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 Jan 2015 Deenah
Sam Ciel
Death sits quietly on my old front lawn,
Waiting and watching, for me to be gone.
He knows some day that I will leave my home
Whence he can claim it for his very own.

My house will be his, and freedom be mine,
released from all  material confines.
I'll step outside, and for the first time, breathe.
He'll step right in, and in anger he'll seethe.

The tables are empty, the rooms all bare.
I'll have left him nothing, everywhere.
I tore down all the remnants of my life
For it is time to rebuild o'er my strife.

My house in ruin, debt to Death repaid
Cobble by cobble, my new Life is laid.
I don't know what inspired this. Forgive my temporary hiatus everyone. I hope you enjoy.

Thank you everyone for the overwhelmingly positive attention this piece is getting :)
©Sam Ciel
 Jan 2015 Deenah
Shruti Atri
There is a blackness in my heart,
This blackness is complete.

Don't fret, in the light, the blackness is forfeit.

There is a blackness in my heart,
Do not enter! My blackness will lead you astray.

I'm already here love, my light will not betray.

There is a blackness in my heart,
In this blackness, you and I will fall.

I will fight off your blackness, together we'll stand tall.

There is a blackness in my heart,
I can feel it's need to consume me.

Don't give up yet--
Our battle will end, we will walk free.


There is a blackness in my heart,
In my blackness, your light dwindles, low.

Your blackness--
Yes, I understand now, 'we reap what we sow'.


There is a blackness in my heart,
This blackness, I've lost all I found in the way.

In this blackness, I will stay...
With you by my side, *
we fight another day!
Leaping into the unknown, with hope and courage as your companions...they're all the help you need...
 Jan 2015 Deenah
ThePoet
Your eyes are
my weakness
Your scent is
my proneness

Your lips are
my vulnerability
Your hair is
my susceptibility

Your voice is
my instability
Your touch is
my humility

Your lust is
my inferiority
Your love is
my superiority

©
 Jan 2015 Deenah
ryn
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      I hope you know
how much happiness    
you bring into my life...      
              When all hope
           seem to have failed,
                       you were there
               keeping me alive...
    I'm so grateful for what
     you have added to me...
              I couldn't have asked
                     for a better friend,
             to help open my eyes
          so I could finally see...


My days            
were filled with
tearful gazes.
Eyes drifted
away            
    to far off places.
But today        
            the sun brought out
            the green in mine,
A promise
of a future...
                   In my heart does shine.


                 You and me
                   together...
         Hand in hand
anything is possible...
                      This is only
                             a bump
                     in the road.
                  With you
here next to me,
             nothing
       is impossible...


Together...                
We could leap
into            
        tomorrow's rays.
Without care,
fear                      
nor                          
concern...            
We now rule
the fate      
of our days.
With...          
           Sceptres in hand
and        
                 flames in our hearts
that burn.



Cat aka catbrd
*ryn
.
Our second collaboration...
A big thank you to Cat for her fantastic verses! Her talent, honesty and heart made it so easy for this piece to come together. Here's to you Cat! Applause!
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 Jan 2015 Deenah
Ember Evanescent
Okay, you two. I want you to say sorry.
Now that she has said sorry, you have to say: That's okay.
There. Now it's all better.

**here is the problem with that, from a very young age, children are taught to simply SAY sorry, and not actually find remorse in themselves, they just say it whether they mean it or not, and they think there is no difference. The other problem: Even if you ARE sorry, not all things you do can be undone. Not everything IS "okay" now that you are sorry. Some things are unforgivable. It can't always be "all better".
just something from my childhood that my parents always had us say when there was a fight
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