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 Dec 2017 Ernie Hudson
Seema
There comes a time
When all things seem unreal
Even the kindest soul
Looks drenched in darkness
And you and me just don't exist
Upon nightfall of each day
Staring at the starless sky
The fear of losing you
Turns my life's rainbow grey
It is my only wish to be with you
Regardless of how far or near
The distance may be
You are always close
Close, just like the beats of my heart
Drawing closer, being my part
One step at a time
And I tip toed into your gentle arms
Never before, this feeling came about
I feel as to scream and shout out loud
That you are my love, my one and only
A better half of me
Full of life, my dream, my love
We shall never grow apart
Tho distance may divide us
But never again, shall this heart be  
Shattered into pieces
Like how you found me one day
Drowning in my tears and collecting
My hearts broken pieces
The melody you played that day
Slowly repaired the strings of my soul
How fortunate, I am today
To be standing beside you
While you holding me gently
Blowing my sorrows miles away
And filling me with your unconditional love




©sim
Fictional write.
Unrhymed, raw scribbles.
 Dec 2017 Ernie Hudson
Iska
War Cry
 Dec 2017 Ernie Hudson
Iska
We are not poets.
Nor are we artists.
         We are the bleeding hearts
                                                   Daring to rebel.
Society cuts this world into careful little blocks.
Devided by cold cut stones forced to comply.
And yet,
             If you look a little closer, you will notice,
                  Not us, for you will never see our face
   But you will see our fragments.
             The pieces of us we leave behind for you
                Scattered among these cold stone walls
Words we have carved into the stone
             With our own ****** nails.
                              Proof that we exsist.
                                               Proof that you can to.
So here we are,
                    Strings of letters
                                       And scattered lines,
                                 All echoing the same war cry.
                          “We Are Here.”
                                                    "Are You?"
 Dec 2017 Ernie Hudson
larissa
maybe
when you left
those scars
on my heart
i became
a beautiful poet.
my heart was too precious to fall in love with someone like you
A death more painful than that of the body is that of the conscience.
One without a conscience is like a person who is dead but walking and causing harm.
Create,
A world
So beautiful
That every being will
Be happy living in it. Let
Everyone be who they want
To be. Without making them feel
Less special.
We were all born therefore,we all
Deserve to live before we
Leave this world. But
Its no use waiting
To be accepted.
Accept you
Accept who you are.
And love you
First
to want someone
and then decide not to want them anymore is truly a crime
even
these words
will disappear
serendipity - it just appeared like automatic writing

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