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Javaria Waseem Sep 2014
When the old man sits to share his tale,
Listen to his words and look deep into his eyes.

You'll forget everything in that moment and
you'll feel as if you are living his life.
30 Day Poetry Challenge is to write one poem per day, may it be a full page long poem or just a couplet. It can be about the reflection of your day, any event, feeling or thought.
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Javaria Waseem Aug 2014
I hope you think of me every time you kiss someone else.
And when you do, remember honey
It's a curse from which you can never escape.
Javaria Waseem Aug 2014
The demons got me in that alley at last.
I could feel the weight on my body as they entered.
That pain they caused made me want to scream.
My whole body twisted, stiffened and surrendered.

I struggled with my own self to stop the transformation
But my eyes had turned hollow, pitch black.
The sunlight vanished and darkness took over everything.
Then emerged a shadow from fire and ash.

It was Satan himself, the smokeless fire.
He walked up to my feeble body and smiled.
"Don't worry my lady," he consoled warmly
"Tonight you'll be served as my human sacrifice."
  Aug 2014 Javaria Waseem
Sylvia Plath
Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
Javaria Waseem Aug 2014
She had a charm to make everyone fall in love with her.

But this charm of hers turned into a curse forever.
Javaria Waseem Aug 2014
I painted my sorrow with words
And wrote a couple of letters.

They read my pain and said,
*****, you are a writer
Javaria Waseem Aug 2014
I wonder how my poems sound when you're the one reading.
My words curling on the tip of your lips as you go through my feelings.

*Do you think about me as you read my heart out?
Or are you still drowning deep in your doubts?
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