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 Feb 2018 Lakshita
Dyrr Keusseyan
Athena

Athena the Warrioress
Athena the Sorceress
Athena the Healeress
Athena the Priestess

Athena fights eternally for Light
Her Heart shines forever Bright
And for Eternity Athena will slay
Those who abuse sentient beings in any way

She is the One who fights for Eternity
Until all sentient beings become a Divinity
 Jan 2018 Lakshita
Miracle
You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles
-Don't you dare tell her you can handle her all the time if you're only ready to handle her at her best.
 Jan 2018 Lakshita
Eva
Everything
 Jan 2018 Lakshita
Eva
It's truly
a
chaotic
thing
to
suddenly
see

starlight,
heaven,
and
everything

in someone's eyes
 Jan 2018 Lakshita
chris
"i am sorry, dead person, but you must leave"

-

why must i leave?

-

>  *
"because you are dead"

or

>  *
"because i am alive"
 Jan 2018 Lakshita
Isabelle
.
.
*“found you”
someone once told me
“did you, did you??”


you’ll find me
between pages of a book
disguised in poetry
good or bad i maybe

you’ll find me
read between the lines
of your favorite songs
happy or sad i maybe

you’ll find me
in gardens, orchards
a nurtured flower
or just an ugly **** maybe

you’ll find me
look at the sky
i’ll be dancing among the objects
a dead star or the sun i maybe

you’ll find me,
traces of me
you’ll know it

i know, i know
you’ll find me,
wherever i’ll be
whatever i am

i know, i know
somewhere in this world
in the perfect time
i know, i know that
someday you will find
someday..
SHE


She always comes to soothe me
She always comes with flowers

She comes on a golden chariot
Like the Princess Queen of mine

She walks with jingle of anklets
She comes not to deceive me
Her restless heart perceives me
To kiss me with her lotus-pink lips

Her gaze is like lightning
Her mouth like open flower
She feeds me with million desires

Her heart has my name lock
And she only gives me the key

She haunts me days and night
She kindles extinguish flames of LOVE
In every cell of my body

She replies my every question
And confesses my every urge

She gives me her lap to sleep on
And blesses my desires fulfill

She unites my melody with her rhythm
Our eyes travel the same LOVE-beam

She shades my night with her hair
She awakes me with her eyes

She showers life-time of LOVE
In a moment on my being

Her dreams dissolve in LOVING me
She craves for my heart-beats

She snatches my life from death
And renders me dead in life

She stares through mirrors at me
And throbs lyrical music as I breathe

She indulges on me every second
While showing her path of LOVE to me


~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
 Nov 2017 Lakshita
Emily Bronte
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.
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