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Muyi Sep 2017
The cold and dismal darkness of the night is comforting to one such as i

The silence gives clarity to my otherwise blistering hot spirit

The elevation adds a sense of perspective to my thinking

The glistening and every shining light of the moon brings focus to my turbulent and dark soul

The absence of people feels pleasant despite the sensation of loneliness and alienation

I come to the catharsis and or epiphany that I am going to be alone forever and no matter how much I wish to live...I am already long dead

Is there anyone out there to share this abyss of a heart with?

Is this black and eternal flame only meant to serve as a joke or punishment for evil deeds unknown?

Or is it simply a reminder of the life and peace I once knew?

I have not the answers and soon, and as surly as the day shall return, I will lose interest in knowing...

I embrace death not only as a friend but as a piece of myself, for death is neutral, indifferent, and true, and though it may be cold and unemotional it is mine

I wish you as well as so many others before and after you were mine, but as a sly fox escaping a hunter's trap or a silent and deadly spider that disappears before anyone can swat it, my just dues eludes me

Can you feel my sorrow?

Can you ******* pain?

Have you gazed drunkenly into the darkness looking for a sign of deliverance or damnation?

Will you be the one to save me?

No you cannot...but the gesture would be most appreciated...

My spirit is broken, my mind is twisted, my soul is dead, and my body is soon to follow

All I have is this black fire, but nothing last forever...

I am in great pain, please help me...or not...at the moment I don't not care
Death is forever
  Jul 2017 Muyi
Rand
Dear depression
I'm writing to let you know
That I don't have anything else to give
You took away all my hope

What more do you want of me
The few breaths that I take?
They're not even for me I swear
I just don't want them to break
The ones who still care about me
Somehow you weren't able to push them away
I guess they're stronger than I'll ever be
But I don't want you to make them ache

Hurt me bruise me take my soul
But let my body here
For them , not me , I'm miserable at my best
But I can't let them live in fear

Dear depression
Please subside
We can live together
Just don't make me die
  Jul 2017 Muyi
medha
you and i
we'll move on
and forget all of this.

and maybe we'll even
find whatever it was that
we were looking for elsewhere.

and perhaps
we'll understand
why it ended the way it did.

but what we had
was precious and it'll
always exist somewhere.

in dying leaves and
the silences we shared
and maybe, the moon too.
  Jul 2017 Muyi
Nishu Mathur
Don't judge me by my looks
And don't read me by the books
I am brash and I am kind
I am hard to define.
I am bold. I am shy
I am grounded, but I fly
I love, and I give
I cradle, I forgive
Though soft I may feel
I am thunder, I am steel
I am smiles and I am laughter
I am happily ever after
I am tears and I am ache
I am a mess when I break
I hold tightly, but I know
When it's time to let go
I am dove, I am hawk
I am the rose and the rock
I am rain. I am sun
I am I. I am woman



Thank you all so much **
Dearest everyone, thank you so much for your likes, loves, reposts.  Thank you so much for all your wonderful and encouraging responses. This is a small,  simple poem and I wasn't certainly expecting all the attention it has received. I am grateful to all of you talented poets and readers. I am so happy that it was chosen as a daily - it's a wonderful feeling. Love to all.

I am also very thankful to Conrad Druger van den Bergh, an excellent poet and wonderful friend who inspired this x
  Jul 2017 Muyi
Shylah S
no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair

not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies

no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad

the ones with scars
a story to tell

I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day

a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed

vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold

I like ugly guys.
So go out there and be real, often we hide because we fear getting hurt. But in that fear we miss out on the world, we miss out on living, and worst of all, love. So even if we may get bruised, get to the lowest of the low, you'll one day stumble upon something that embraces you as you are, something that cherishes your ugliness unconditionally, something that inspires you to be better, whether that be a passion, a person, or something as simple as a smile. Is it really worth hiding if you miss on the chance to experience that?

Edit: I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read my work and am in disbelief a piece of mine chosen as the daily pick for the very first time! This community is amazing :)
Muyi Jul 2017
Sometimes I'm happy
Sometimes I'm sad
Sometimes I'm angry
Sometimes I'm glad
At times I'm up
At times  I'm down
Sometimes I smile
But mostly...I frown
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Help me I am in great pain
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