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ERA Mar 2015
Memories of the past
photographs, scenery.
Thoughts uncanny.

Shallow hope
dull moments
sweet scent
captured.

A song of dreams
memories to sing
this and that
a picture to see.

Life is a cup
properly filled
with joy, sadness
and love
pour a little more
it will spill endlessly
but spare
this bittersweet memories.
ERA Mar 2015
I write through
my inspiration,
through my ideas
and from you.

I write with
honest words
about love
to you.

I write about
life and
my imagination
of me and you.

I write about you,
my inspiration
so I'll think this through.
ERA Mar 2015
I have this thoughts
living in my head
they might spill out.
I can say the words I want
I can do the things I want
but there are also things
I cannot say.
Suddenly! A chance arrives
we became friends.
The balloon in my heart explodes
I feel so light
but
I am not alright
hold tight.
Fly away!
To wherever you are
to this pure pure heart of mine
but this feelings won't change
even if you disappear.
Oh well, I don't mind.
You know, a poem
with honest and romantic words inside
is the best way
to say my feelings for you.
Words sweeter than sugar
Melodies hotter than fire.
I can't stop my heart beat.
Oh! A problem arrives
maybe you know who you are.
I am happy
but embarrassed
I am about to run.
Run away! To the mountain side
this rushing pure pure heart of mine.
Go on and on
into the nimbus clouds
through the clear skies
I will chase after you
even the red lights are up
I don't mind.
ERA Mar 2015
Poetry is
when inspiration
becomes your will,
words
becomes your soul
style
becomes your pride
and the piece
itself becomes you.
ERA Mar 2015
A December to remember.
The things that he did,
to the one
he truly loves.

‘Twas in the past,
the feelings the same.
Yes he did fancy things a lot
but the feelings for her
stayed the same.

He tried
but…
Yes, he tried
but could not find
A right time.

Perseverance was in his eyes,
but courage he could not find.

As seconds, minutes,
hours, months passed by
the feelings for her
never went astray.

Life is an open book
you can love it for its cover,
you can hate it for its content
and if her life is a book
he will love it from its cover
to its content
from its introduction
to its ending.

A December to remember,
Forever he will keep.
ERA Feb 2015
In a gloomy day,
thunder struck and lighting blow.
Rain. 'Tis a blessing.
ERA Feb 2015
Emotions of an empty book,
Shallow is thy self.
A seeker, Dramatic.
Drastic and forgetful
through the mass pond,
volatile in nature.

Sickening in behavior,
in frenzy of anger.
The life full of madness,
violence and chaos.

In thy urge
excitement arouse.
Not all are pleased
by this attitude,
A lunatic.
I pity thee,
whose insanity is defiant

Life is flurry,
whose agitation blows.
This is absurd,
this is Hysteria.
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