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 Jul 2016 complexify
jimmer
I am strong.
That's what others say of me.

But its not true.
I'm only strong for those I love.
I don't let them see me broken.
I hold my composure
Act as if everything will be okay

But when I'm alone at night,
That's when I become weak.
I am as fragile as life.
I shed countless tears,
My body trembles in agony,
Air escapes my lungs as I hyperventilate,
Until I finally pass out.

As I sleep,
Nightmares torment me,
They eat me alive
Until I wake up
with a tear stained pillowcase.

I am not strong.
The people I love,
They make me strong.
 Jul 2016 complexify
Sapien
Ever wondered how unpredictable life is? You never know whats gonna happen next. Maybe just after reading this you get a lottery ticket or loose your stock market shares, Maybe your crush will reply to your text the next minute or you will get into a fight with the person you love. Someone may get his dream job and maybe someone will loose his.
In one corner of the world a baby will be born where everyone will be engaged in making him laugh and somewhere a mother will be mourning for loosing her kid.
You don't know whether you are going to survive next minute or not so how can you even sacrifice your present for future?
Each and every minute is precious and important. Live every second of your life because now you must know how unpredictable is your life and be thankful for what you have
Aren’t we all atheists until
We utterly believe in ourselves?

-Eunice Adewole
Your fingers of mesmer
Trace patterns on me,
Your words are the pavement;
Your eyes are the sea

Treading in words
That flood to the brink;
Your presence, my muse
Your essence, my ink.
(The unwavering time/When you hold my gaze/Keeps minutes, sublime -/Internal caches).



All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
They knew their falling would come. Said, "Stead fast may we fall. For our legs may lie short but out heart will show tall."
Our lifes are but fleeting moments, captured in the essence of our senses, we can remember the breeze on our skin, the smell in the air, birds chirping, these moments are all but here
 Jul 2016 complexify
ri
the city is dark, dreary, and dismal
there's no escape from the seemingly never ending cycle
of vicious men committing acts so brutal
every day it gets more abysmal

the sun doesn't shine much like it used to
clouds of hatred and malcontent overcasting it’s rays
fear and anger cloud the skies
an uncontrollable rain is soon to break through

but sometimes a light breaks through the night
pure and bright and keeping you safe
arms wrap around you and hold you close
maybe you could win this fight.
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