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I am nothing

Insignificance itself

Spiralling rapidly

flailing in stillness

Words etched upon skin

black ink staining alabaster

bring judgement

upon my weary brow

unforgiving frowns weigh heavy

upon my already laden being

Lies paint my face in colour

while inside

only black remains.
The girl she stood upon the stage
amongst the rainbow glow
and sang with power raw and wild
a passion all her own.
She sang of youth and politics
and of the poor man's plight
but as she sang the crowd talked on
ignoring her, despite
the fact they'd paid good money
to hear music here tonight.
They waffled on ' bout nothing much
the weather and such like
while all the while she sang her heart out through her lonely mic.

Guitar strings thrashed, her voice it soared
as though her life depended
on bleeding out her heart and soul before the night had ended
with the crowd engaged in other things
their selfies, blogs and texts
she left the stage with happy thanks
and introduced the next.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Jasmine smiles
Words are just broken meanings
Just constantly taking beatings.
Slowly they begin to die
More and more with every lie.
Always said and always misused
Till soon enough their souls are skewed
And they now mean nothing to you.
I love you, I promise, I will never leave you, you are beautiful to me. Words with empty meanings
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Himanshi
Alone
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Himanshi
Screams my soul, my heart, my mind
Looking for possibilities of every kind.
Beneath the stars and sky Prussian Blue,
My questions linger, finding answers few.

To be or not to be,
Is life a facade or is it just me?
Fixing puzzles with edges rounded,
Spaces left unfilled and unmounted.

Pulls us, the Earth, a magnet strong,
Away from the right , towards the wrong.
A gruesome character each soul wears,
In the cosmic world no one cares.

Lost souls in this alluring world,
Each moment find possibilities, hurled.
Make me a feather or a stone,
For I came alone and I shall leave alone.
The right, the wrong and the in-betweens.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
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 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
Let's say black because they say white
Let's stay awake because we should sleep at night
Let's smile because we should cry
Let's never forget to question why.
Let's walk because they said run,
Let's not talk because silence cannot be undone.
Let's go left because they said right
Let's stay awake because we should sleep at night.
Spark a whisper in the dark
There’s so much left to say
All these things we've tried to hide
Have given us away
All our spoken glances
Leaving smiles upon our hearts
But every drop of silence
Swiftly tears our world apart

Broken hearts now beat
In perfect rhythm, out of touch
Yet we keep retreating
Gaining nothing, losing much
Maybe our dark demons
Are but angels in disguise
Desperately screaming out
The truths that never die

I want you to reach out and touch me
With much more than just your mind
For all that you've exposed me to
Has touched me for some time
I want to reach out and hold you
With much more than just my heart
For you've long been held captive
By the hearts that won’t impart

I want you to lay here beside me
As your smile lays on my heart
For laying here without you
Only tears my world apart
Let’s fight this darkness together
And silence the voices that scream
Let’s see if we have found the love
We've only shared in dreams
This is a patchwork of pieces from several different broken poems in which I had been trying to say this very thing.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
betterdays
bliss on the end of
a warm spoon
it is you i have been
craving all afternoon

i would stop mid sentence
to let you whisper promises
sweet in my ear

i would gaze out the window
remembering the cool rush
of you calming my fevered
brain

i would long and yearn for
you
so much so that the top of my mouth began to itch

the time is near now
all is quiet, the rest in bed
just you me and the big old
moon
need to share this secret

oh my god swoon
the taste of you on my tongue
makes my brain go boom boom,boom

mango ice cream laced with
***
my guilty hidden lover
my tastebuds ripple into
overdrive

simple pleasures
bliss upon a spoon
come get some
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
cheryl love
Spinning like a ball of thread
trapped under a table and
one end winding endlessly
around the infinity of time.
The other being strangled
against its will, time has no end.
Sometimes words are not enough
but enough has been said to cause chaos
amongst those it really matters to.
Therefore the simple answer is to be quiet,
hold one's tongue, mutter nothing,
speak less than before, but no, not you.
Sometimes too many words spoil the cook's wrath.
Get a knife and shorten the thread is the key to all of this.
I hear someone saying what the hell does all this mean.
It means sometimes words are too much, just a  hug will do.
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