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if you look inside Picasso's mind
there is no telling what you will find

he had no rules in which to break
in the take of chance along the way

as mocking birds sing foreign tunes
just outside of his blue room

painting all night in abstract
but isn't life a lot like that
-
i am lying on my bed,
and i've got nothing to do,
now grabbing this pen,
with my heart torn in two,
still wondering what to write,
thinking this can make things right,
all i can think is you in my mind,
but i'm wounded and blind.
Can't think of a title.
 Jan 2017 Bani Marathe
Emma
There was always an emptiness in me,
I could never describe why,
it felt as if there was a gaping hole
in my chest
where my heart was supposed to be
i never felt a pulse
yet i just felt blatantly
empty inside.
There was nothing that could
fill this anomalistic hole
not even love could close
the wound
and the feeling
of emptiness
where my heart was supposed to be.
Something i just came up with, represents loneliness or people who cant feel love or something
I'm the victim of my own
          actions
                    when you say you love me

I'm the enemy of my own
          heart
                    when you try to hold me

I'm the phantom of my own
          reality
                    when you dream about me

I'm the closed door of my own
          life
                    when you try to free me

I'm the past of my own
          future
                    when you decide to leave me
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
January 27th, 2017
 Jan 2017 Bani Marathe
Ovi-Odiete
THE POETRY SERIES

It is the poetry of little things that causes the earth to shred and shudder
The poetry of little things that ignites the greatest moments of bliss.
A smile from a little child,
A chuckle from a stranger.
The warmth of a knitted family
The entwining of old friends
The humming from the sea shores
The journey of the moonlight
The waves, the traveling waves
The Sea, the meandering sea
The Earth, the boundless earth
And the sweet song that nature sings.
These little things, garnered with the greatest love
Observed in silence
It is this poetry,
The poetry of little things that elicit the greatest happiness


Ovi Odiete© All right reserved
The poetry of little things..

Thank you all for the hearts and comments for this little poem of mine being picked as my SECOND DAILY
I can't thank you enough
May your rough road be smooth
 Jan 2017 Bani Marathe
S Layaan
Running away from her feelings
Don't want no hurt
Don't want inspiration
They only subvert
Her poor fragile heart
She gives her all
Gets smithereens in return
Don't want no broken dreams
Don't want empty hopes
Don't want those sleepless nights
It's a periscope
Couldn't see it before
Now she knows
She's a shell of the old her
No signs of reverting
Built walls around her heart so high,
The heavens are confronting
It's comforting
This deserting
Feeling of the heart
No one's gonna break me
She says asserting
No one's gonna hurt me
Her lips reverberating
Eyes full of misery
Her loneliness shines through
Captivating silver eyes
Moist with morning dew
Or are those tears?
Taking a hue
Of molten silver
Or the dark stormy nights
They've witnessed all along
When they all eschewed
When they all ran away
Well, adieu
They don't deserve her anyway
Don't deserve her beautiful soul
Don't deserve her unconditional love
Or the compassion she holds
Her blinding bright smile
Or the twinkle of her eyes
The softness of her lips
She exists to mesmerize
So, adieu
Because she's a fighter
An igniter
Of the passion he holds
Adieu
He says thankyou
Because she's a queen
And all his to love
Oh if you only knew.

~S.L.
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