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Fear is a wine-red chartreuse window.
Holding within the fantasies and myths of ones mind, body, and soul.
Ever present, it stays with you your entire journey.
To gaze from afar, brings you closer to your destruction.
However, the best place to cast the stone that obliterates it's well being,
Is the place where few tread.
Your time is now to play the role of David.
Your Goliath is fear.
And your stone,
Is you.
 May 2014 cosmic poet
Harkaran
The Love is gone
We lost it again
In shapeless form
You knew me then
I know you still
Like raindrops rushing
To the windowsill
Our love is gushing
Like ****** wounds
It will dry out soon
We wear our pasts
Like secret masks
And talk in flicks
Of necks and wrists
We're finally done
And the love is gone
To be reborn
In shapeless form
To be held in scorn
Forever on and on
 May 2014 cosmic poet
Harkaran
Make that empty heart red
Don't leave it sad and grey
It takes one click you know
To make the rest of my day
BEGGING FOR LIKES
(not really, it rhymes)
 Apr 2014 cosmic poet
Miranda
There's this thing
where my heart should be.
It's cold as ice,
hard as stone,
and broken into millions of pieces,
as small as sand.

It's supposed to be
loving, compassionate,
and kind.
But instead it's
hateful, deceitful,
and selfish.

It should be vibrant,
filled with color,
from red to green,
from blue to orange.
Instead it's as black
as the darkest of nights.
 Apr 2014 cosmic poet
1487
Heartless
 Apr 2014 cosmic poet
1487
You can't fight
for a place
in his heart
if
he
doesn't
have
one
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely and disheartened I felt,
For a place called, "unknown."
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone?
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, "unknown."
Why do I feel resentment,
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, "unknown."
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, "unknown."
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, "unknown."
eloquently exercise my capacity for speech
shamelessly synchronize, my look, your look, at you, at me
blush to rise up from somewhere deep within
sight to see through the mirrors behind you're hidden
reflect a face, another face, just to hide your own
a sound, a sound you make, from deep inside your soul
it's music rising against a ragged breeze
a bluesy beauty - ragged sound - that brings me to my knees
your soul to mourn its lack of woe?
rejoice instead amidst royalty
want to know why i act heartless?
because i gave you my heart,
you crushed it and kept it.
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