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 Aug 2014 Deovrat Sharma
Peach
The end,
Felt every bit as sudden as the beginning
There wasn't any magic,
No mysticism to evoke comparisons of the divine
It was simply an instant reality
That no amount of prayers or wishes could change*

______

And I will never find the words,
They elude me each day
Mocking me from their unattainable perch with glee-

People write of love that is
Everlasting by definition,
Beautiful in it's absolute distinction
And worthy of praise and adoration in it's splendor

Somehow,
They fail to mention that love,
Pales in comparison to the sorrow that follows

I miss you

© 2014 Peach
Dashing stealth.
Bins of wealth.
Perfect health.
Angular retreat.
Clandestine dwellers.
Heart breakers.
Sorrow makers.
Illicit shadows.
Foxes sly.
Hovering as praying birds.
Story catching.
Dream catching.
Truth distorting.
Expose of life.
Un secret de Polichinelle.
Their cameras.
They'll have you believe,
that they never lie.
Underground worms.
Detritus munching.
Anything that makes a buck.
Invasive bloodied journalists.
(C) Livvi
WRITER'S BLOCK

When you left you stole my burning heart.
You stole my drive.

You never stole my ambition.
No-one ever will.

You stole my crayons and melted them.
You made my pen run out.

Writer's block crept in,
it's an expectant execution block.

Just now,
I'm cold and lonely.
My eyes mere trenches of emptiness.
I fought my war with passion.

Now I'm dying inside.
I'm crying inside.
I am the Mona Lisa,
But, moaning I am not.
(C) Livvi
I have loved you for the entirety of adulthood.
You are my Goddess.
You are the ink spots on my vacant page.
You are my lady.
My passion,
My excitable fire.
You are my challenge.
My deluge.
My warmth,
My chill,
My smiles,
My medicines,
No frontiers.
My banners,
My dagger,
My love and my life.
Who could ever believe,
perceive and value,
Just education,
Loving my mere diction,
as much as you and I .
Without my pen and dictionary,
I shall but fade and die!
(C) LIVVI
A DEDICATED POEM FOR MY POETRY LOVING FRIENDS
 Jul 2014 Deovrat Sharma
Sukuya
Some say it full,
some find it empty.
Few find it impossible,
few say it difficult.

I know it's full,
I make it empty.
I make it impossible,
I say I'm possible.

Some say it upright,
some find it downright.
Few find it wide,
few say it narrow.

I know it's upright,
I make it downright
I make it wide,
And I know it's narrow
This poem is dedicated to my friend who helped me understand the word perception.
[16 December 2011]
--
SKY
Colliding stars and exploding galaxies are nowhere near comparable to the way I felt when your fingers traced my skin with such love and emotion, stripping me down to my most vulnerable and naked version of my soul.
You're my muse
My missing piece
The poison in my blood that drives me to push harder
The peace within my thoughts and desires
The love I have never imagined to be so real
You're everything I have ever dreamt of and everything I will ever want no matter where we are or what we are doing because I know that I could never fake another love or another smile.
I crave you so much, my soul aches when you're not around. I wait for the day I get to look at you the same way again in full honesty and comfort because you were never anything but my saviour.
All of this is put in three simple words that do not do my feelings any justice.
All I ever wanted to do was find the right and perfect way to tell you that I love you. And I always will.
Are they real or are they fake?
Do they care?
Do they love me as a friend should?
Do they miss me?
Would they leave me forever?
I thought friends were for life
So what happened to make them disappear?
Would they come back?
NO!
Friends are not like that.
Then what are they like?
Well you have to find out
Good Luck
Friends.
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