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 Nov 2014 Dawn of Lighten
Zoe
Autumn sunrises
Color in the sky and trees
Is so wonderful.

...
Tea time is not how it used to be,—
full of gaiety and life.
Only now, it's full of woe,
and tears drip into my cup.
One day, perhaps soon,
all alone, tea time shall return again—
to being a cheerful occasion.
I go on thinking what tea time could have been like.

-M.H.-
 Nov 2014 Dawn of Lighten
Erenn
Tonight,
It feels calm yet perturbed
Carrying this weight of regret
Fills my heart with malevolent beats of distress
Pumping motions of prying blood
Purple tint stains as it cuts
Screaming in pain but to no avail
Help is not needed but weary the mind
'"You’ll seek what you’ll find
Beneath the shadows of imminent time.”'


Tonight,
Verged with desire
To seek the forgotten light
Above the skies and among the stars
Hidden within this immense universe
Waiting as it pours
To the ground with glinting flames
For when I will get better
I will turn all this mess
Into beautiful shades of existence
Prior to what has held to evade norms
To change what was lost
To be claimed and found.

Tonight,
To feel what is certain
Yet leading to disappointment
Crying in vain to appease regret’s misery
I believe in fate
To a whole new life’s beginning
Displeasing life to graze within its end
Without it,
It has no meaning.

Tonight,
The love we were once hurt to prevail
Learning to love and be loved again
And live in happiness until forever ends.



Erennwrites
Everynight you'll have these thoughts that will haunt you till morning.
Insomnia. Let it rest.
Overcome it.
You are better than this!
You deserve every tinge of happiness in your dreams when you sleep.
So sleep and when you wake up,
Learn to love yourself again.
My wrists will never have scars
for they will never be chained
I will always be able to fly
with my wings of fire
no one will put me out
I will not let them
for I am free
My soul is stubborn and my will is strong
I'm not one to be told what to do or how to act
I fight for love and I fight for truth
I will protect the weak
against those who are filled with hate
I will stand for a reason
and open eyes
and I will always be me
for I am free
I'm not so sure about this one.... **Faded Fate**
Where else can a poet stay
a secret space in his poetry
The best get away
Hidden from this crude ugly world
In the name of creativity
Be comfortable with words of arts

A poet hides in a metaphor
Unveiled the untold...
Unapologetically figurative...
Being complacent in his secrecy...
In making each stands

The beauty of poetries....
The poet  bets his fortune
In each magical words
In every stanza.......
His breath...
His life...
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