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 Feb 2017 Crimsyy
Demonatachick
You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.

             
                    I can remember:

                Tears that I have shed.

                 Lies that I have said.

                 Pain I have inflicted.

              Oh how I feel conflicted.


But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.
No sleep = creativity, how does that work?
Oml this made the daily poem, thank you so much everyone!!
 Feb 2017 Crimsyy
Ramin Ara
Cement
 Feb 2017 Crimsyy
Ramin Ara
Silence
Is
Cement
Between
Words






,,,
Iran


زخم سی زیف های زمان بر دوش اش
نجوای هزار پرومته در گوش اش
افتاده به روی استوای بی داد
تنهائی هفت هزاره در آغوش اش
Roses* are Red
Violets* are Blue
Valentines is Dead
ever since I lost **you.
 Feb 2017 Crimsyy
Ramin Ara
phoenix
 Feb 2017 Crimsyy
Ramin Ara
Hope
Rises
Like
A
Phoenix
From
  The
Ashes
Of
Shattered
Dreams
 Feb 2017 Crimsyy
storm siren
The thing about being a poet,
Is that I drink so my thoughts become whole,
Not fruitless worries
And anxious ramblings.

The thing about being a poet,
Is that I find beauty in the most gruesome
Of circumstance.

The thing about being a poet,
Is that I'm most likely unstable,
And my emotions are extremely unsound.

I have an addiction to feeling, to rmotion, the way other artists are addicted to drugs, or alcohol,  or ***.

I crave love and I crave honesty. Admiration and trust. Loyalty and stimulation.  Dedication and, of course, the aching pain that reminds me I am alive.

I need to know I am alive.

So, the thing about being a poet,
Is that I write
So I may
Live.
 Feb 2017 Crimsyy
Poetria
The forces of attraction
can only be explained in
this chemical disarray of
hormonal derangement.

Attracted to intellect,
turned on by clever words;
it's only natural, every now and then,
*attraction tends to burn.
When someone asked me what I was attracted to in a person, I replied with something along these lines.
 Jan 2017 Crimsyy
storm siren
If I were colder
I would be bolder
And if I were stronger
It would take longer
To break me apart.

But I am
Who I am
And I'd rather be me
Than anyone else.

For the friends that hold
My heart
Don't know of the part
They play
That keeps the darkness
At bay.

And my light
My love
Knows that I am his
And that he is mine,
And in time
I will be whole and healed.
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