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She knows what she's doing
She's in love
But she can't tell
Cause everyone seems don't like the idea
Of her being in a commitment
If only life is that easy.
If only life is not that hard.
If only life is full of happiness.
If only people weren't judging.
If only there's no harm.
If only there's no crime.
If only people are considerate.
If only people is understanding.
If only people are good.
If only people are sensitive.
If only my life is no sadness.
If only if's were true.
If only people don't lie.
If only they understand me.
If only they care for me.
If only they love me.
If only my life is happy.
If only they understand life.
If only life is not irritating.
If only I am happy.
If only we are happy.
If only my family are happy.
If only ******* and ******* don't exist.
If only liars don't exist.
If only people understand each other.
If only my life is easy.
If only i didn't exist.
Their life will be easy, full of happiness, understanding and care.
If only I die.
If only you know how hard my life is.
I'm not trying to be selfish.
I'm just saying my side.
I love my creator but I hate my life,
I hate problems,
I hate pretending to be fine,
I hate forcing laughter,
I hate faking smiles.
I hate everything.
I must have continue my pretending after this.
Early in its life, this grand old tree
decided to grow in opposite directions at once.

Not exactly conducive to longevity
my beautiful, leafy friend.

I know.

You have seen many of us,
also our marriages, our families
trying to do the same, impossible thing.

Inevitably, the weight of years, the pull of gravity
splits us down the middle, leaving us with a fatal wound,
like this one of yours, old friend.

Recent, rogue storms,
torquing you with gale force winds,
have opened fresh, damaging splits.

Even your own generous embrace of the sky
has left you open to disease where you are weakest,
as are we, dear friend, who have stood in your shade
imagining you destined for a venerable old age.

It is not to be, not this time.

Already, limbs are being cut down to lessen the risk
to the neighbor's roof, and to the skulls of passing pedestrians.

Enough of you will be left,
as the chilly nights come on,
for you to blaze out
in generous, leafy glory,
one last time.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015 Chirayu Writer
Urmila
You are,
Someone's uncle, someone's son, someone's brother, someone's friend,
I admire the dynamics of all that you are,
But all I want,
Is a glimpse,
Of that what you are,
**For you
 Sep 2015 Chirayu Writer
Urmila
****** upon you, my love
My love - you did not ask for it,
You did not want it,
Though, perhaps,
You did need it,
You did not accept it,
You wanted it to die,
You needed it to survive,
But you did not see,
My love had just one destination,
Denied of its destiny
- it got lost
Nights, we take the boat out
paddle our way green through water
swum by inlet waves, full moon apace
shadowy, ancient tribal faced
lose all trace of the shore, black
but for phosphorescence
glowing, trailing from the oars
a haunting ghostly art
green and breathing, disappearing
back into darkness, swallowed
by black water, by night
strange this death,
this rebirth and breath
felt in each and every moment.
I need some happy poetry
I'm tired of sadness
I'm tired of not seeing the sun
And the bright side of things

I need some happy songs
I've been lost for too long
I need to find myself now
No time to get stuck in the past

I'm more than what
Never let me smile
I'm tired of this charade
I'm tired of being cold

I want to get lost gazing
At the possibilities in the stars
Not at their fateful destruction
Not at their fall to nothing

I needed some happiness
For some time now
Because I broke the chain
That dragged me down
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