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 Apr 2014 Dianna
Michaela
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 Apr 2014 Dianna
Michaela
You used to love me,

You weren’t in it alone.

I used to love you.
 Apr 2014 Dianna
Michaela
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 Apr 2014 Dianna
Michaela
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Come take me away

Isn’t that what we all want?

Leave reality.
 Apr 2014 Dianna
Nandini
"Noor"
 Apr 2014 Dianna
Nandini
As time cant be caged into an hour glass.
Only if you could confine the Noor of the light itself into a jar
would a poet ever stop writing ...
Noor : meaning light itself.
Tell me can we ever stop writing ? The thoughts and words of a writer is like the sky you cant measure it cant get above it and cant reach it ... its endless!
any feedback ??
 Apr 2014 Dianna
j
too numb
 Apr 2014 Dianna
j
Words that echo in the corridoors
and passageways of an empty mind,
with no company from any-body, from any-thing.
Because no bodies, and no things, can replace what is missing.
Lonely, and looking for a place to be.

Lonely, in the most unsettling sense of the word.
The type of lonely that makes your bones feel cold
and the only thing that can warm you up
is a lightning bolt through your skeletal remains
but that requires you to feel something.
And you know you can't do that, you're too numb.
Too numb - because your mind is too empty.

It's like a game that you can't win,
you've always thought this, but you dare not admit it
because this will happen. You know your mind is vacant
and that once you think it, you will always think it
because words echo inside your head, and you can't forget it
once it's been said.
 Apr 2014 Dianna
j
Desperate
 Apr 2014 Dianna
j
wrapped up in states
of false security,
a nightmare parading the facade
of a beautiful haven

the faces you show are unfamiliar
but too alluring to deny
and I thought I knew you
with a different mask,

a kinder way of being
before the world changed you
before your mind changed you
but that is in the past
the past is gone, and I try

at night, tossing and turning
I try to grasp you
I wave my arms frantically
in the way of the times that have gone
because I long for you back
and I see you

but I can never reach far enough
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