your favorite piece, Love's Sorrow
I saw an image of you

Every stroke it was painful
Every note I was hurting
As memories came flushing
and the song showed me
how it made you smile and cry

I want to dance with you again, Ma
I will play a song and loop it for eternity
I want you to sing for me again
And I'll play the piano for you
I will gladly be

I'll dance for you
Even if my feet does not want me to
I'll write you endless songs
Just be with me one last time
I'll tell you stories
When you can't fall asleep
I'll kiss your forehead, Ma
and I'll tell you I will always be here
and you will be with me

I ended the piece
Like how you always ended your's
and I know you'll be in peace
Because all I saw you smiling
One last time
Never fall in love with a poet
For you might forget your true self
Cos they paint a different picture of you
And make you feel like someone else

Is it true or is it lies?
How can you truly know?
They give you a taste of the high
So when they leave, you’re really low

They tell you things you never heard
And even words you can’t pronounce
They make you fall real deep
And then they expect you to bounce

Never fall in love with a poet
Or you’d have to put their heart together
Their broken heart belongs to someone else
And Some pieces would be gone forever
Never fall in love with a poet. By Moore
love poem
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
While sailors grieved 'bout homeland far
For eyes couldn't see that distant place
Where sun shines bright and night has stars.

As drowning sun was bleeding red
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
'Bout Mothers ailing far away
And children weeping in dismay.

The horizon at distance glowed
While winds convulsed the sailors' hearts
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
When twilight welcomed the North Star.

The bright full moon propelled the tides
Which gave the ships new lease of life
As sailors left the shores in haste
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs.


Prashant Shaurya ©

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 Oct 2017 Pitch Hiker
Underneath
How better to describe
The vessel that is me?
I'm good at making pain
But what good's that to me?

An instability
Resides within my mind.
A fear of me by me
And fear of what I'll find.

But I can try to be
A kind and caring soul.
But I don't have a choice.
At some point I'll explode.

The me I know myself
Cannot stop what will come.
For I'm a ticking time bomb.
With no set time to blow.
 Sep 2017 Pitch Hiker
Underneath
My curse is me.
I help.
I help and help
And forget.
I forget me.
I help everyone else.
And then I vanish.
I hide what's in me.
I refuse help.
And so I help
Until it hurts.
 Sep 2017 Pitch Hiker
Underneath
People think
That I can't scare.

But I'm terrified.
Always.
Because they can't see
What lies beneath.

I'm scared of silence.
Of them talking and screaming.
I'm scared of not having control.
Of not being able to help or save.

But most of all
I'm scared of losing control.
Losing me.
Of what happens after.

I'm terrified of me.
 Aug 2017 Pitch Hiker
Underneath
What the ****.
Seriously.
All this time
And you come up with us?
Papery
Weak
Vulnerable.
All we have is our brains.
And those don't even work.
At least not all the time.
So tell me.
What are you?
Are you the greatest gift?
Or the most terrible curse?
 Aug 2017 Pitch Hiker
Underneath
Why are they so soft?
You could fall asleep in them.
They're warm when they're fresh.
But they are put down.
Left behind.
Always negative.
Always destructive.
But they can preserve.
And they feel so soft.
So light.
Like downy feathers
Torn from destruction.
Why are they hated?
Because we need ashes
To rise.
 Aug 2017 Pitch Hiker
eileen
 Aug 2017 Pitch Hiker
eileen
sometimes we lose things
things that keep us in touch
and together

just like how i lost the ability
to write on paper

all because of fear
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