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 Apr 2015 arham
Love
Always
 Apr 2015 arham
Love
Cant you see
After all this time
That its you I've been in love with...
Always.
 Apr 2015 arham
Nirmalee
6w
 Apr 2015 arham
Nirmalee
6w
Many read
          Some comprehend
       Few feel.
 Apr 2015 arham
Nirmalee
Immortal
 Apr 2015 arham
Nirmalee
People die.
But their stories live on in the hearts of those
who had loved them.
Like the fire which has burned out.
But the ashes still remaining.

The memories wiped out
after years pass by,
Like the ashes swept
Away by the wind.

Yet the trees, the sky, the sun,
They all remain witness
to the life that was once lived
to the laughter and tears it shed.

Immortal therefore to nature,
Is the fickle human soul,
It lives on forever,
Witnessed by the sun, moon and stars-though ages may roll.
 Apr 2015 arham
Cat Thomas
As a child we see light in darkness
And all pain seems so mild
We haven’t yet built our fortress
Why would the moon need walls ?
Are the stars mean?
As a child we cry each time we fall
Because its all the pain we've seen
But as we grow older
We become numb
Our hearts seem to grow colder
We were life’s rising moon
But now
We’re just the dark sky
 Apr 2015 arham
Cat Thomas
My beautiful lies,
hidden behind my tired eyes.
I'm exhausted.
I'm numb.
I'm frustrated.
I guess you've won.
They look at my smile,
but not at my eyes.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
I'm stuck in my youth.
They can't hear my cries.
I need to grow up,
and dry my eyes.
They look at my arms,
but not at my thighs.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
Forget the truth.
All you speak is lies.
 Mar 2015 arham
Ahmed Usman
Seasons fade
into the years
a pen ablaze
with poet’s tears

A young boy
must be a man
to please the one
he never can

A girl in pain
lamenting fate
her trickster gods
arrived too late

Everyone took
and no one gave
an empty race
to fill a grave

Hearts are broken
love’s a *****
start a party
throw a war

I fear that I
forgot to say
I love you
it’s too late today
No more tears
to write or cry
alone at night
still asking why
 Mar 2015 arham
Ahmed Usman
No one sees the ugly scars
sadly that is no one but you
I see the loveliness you are
and soon I hope you will too

All they taught you was a lie
but now it’s up to you alone
you’d be it if you believed it
and claimed it as your own  

Being beautiful is a choice
not some gift for us to give
don’t let lies hold you back
you’re alive it’s time to live
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