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 Aug 2018 Ryan Holden
Seema
Blessing
 Aug 2018 Ryan Holden
Seema
If God has a way of doing things right...
Then why we blame each other, day and night...
Life is beautiful and meant for living...
Then why you say its not worth believing...
We have many differences that we've seen with time...
Then why we fuss and feel that I've committed a crime...
I stood up in every work you confronted...
But it seems like it was all taken for granted...
You may feel that despite your petty deeds...
I fulfilled every of your hopeless needs...
Don't be too assured of your lame instincts...
For I know how it feels like when word stings...
Too bad I had to let you go without cursing...
For God will do his best and deliver his blessings!


©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
 Aug 2018 Ryan Holden
Lyn-Purcell
They're a frozen sun;  a
light that lives in
photos
Ever looked at someone's photo and felt their light, even though they are gone?
I wish you were the night
And I were the day,
To ever dim my light
And fade into timeless beauty.

Yet,

I wish you were the day
And I were the night
To ever roll down and stray
Into the warmth of thy light.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Jumeirah, Dubai. 21st.Feb.2018.
#To she who shall never read it.
 Aug 2018 Ryan Holden
Loveless
'It's dark in here'
'Its sacred there'
'Stop'
'I ain't stopping'
'Turn back'
"I have no intention to'
'Don't come any closer'
'I'll come'
'Its a warning'
'I heard it'
'I'm dangerous'
'I know it'
'Aren't you scared?'
'My shaking won't stop'
'I'll ruin you'
'Ruin me then'
'I'll break you'
'Break me then'
'I'll tear you to shreds'
'I'm all ready'
'Leave me be'
'I can't, I won't'
'Why are you stubborn?'
'Let me come over'
'I don't wanna hurt you'
'Take my hand and pull me'
'I don't have a heart'
'Have mine'
"My soul's rotten too'
'Mine is here for you'
'Why are you doing this?'
'I have been there, long ago"
'Were you?'
'But not as deep as you'
When you fall, you don't need someone to give you a hand from outside. You don't need comforting words or idealistic thoughts. You don't need to be told to stay strong.
Sorrow sits at the head of the table
eyes downcast and mouth pinched
Strife is to her left, seething
fork clutched like a dagger
Agony remains at the right
silent as a heartbreak
Greed and Grief, the twins
parallel and smirking over their plates
Triumph faces Sorrow
sinking into her chair, wretched and low
Peace is in their centre
bleeding all over the cloth
apple in her broken mouth
They are having lamb for dinner
 Aug 2018 Ryan Holden
Pagan Paul
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A whirlwind of stagnant breeze
disturbs the warmest stillness.
Solar rays shimmer and coalesce
forming images of the Summer Girl.

Fragrant scents in light colours
float gently from her hair.
Flowers laced with golden thread
adorning her head like a wreath.

Chasing the shadows of clouds
across the heat haze so strange.
Her body lithe and newly alive
darting and flitting dragonfly style.

Arriving at the painting of the dawn
and here to nurse the day.
Leaving at the doom of sunset,
wisping images of the Summer Girl.



©Pagan Paul (07/06/14).
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