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I use the word* “love” *as a drug for my emptiness inside.
Celestial wayfarers of the night
Dancing damsels with the light
Fading phantoms at Phoebes’ sight
I thought I shall post a minusclue of a poem for a change !
 Nov 2016 Ntwari Poetry
anika
I haven't felt this alone in years
and it's not from the lack of people
Around me
It's from the lack of you

I disappeared with you
My soul left
When yours did
I am
Invisible without
I doubt I'll ever
be seen again

You are
What held me together
When I would
Cry on your lap
you would say things like
"as long as we are together
no one will shatter
your pretty little heart"

because I was your person
And you were mine
forgive me for not
Holding you that night
When your world
Was so shattered
I couldn't see through the glass

Forgive me for
not reminding you
I loved you
when we last talked
I just never knew darling
That to the light
You would walk .
my best friend killed herself. I don't know how to heal, or how to feel okay. or whole.
Midnight winter
drooped her
garden of roses.
Frozen petals
scattered through
the indifferent
wind as crystal
snowflakes are
swiftly drifting by.

So sister Moon
shed a single
tear of sorrow
- A silver droplet
fell from
heaven's sky.
Slipping and sliding
from pine needle
to pine needle.

And when brother Sun
spread his gold,
he saw a sparkle
in the snow.
Two red cherries
hanging alone,
Nightfall slowly comes.

She stared with delight
as it began to shine.
He gave her
the gift of life
to her garden
of one moonflower,
Blooming in infinite ways...
#PCOctober2016TheGiftofLife #Life #Love #Moon #Sun
It takes a very strong woman
to remain gentle!

By Lady R.F ©2015
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Just have a pretty soul and my life would be complete
To earn such a vessel is not too rare
Losing it with the rest of the fleet
Ships were them and you're the sea

See her soul before you discard of her
Owning it is not enough
Lush you want but the lust is rough
Emotions too tough so you avoid those stuff
Devotions to long so you pray when you're old
Through thick, only thick
Because your life was lived alone

A colourful soul is yours to attain
Feel her ecstasy...forget the pain
Feel her next to me, just feel and be
Learn more about the person before you let them go. There might be treasures in their souls
 Nov 2016 Ntwari Poetry
dye
the sky bled pastel;
the angels must be stabbing
each other again.
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