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 Apr 2017 R Arora
aphotic blue
The beating of my heart seems lethally severe.
Full of misery, heart aches and fear.
Every pleased moment materialize, disappear.
T’ll my agony ends,
You didn’t know how I love you so sincere.

I am waiting for my life to end,
Holding back my mortal friend.
13 times where I was about **** myself,
Still wanting back the door to be open,
Everyday that’s the only thing I wanted to happen.
Yet my heart is still misshapen.
If you could comeback in any moment,
I would probably end up being permanent.

It is but one path, one direction

But this should lead to many other questions
It is really annoying if your just in my imagination
I perceived no other option,
Just to received so many disturbing attentions
Cause I know this is the only solution,
To make our story start up with the right position.

I hope you already know how hard my situation
I know there’s a gap in our correlation,
I know we will end up with no definition
Because of the difficulty in our affection
Yes, I want death with no confusion
Since, that’s the only thing who can make
Our story in no frustrations
Right Decisions,
And go back to introduction


Please help me death,
Please help me to go underneath,
Now I can forcibly cut my breath.
And now I can leave earth.
©aphoticblue
 Apr 2017 R Arora
Phantom Poet
The door is partly open,
Smell of cigarette in the air,
Lying around crushed can,
Not a living soul present there,
The TV displays static,
The sound a blare,
It lights the room monochromatic,
Heavy pressure in the air,
A couch opposite the static,
In the seat a stain,
Next to it lying open,
A book by Mark Twain,
Lots of unopened letters by the door,
Old newspapers scattered on the floor,
The walls are cracked,
Water seepage,
The fan is creaking,
Swinging but not spinning,
Tied to the fan a rope,
At the noose a head,
Messy hair Stubby beard,
A soul who lost hope,
His feet off the ground,
And next to him,
On the floor,
A bent over,
Wooden chair,
No movement in the room,
To disturb the air,
And hangth there,
A man who tried to reach,
The toppled chair.
Wrote this in a messed up state of mind at 1:00am
People say I don't have a heart
Because movies don't make cry
But just you show me
People being kind
And it will tear me apart.
 Apr 2017 R Arora
Dasha
Silence
 Apr 2017 R Arora
Dasha
Things are told sometimes in silence,
They are told sometimes through eyes.
When I stand I search for balance,
Eyes are dry from when one cries.

Words are useless, just like phrases,
Just like any complex speech.
Follow up from morning races,
One left speechless, let's not preach.

Silence, simply song for deaf,
Crazy melody for soul.
He was sane and now he left,
He was only playing role.

Silence will one day collapse..
Rooms... are quite from before....
Mouth sealed with sticky wax.
Silence, thing, that I adore.
 Apr 2017 R Arora
Pagan Paul
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If you happen to find a poet
hiding shyly beneath a stone.
Gently put him in your pocket
and carry him safely home.

Show him love and kindness,
take time to get to know him.
And if you smile so sweetly
he will gladly pen you a poem.

For if you hold his real value,
and recognise his true worth.
He'll look deep into your soul,
to give you the sun, moon and earth.

© Pagan Paul (05/04/17)
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Some people know the cost of everything and the value of nothing.
PPx
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 Apr 2017 R Arora
chris
+ = -
 Apr 2017 R Arora
chris
you + me
i thought
we would
stay together
for infinity

i felt like
i was in
my prime

but you
subtracted
me from
your life
i guess you wanted something < than me

(greater)
 Apr 2017 R Arora
Jack Jenkins
I would rather have your heart for just one day
                                  than have a million diamonds and waste away
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