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  May 2017 alexia maragh
Polar
I see beauty in dark places
Like diamonds in a mine
Some gems are rough,
In need of polish
But I hate to see waste
And find potential in all
Some sparkle where, in others,
Elegance may be understated
Personally I like those best
The most valuable treasures in life
Are often those which were hardest to find
Who says,
Sun is for half a day?
The same flame burns within us,
And also hopes, as a ray!

Who says,
Darkness is only in the nights?
It is Between the right and wrong,
For Which the human fights!

Who says,
Fast is only the storm?
It's also that last bencher's brain,
Who doesn't play a scholar's form!

Who says,
Sizzles are only in the fire on stack?
It is the one who seeks revenge when betrayal hit his back !

Who says,
Only clouds could favour?
Humble souls help some,
Whom even the gods call braver!

Who says
We're just humans who grieve?
We are the weeping angels,
And also smirking devils in whom they believe!
Words mumbled.
Thoughts kept secret.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine, I scream
under muffled breath.
Someday
I'll get some sleep,
maybe when I'm dead.
But for now
I'm just stuck
in my own head.
  May 2017 alexia maragh
Saoirse
You speak in your writing
spreading hate through those very words
killing hope with comments
and making poetry your foe

You put out the flame of love
within your icy words
created here on this public site
for all to see, but only some will know
and cherish the we say and flow
across the page in sweeps of meaning

Even few words hold more meaning
than the meaning of meaning, you say you know

Stop making her life a hell to be in
and start making a compassionate place to write in
we luv ya bryn don't get upset at a few stupid hate comments :)l

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