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Can I ever forgive him for leaving?
I remember it was a cold, cold morning,
as the saying goes:
Nothing burn like the cold inside your heart  :Quote

The cheery *** whistle  louder than the factory whistle:
I got so tired of fighting with the devil:
And on the other hand asking the lord for strength and guidance
to made it throughout the days ,
But as the old saying goes
He only helps them, who help themselves

Sometimes our love: Isn’t strong enough to caged them in
I remembered opening my journal and jot down notes on events,
That led up to the day of his leaving: I began to sort out my
  my plus and minuses like a grocery list on a low budget:
my thought turned to the innocence young lady sleeping in the other room

The way in which we met, a love that was pure, a love that was consent
and everything was about to be change that morning
I remembered sounds of the boots, I remembered the melt down
I remember the song, I remember the lyrics
These boots were made for walking.
One of these days those boots going to walk all over you.

It felt like if the devil boots were walking away from us
Down the street, away from my home ,
boots that had walked all over me for five years.

It was finally coming to an end:
The boots walked toward the elevator door
For the last time, the last slam, the last tear drop
and the last grip of the devil touch.

The heart can get really cold if all you’ve known in winter :Quote
Winter , Heartaches, love , lost , guidance , strength
We are the
       Awoken ones
       Our muse we hope to stumble on  
Lit only by
        Star-and-streetlight
        Somewhere between the dusk and dawn.

|b.g.|
For us, the late-night and restless writers.
Lots of people say that
Frankenstein's monster, Adam,
Wasn't that bad.
He wasn't that evil.
He was just lonely
And misunderstood.

But does anyone cry for
Dracula?
Did anyone try to understand that he got turned into a monster,
And spent 200 or so years all by himself,
Slowly being driven mad
From loneliness and heartbreak?

And that he only did what he did,
Because it was the only way he knew how
To make the loneliness stop?
It was a last resort,
He wasn't trying to do anything wrong.
His intentions, though selfish,
Weren't bad.

And does anyone ever pray for Lucifer?
For the one sinner who needed it most?
Maybe if someone would reach out a hand,
Some forgiveness,
And some mercy,
It wouldn't be so bad.
We wouldn't have so much evil,
Because he'd rethink his ways,
After being given the chance
To once more be in a state of grace.

But no.
We can't,
Because we're told
They're evil,
They're wrong,
And they don't deserve
Forgiveness or mercy.

I would like to think
That even the worst
Kinds of people
Can change and be forgiven.
I might be wrong,
But I have a forgiving heart.
So let me forgive those
Who need it.

(You have a confessing heart,
So let me hear what you have to say,
And I promise I will take all that pain,
All that guilt away.)

But if God is all forgiving,
And all powerful,
Shouldn't he be able to forgive
His angel who needs it the most?
Hurray philosophy and introspective thinking!!
lost in you ...

i'm not a poet ...
even not trying to be ...
i'm just only feel ...
what i see...
not poet i am ...
and not wish to be ..
only i'm writing you ...
as how i feel ...

because of you ...
and how i do feel ...
since i see you ...
i hold my pen ...
between my fingers ...
to write how my heart feels ...
how it's beats runs ...
dancing happily ...
as a morning's butterflies ...
enjoying kisses it's rose ...
to give it , it's love ...
to take also the love ..
with a honey only from it ...
as me sweetheart..
and because of you ...
with every moment ...
i'm writing my words ...
sending my word's love ...
for no one ...
and no one can get it ...
only you ...
to get back the love from you ...
as i sent for you ..
my only sweetheart ...

babe mine ...
i'm not a writer ...
not a poet ...
i'm just writing for you ..
writing what i feel about you ...
feel so lost ...
so deep in you ...
that's why i do write ...
and will always do ...
will be your poet ...
to write you ...
and to send you...
how i always feel ...
about you ...

love you my sweet angel ...


hazem al ...
 Oct 2016 destiney dawn
Tupelo
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 Oct 2016 destiney dawn
Tupelo
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I'm drowning in a sea of faces

With no lifeboat to keep me going

And not a clue on how to swim.
 Oct 2016 destiney dawn
Thomas
Fear
 Oct 2016 destiney dawn
Thomas
I am afraid of what the future holds,
There is no "live in the now"
Because that's what you do when your retired,
But as I mature in to an adult,
I find that I am afraid,
I am afraid of every single decision I make,
I am afraid of messing up,
I am afraid that there will be no one to tell me that it's okay,
I'm afraid not for what is happening,
I am afraid of what will happen.
It's a poem
At the end of the day,
There are other beautiful men
And other gorgeous women
In the world.
At the end of the day,
Your kiss
Will not be the last one
I ever taste.
At the end of the day,
I know that some other
Pretty face
Will one day catch my eye.
At the end of the day,
You will not be
The only one
To ever make my sides hurt
With laughter.
At the end of the day,
I actually can
Listen to that song
Without crying.
At the end of the day,
I am sure that
I will find
Someone else
Exactly like you.
At the end of the day,
I know
That you are not
The last person
That I will ever love.
But at the end of the day,
No one,
No one,
Will ever have my heart
The way that you do.
I wasn't ready to say goodbye
With you, I felt so high
The way you'd bite my lips
The way you'd hold my hips

I miss your pretty face
Miss when my body you'd trace
Going on adventures
And you giving me lectures

I was your muse
Then I was old news
Did everything I could've done
And still we came undone

But I still remember
Our happy days before September
I wish we could go back to then
I hope we meet again
October 9, 2016
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