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 Nov 2018 Adam
Jayantee Khare

a midnight,
dark and dreary...

the soul,
weak and weary...

the eyes,
tired and teary...

the heartbroken,
pens the poetry......


A wordplay
I reached for the stars,
And I think I may have reached too far.
The stars, they blistered and scorched my hands,
While I was just trying to understand
Of why in the first place I was there;
Up in space throwing a glare
at the moon.

The moon who shun a godly, divine light,
And at night
Who was so bright, white,
And elegant.
Space who was dark, and as dim as my soul:
The colour of ash and coal.
I was just trying to obtain a stupid goal
That I had.

And the moon was white, and the space was black.
The stars were gold and I had my back
Towards the earth.
But the gold stars and the white moon were not all that
When they brought down an evil wrath
On me.
So the sun, who I actually feared,
Cradled and held me near.
Rocked me from side to side and called me dear.
Circled the earth and formed a year
To teach me that looks can be deceiving,
Misleading,
And can lead to infinte internall bleeding.
[yes, ik that the sun does not circle the earth, but it went w/ the poem so **** :)]
 Nov 2018 Adam
Gods1son
Letting go
 Nov 2018 Adam
Gods1son
I had to allow some things go away
For better things to come my way
I (almost) cried for some things that I had to give
But the pain is nothing compared to what I received
Letting go creates room for more to come
Giving is like a seed planted
that becomes fruits to be harvested
It's only in the dictionary where
Reward comes before sacrifice!

— The End —