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 Apr 2015
devante moore
Her
How could he know he would fall for her
Love was but a joke he would tell to her
She had him aim so high
She was a star to him
So he tried to kiss the sky
How could he know she would capture his heart
She put it on a pedestal
For him to see
In her hand she held the key
How could he know she would be a trickster and deceitful
How could he know she would toy with his ventricles
All it did was beat for her
Her eyes gave him nightmares
Fire rages behind them
But hidden amongst the blue
Drove by her insecurities
Made her feel full of impurities
She used him as a cure
Told him things so he would stay
Swayed his emotions with a kiss
Had him under her thumbs
She was good at what she did
And if he ever did leave her
She would have another guy to comfort her
 Apr 2015
Dr Zik
If you need to go beyond
And don’t want to play a game
You need not to walk or fun
Tool or trick or tact or fame

If no plan; you have at all
Talking about he or she
Any season or snow fall
Fly to have it like a bee

If your goal is miles so far
You have no food, fish or fin
No matter plane, train or car
Face no trip through thick or thin

Go with care be determined
And you have to see your past
You have your inner! You find
You will be succeed at last
 Apr 2015
Dr Zik
Moon needs not to conceal its scars
It grasps its own scars and light from the warmth sun
And instead of fading
it brightens more than ever!
When I found myself not able to behave like sun
I decided to surrender
And started reflecting light like moon.
 Apr 2015
Dr Zik
I have been caring for gems
But knowledge have been caring for me
 Apr 2015
Dr Zik
Heart cannot be purchased
As currency is matter of no use
Only one can succeed
Who deals in barter system!
Dr Zik's poems
 Apr 2015
Dr Zik
Those!
Who weep in the darkness of night
and struggle to achieve goodness
They smile in the day light in return
And Those!
Who smile and enjoy in the darkness of night
without struggling for the future
They weep in the day light
It’s the return of their deed
 Apr 2015
Rhianecdote
You can keep your obligation
You can keep your guilt
Neither are worthy motivation
To clean up what you spilt

Carve them into your
Swords ******* hilt
For the next sucker to swallow
Under the pretense of **help
Sometimes I feel someone with a conscience is actually worse because they knew full well that they were doing wrong, even cared that they were and yet they did it any way.
This is what's hard to forgive and this is what's hard to forget.
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