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 Jul 2020 s
betterdays
how?
 Jul 2020 s
betterdays
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                                    how is it?
you only live once.
but you can die,
a thousand deaths.


                                    how is it?
i can be blinded,
by your beauty.
but beauty is
in the eye,
of the beholder.


                                    how is it?
that i live,
only for you.
but i live,
to change the world.


                                    how is it?
love is a,
battlefield.
but love is,
life's refuge.


                                    how is it?
you loom large,
in my eyes.
but you make,
the big things,
seem small.


                                    how is it?
that to you,
i am a queen.
but to me,
i am love's
fool... lost.


                                    how is it?
history repeats,
itself.
but you are,
my first truelove.


                                         how....
*how...
 Jan 2020 s
Black Leaf
Tired
 Jan 2020 s
Black Leaf
I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
 Jan 2019 s
pk tunuri
Let Go
 Jan 2019 s
pk tunuri
Let go your ego's, even if it's tough
Let's just say, that time was rough

Don't break the trust again by playing bluff
End this now, I guess it's enough

It's time to clean up the mess
How long will you take to confess

I'll expect nothing more from you
I know things won’t be same, as I expect to

Still, try & let go your ego's, even if it's tough
Let's just say, that time was rough
Let going your ego might be the toughest part of our lives. But, trust me it's the easiest way to move on.
 Sep 2018 s
Silverflame
Hello Poetry
 Sep 2018 s
Silverflame
As a child, I said hello to poetry;
but I did not know that it would
become my ultimate adult therapy.
 Sep 2018 s
eF
Yourself.
 Sep 2018 s
eF
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
 Sep 2018 s
nang
Why Won't You Stay?
 Sep 2018 s
nang
I want you to stay.
But why are you running away?
 Sep 2018 s
s
koko ni (here)
 Sep 2018 s
s
the place I belong
is submerged in your essence;
found and deep within
Waiting to dedicate this to someone
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