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 May 2014
Amitav Radiance
She sits at the loom
Weaving the fabric
Interwoven with dreams
The threads of trust and surrender
It’s an intimate mesh of finery
The colors of passion dyeing it
To hues of crimson, from the blushes
Of the maiden weaving her dreams
Intricate designs adorn the taffeta
With the future of love and togetherness
The bonding of a strong fabric of Love
To drape them over their bare bodies
Together, gazing at the starry skies
As they descend to adorn the drape
Shimmering with the passion of Love
The maiden and her lover, has woven a drape
Celebrating their togetherness
For Love has bonded them with fabric of Love
A drape so intricate and warm
For Love shall always be draped, till eternity




© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014
Poetic T
I used to breath you in, it
was like rose petals on my
senses, I could taste you from
morning till night.

But time passed and the petals
rotted in my mouth, i was
finding it hard to breath till
I didn't taste you there was just
a bitter after taste, and I suffocated
when you were near, no longer
able to breath.

You were under my skin i
could feel the warmth within,
you were on me, I felt you after
you were gone, till the next time
I felt it again.

Then I started to itch it spread
from my heart a rash to the
mind it brought the fire inside
cold like a winter was raging
side. I couldn't stand your touch,
it was like razor wire across my
skin.

We once were as one, we breathed,
we were like peas in a pod, but now
there no us that time was then and
this is how it has become, we loved
each other but some times love is
not enough..
 May 2014
furies
My life
is made up of
interesting lives.
People that seem
to always be in
motion, doing
and experiencing life
and all that it offers.
I merely sit and observe
from behind the railings,
Yearning to join in,
But having not the courage
That would be needed to
Step away from my life
Into the one I wish I had.
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
I realized the only place I was looking for beauty was in the mirror
I looked in my heart and saw I was ugly there too
I saw something just as bad in my heart
**A mirror...
 May 2014
Denisse
We are all not sure about everything in our life
Today might be okay but tomorrow has no assurance
Some will stay and some will go away
You can do what you want, you can be productive, fool, pretty, smart or stay being the same.

Every minute of our life is a matter of reason
Others may use it wisely and willing to catch bullets
Some will let the opportunities to past to prevent aches
Well, that's life! We are living in world with different opinion.

If you are new in this game, try everything that's good for you
If you are afraid, take the risk, who knows?
If you are pressured, take it easy! Stay clam.
If you are exhausted, give your self a break.
This poem is not literally for life starters only, it is for every one who's losing their way, who's forgetting their purpose in life. Live life to the fullest, it's too short to be wasted on doing things that's not good for your soul.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Tounderstandawordonemustbethemselvesandletthestoryflowwithwhatisw­rittenasitcanbeconfusingifnotseperatedandmadetobealongsentence
that is hard to read.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I died
young,
But I lived
a long Memorable life..
It doesn't matter how short the life, is its what we do with it
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
I find that everyday's dull and grey
And I'm left to rediscover it on my own
I wake up to see the same display that I can't get rid of
I've come to see that one day everything dies
I've come to see that everyone lies
i've come to see that people just survive, and try to love to stay alive
Some just try to stay together and not fall a part
Nothing matters
Everything matters
With so little time
With so little space
Everything matters
And yet
Nothing does
Nothing matters to me but writing
Being mortal, having achievements does matter
Cause after you're dead those are the things you're remembered for
Being immortal, you have all the time in the world
up until the world ends that is (which isn't that far away in my belief)

But I am mortal
I want to be a writer to show people my age and younger that language is beautiful and is still alive
And to keep it alive!!

I may find that one day people will be too far gone and I may be in heaven or hell
*I am forsaken
hmmmmm
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