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 Feb 2016 Annie
Seth Milliman
I am but lost time in a lifetime,
Small movements disappearing in washed sand.
I can no longer bear this breathing,
Like needles upon the lungs.
Nothing ventured nothing changed,
The fire within dwindling to but a spark.
Shapeless in a crooked shaped world,
I am but lost time.
As far as I can see,
Is life but a memory?
Or a dream?
 Feb 2016 Annie
Madison
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 Feb 2016 Annie
Madison
my best songs were about you
full of pure honesty and hopeless desperation
they were written in minor keys
on lonesome days when I needed you most
 Feb 2016 Annie
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 Feb 2016 Annie
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I keep silent until I no longer have the patience for it
Wind walks wild -
there is no end and no beginning,
only movement:
the great big arms of a mother
on a sea of waterfall foam -
cold embrace that
can't be returned.

We shine with heat
that only certain beasts
will see -
we are a strong, wet candle
that does not gutter
so long as our rivers
of tears
are kept within.

Only a broken heart
feels the shiver in a wind's embrace.
Only a shattered mind
feels blown apart in the breeze.
 Oct 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
Remember how we all used to sit together for the dinner?
Tasted it equally whenever life offered something bitter
Well, I don't remember this, as it all never happened,
As the time passed, things got worse instead of getting better
The pain of each member here is individual,
No one knows how we can defeat the odds by sticking together
Elders have their own standards,
They don't let the young ones fly and cut their feathers
Ego burns within the hearts,
There is no respect and love; that matters
So, tell me how can someone find peace and comfort,
When the family gets scattered
 Sep 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
Have a seat pal and watch sunset with me
This time of the day tells a lot of  stories as you see
I am not going to talk about the gloomy side of it
So don't think this is how our conversation is going to be
Listen to the songs birds sing as they fly home
No boundaries and check points for them, the sky is free
I wonder if you want to know what I believe
Honey is sweet because of the love of the flower for bee
Beauty comes in all forms
like a garden full of green trees
But this sky will turn red as the sun leaves
And you'll leave too since you've finished your cup of tea
Drinking a cup of tea while sitting beside my window and watching how beautiful nature really is. I wish I could describe it beautifully.
 Sep 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
Have you ever heard the sound of dreams shattering?
Have you ever heard a person silently screaming?
I know you haven't felt that way
When it all comes to an end
And you don't know where to go
It seems like a nightmare
But that's actually happening
Lost the race
Lost the game
No less than losing life
That's what happens when
And imperfect soul experiences a broken dream
Steel blades cut lush blades
Their air-borne juices recall
Energy of squirrels

Leaping fur wraps muscle; mind;
Full presence; lush unknowing.
I've started reading the tanka poems of Saigyō, translated by Burton Watson. They are beautiful indeed.
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