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Underneath a crushing moonlit
Roses are dancing in a glow garden
Cram of comeliness whispering through my pensive
Applaud an agitating mind of dragging love
That submerging under a poetic passion
A wild **** of beauty wishing to crave a romance
Stressing on mind that makes
Bubbles of emotions simultaneously,
Touching and filling the empty dreams
That essence of heaven creating the melody of divine music
Passing through the poet's nose and nails
Deep ache  popping at the heart and stone
There render of love conceiving to catch a **** of heaven
A tangible gaiety that creates so surprising illusion
The glimmer chords becoming to splash
The utmost inflames growing to outburst,
Bursts into the fire of gaiety--
Psyche pouring a fathomless passion till the twilight
Where there I am dancing alone with my shadow,
Ah! my Love--
Oh! my Love ----
What a Crushing Moonlit!!  
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
underneath the crushing moonlit: the beauty makes a divine melody
 Nov 2014 Bloomie Scott
chimaera
Life walks by
and in a useless longing
I dive into the crowdy time.

Then, unexpectedly,
a chord fills my mind,
words arise together
sieging me in opacity,

in a growing uneasiness
of a mouth full of marbles
that finally fall
with a heart rythm
as omen stones of a sybil voice.

[14.11.14]
* poem inspired by "When you write", by Pradip Chattopadhyay: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/942224/when-you-write/
 Nov 2014 Bloomie Scott
Chance
Doors
 Nov 2014 Bloomie Scott
Chance
Like king Midas
Everything i touch dies
When it appears to turn to gold
So take your hand in mine
And lead me down this lonely road
So take your hand in mine
And leave me all alone
I can't control the direction that we go
Tie sails to our minds then let them flow
But my sail has nowhere to go
The strings aren't strong enough to hold
So they break
Along with my sanity
My own words float around my head like debris from a hurricane
Nothing is relative but pain
This world has made me change
This world has caused all of my emotions to rearrange
Behind doors i only have a few keys for
So i cross through them often
Treading harder each time
I drag mud and leaves from one to the other
Back and forth
I'll track the feelings back to the source
And **** it
Staring into it's eyes as it begs and pleads trying to make things right
I am ending this fight
It's getting harder to sleep each night
I often witness the start of daylight
Bask in the warmth
Transcending through my window
Where i end up I'll probably never know

I'm still not ready
 Nov 2014 Bloomie Scott
Jaimi M
I want to bury
myself under
these warm blankets,
and wrap myself in your
strong arms.
Help me forget the
rest of the world today;
I don't mind if you
steal my breath,
I'd rather you
have it anyways.
-JRM
It picked her up like a
helpless little leaf.
And didn't even mind
That she was really trying.
Selfish
Nature.

The room started spinning
Her mind went numb.
She felt nothing.
And she felt it everywhere.
Spinning.
Dizzy.
And then it stopped and she

F
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I bet you couldn't guess what inspired this poem!
Banter is but trifle...as anything less
than the sound of wind through wings;
all else is just breath past lips
to raise nothing more than a fading voice
to a wanting ear.
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