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 Dec 2015 Imad Black
Styles
Shadow
 Dec 2015 Imad Black
Styles
Gently blows the wind
that collides with the blue sky
together; alive
Poetry just might be love
     or just so the other way around.

I tell you,my dear
a day never passes without,
     (well hardly a day)
without a thought or two of
you and you and you,

bound as we are
      by blood,
              by tears,
       by laughter
or some common dream or enterprise.

You sing in my poems
       and my neurons fire for you.

Either I love you because I cannot forget you
       or the other way around.

So, my love, I offer you this poem.
      (So, my poem, I offer you this love).

*December, 2015
I have to stop.
All this has to stop.
Writing about  you, about what I feel for you.
That doesn't help.
I have to forget you.
You are my worst almost.

I have to move on.
We were nothing anyway huh.
Everything was in my head, right.
Get out of my head, my heart and my soul.
I will not write about you anymore.
O.P
 Nov 2015 Imad Black
Ja
OUR LEGACY
 Nov 2015 Imad Black
Ja
I find it intriguing
How thru life we progress
And then, need to measure it
With some sort of success

We all value our lives, differently
Some by riches, some by fame
Yet others, by how well
They kept their good name

But those values mean nothing
If we can’t this attain
Love and respect from our peers
And not, their disdain
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 Nov 2015 Imad Black
Ja
I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I don’t know, if it’s me

I touch to understand
Sense coldness to reflection
It sends through me a shiver
Must mean, my own rejection
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You are my coffee
Not just in the morning
You keep me awake even at night
With thought of you that's never ending
Thank you for chosing this piece for the Daily.  This is my first so I am so happy, grateful and more inspired to write.
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It's not easy to accept that some things really wouldn't last
Even the people you want to keep are just like those butterflies
Once they get out of their cocoon, they would seek for their own lives
But what is painful when you realized that they have found another heart

I am not greedy, not that selfish but it really really hurts
Knowing that someone you love the most won't be with you until the last
Why this world has to make you feel that you are alone from the start
There'll be borrowed moments, borrowed joys, but you can never borrow a heart

"If they will come to get you here, will you really go with them?"
"I won't," he said. "You know that I love you, you know me well.
But maybe when I grow old, I can go and live with them"
That made my tears roll down my face, my broken heart, I cannot tell

I thought I have him here with me and will be mine until the peak
I thought someone will care about me as my own blood when I am sick
I thought he's not temporary, that he is mine, though I don't speak
Oh, why I have to over-think about these things that make me weak?

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Over-thinking...
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