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Khadi Alza Mar 30
Clouds of grey above their heads,
Mopping heads on their beds
Negativity possessed their mind,
The friends I know, I can no longer find.

Why is it at this age,
We're all consumed by rage?
Wait, scratch that.
It's more of a hazy stormy mat.
Shrouded around our shoulders,
Making us bend like we're carrying boulders.

I kind of find it confusing,
Was it really their choosing?
Or is it the environment that changed them?
Now they shine like dull gems.
I hope they'll turn out all right
And hope that the hidden war they fight,
Will eventually be conquered.
And that, would make me feel honoured.
You can only
Isolate the shadow

If you cast
The light

And as it was, is
And will be
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Keynotes
Author's Note: Here I'm not talking about the shadow
Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.
Khadi Alza Mar 28
I remember the way the wind carried your hair.
I remember that you laughed like a maniac.
I remember how you'd whine when things weren't fair.
I remember you calling me a brainiac.

I remember when you had to leave.
I remember the tears falling off my sleeve.  
I remember you saying goodbye.
I remember when my heart sighed.

I remember that was when I realised,
I remember that I loved you...
Just found a fun poetry prompt on Pinterest
(this all fiction)
Khadi Alza Mar 27
Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

His eyes drift,
And the world shifts.
His eyes got caught,
By the princess's train of thought.
                                            
                                                            The princess caught him peeking,
                                                                ­     Her dazzling eyes gleaming.
                                                       ­                          Looked away she did,
                                                            ­        Blushing as red as a little kid.

                                                           ­         She hoped he was a dreamer,
                                                        ­         For she wanted him to lead her
                                                             ­                          In her nightmares.
                                                              Ke­eping her safe from the stares.
Continuation of 'The Prince' and 'The Princess' (my poems)
  Mar 27 Khadi Alza
Jason Aull
Life can be tough.
That’s just how it goes.
Sometimes it’s enough
to drag you through lows.

Sometimes all you know
is pain and its sting.
Sometimes life will throw
just about anything.

It’s all for your good.
But it won’t seem that way.
It’s all understood
as a plan rotten day.

Looking back you will see
the gem hell will give.
But for now it will be
just a crap way to live.
This came to me as I was going to bed. I often get second thoughts about sharing my poetry. I get some acceptance but a ton of rejection. About half the people where I live don’t want to hear it whatever it happens to be. Over time it has a severe eroding effect on my confidence as a poet.
Khadi Alza Mar 27
A love like theirs,
Is something I wish for.
Sweet moments spent together,
No matter the weather.
All of those cares,
Genuine and from the core.
So beautiful,
So sweet.
Always truthful,
And such a treat.

Maybe one day,
With the right one.
The one who'd make me stay,
Making me feel like I've won.

That day will come,
Maybe years from now.
But will I be ready to drum
The beats of love and take a vow?
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