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kf Aug 2013
sleepless nights and days
are only the beginning
of my worries,
growing like a tree;
flourishing anxiety
intertwines with my life,
enveloping me,
suffocating me,
overlapping each
word
movement
thought
in my life.
kf Aug 2013
her life was a
river
her tears were
the rain
and every time
a storm arrived,
the flooding
would
drown her
in
pain
kf Jan 2013
I carry the sky in one hand
The weight, it burns
But still I stand.

Late Evening, and all the cities are hushed
But I am awake
For we cannot lie crushed.

A struggle, A shout, A whisper, A plea,
But why bother to beg?
I shall not be set free.

When the dawn breaks,
I continue to weaken
With my ever-strong hope;
My bad fate will be beaten.

Until the day comes
When I have gained freedom
I carry the sky
During this endless season.
"Atlas" refers to the titan in Greek mythology that was forced, as a punishment, to hold up the sky for the rest of the world. I am a perfectionist but also get overwhelmed very easily, and that is why I wrote this poem. Also, this is one of my rare rhyming poems!
kf Jan 2013
do not fight the
glorious rise of the
Sun.
embrace the sudden
warmth on your
back
gently scaring away
The Bitter and The Cold.

do not oppose the
shining beams of noon.
Simply let the
white light
touch you.

do not ignore the
Sunset of the
Evening.
accept the dancing colors,
each falling with
the gleaming
sphere of golden
Memories.

the sun has
collapsed
and the chilled
night has risen,
dominating the
Western sky.

sterling shimmers
line the night
as the crisp, cool
air
bites through
your skin.

a dim, lustrous light
hits your face
while the calming
hum of the breeze
prevents your awakening.

mist covers the
empty meadow
as a rising Sun
is suddenly embraced.?
I love this even though people say "Rain" is my best. <3
kf Jan 2013
A journey will take him
Far
Far into the night,
And the crisp, cool,
Delicate air
Will only help guide him.
Courageous souls behind his back,
Always protecting him,
Threatening those who wish
Nothing but the worst.

Beady eyes in the trees
Swiftly moving in unison
With his fragile bare feet,
Do not stop until it is time.

Even when the wind blows harshly,
The followers will not stop
For their leader.

Slowly, he whispers
Do not follow me.
You’ll never make it
But the followers stand,
Steadfast and loyal,
Secretly guarding
The leader.
not my best!
kf Jan 2013
I hear a slight sound
rain beautifully taps on my window
a chorus of droplets
slowly whispering
a lullaby in my ear.

the whistle of the wind;
a harmony,
persuading you into dreams
far beyond your imagination.

rain on your neck,
a cool feeling of freedom and
happiness.
silently falling onto your cheek,
gently releasing you from your never-ending
sleep.

the rain is beauteous.
do not shout angrily at the cold drops
let them reward you with peace and
prosperity.

as it abruptly stops,
your memories fade away,
unnoticed,
and the wonderful
sun
greets you.

— The End —