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  Mar 2016 Hello World
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
inspired and dedicated to my muse - a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.
(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.
Hello World Sep 2015
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I wrote a message on the bathroom stall.
Black, blue, white, red,
Who will care when I’m dead?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I’m not the prettiest of them all.
Short, tall, skinny, fat,
Why should I care about all of that?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I refuse to come at your beck and call.
Disease, abuse, hunger, pain,
There is nothing in it for me to gain.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Normal, average, simple, plain,
Is there anyone out there in the rain?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I’m not willing to take the fall.
Born to lead, born to die,
Why go if you’re not willing to try?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Please tell me why I feel so small.
I don’t stand out, I don’t fit in,
I don’t feel right in my own skin.
Come at me with your words and sorrows,
But I will not be here when it comes to tomorrow.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Now it’s time for me to stand tall.
  Sep 2015 Hello World
Sanjukta Nag
She uttered the word,
With a smile on the corner of her lips.
They were sitting on a stone bench
In the green shade of a huge chestnut tree,
Leaning against each other.
His fingers were playing with her brown hair,
While his rapid heart was fancying a kiss.
“What? ” He replied,
Lifting an eyebrow out of curiosity
For that unknown word.
She began, “This is the sound of…”
But his heart was not patient enough
To hear more, and instantly
His supple lips touched those soft lips of hers.
Pa – *** – smik
The sound occurred.
She winked and he giggled in joy
As the mystery of poppysmic was unlocked.
Poppysmic is the sound, produced only when lips are kissed.
  Sep 2015 Hello World
one day I'll be the right person at the right time.
  Sep 2015 Hello World
He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back
Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful
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