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Confusion
Deception
Life's possessions

Breathing
Conceiving
Life's bleeding

Mindless
Spineless
Life's unkindness

Careful
Tearful
Life's doubtful
How unkind life can be?
 Dec 2014 F a r a h
Haydn Swan
Sitting in a pool of ****,
other peoples ****,
**** all over me,
I am nothing,
just an object,
a still life subject
art school joke,
I'm a mess,
a **** stain,
a fugitive on the run,
running away from life.
 Dec 2014 F a r a h
Haydn Swan
Ever wonder my dear, why my tears fall down ?
it is because your words created gravity,
a field that pulls me down,
now I am forever bound by its laws,
in this creation I will wait,
the curtains draped like a shroud,
would that the faint glow of a sunlit morn be my release,
raising the corners of my mouth into a smile,
not this day, or the next, for everything is pulled down,
endlessly down by the gravity of your words.
My marriage is long since over and has been for years but the parting words that we shared still sometimes haunt me.
 Dec 2014 F a r a h
Dena
Memories
 Dec 2014 F a r a h
Dena
My days have been numbered
By my fingers and toes.
If I had a hundred days
Would I have enough time
To memorize the features of your face?
So when I close my eyes
Your image develops on them
A dark room to remember
Where memories sit waiting in reels
Hoping that once more
light will pass through them.
 Dec 2014 F a r a h
Erenn
He was running on air
Jumping on constellations
He's like Peter Pan
Only this Peter is tall and growing
He reached out his hand 
And asked her to dance
She wondered why she didn't decline
Strangers that could fly caught her eye

She felt his warm fingers 
Their fingers clenched 
As he held her hand tightly
They flew above the skies
She felt so alive 
Her agonies that she suffered
Gone like it was never there

He suddenly grabbed something
She wondered what it could be
He opened his gentle hands
And the brightest little star glows
Like the northern lights in the vast skies
Like fireworks exploding in a snowglobe

She touched it & she fell
Awoke and disappointed
Her dream didn't last till the end
The boy whose name was not Peter
Might be back in neverland
And the Little Star now vanished
**Only fragments of dreams
That will never cease to exist
I freaking love Peter Pan ever since I was young. I'd always wanted to be like him. I cried when I didn't get the part as Peter in a musical.hha I really wanted to be like him. Not a heartbreaker like him, but to never ever grow up and live in adrventures! So this is my interpretation of him I wrote in a poem:)
Got inspired by one of my friends here.
Orked Saerah. Gave me an idea and inspiration to write this piece.
Not my best work. But I love this one.
 Aug 2014 F a r a h
Missy Beminio
i want your garden
sprout from the earth
breathe you in
consume all of you

i want to feel
green in my feet
in between my toes
it can't be beat

the sweetest smell
it's like the fuel
i know it all
a little too well

the warm embrace
what is this place?
it seems you've left
without a trace

who are you now
you've left me again
i feel the fear inside
purer than the water
that brought us here
it's beginning to get to me
I feel empty inside today
but this is just another day.
yesterday was horrible but
I did lived to see this day.

Tomorrow should be filled
with joy, hope and dreams
but it's still just another day
for me to live one more day.

I accepted yesterday because
I made it through that day.
even though I'm in pain today
I look forward to a better day.

There is no reason for me to
keep thinking about yesterday.
When God is blessing me to live
this day to see a brand new day.
*dedicated to all of us who has to live with fibromyalgia
 Jun 2014 F a r a h
lost girl
Call me Day
            For with each day comes a new sunrise that chases away the darkness.
Call me Day
                  For with each day comes thousands of possibilities.
Call me Day
                     For each day brings new hope. Hope that life can be better.

(a.d)
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