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 Jul 2016 seth
Evna-Luna
I once had a friend
Her beauty very rivetting,
Her eyes like the moon beam
Her nose ETHEREAL
her voice like a Serenade
She loved everything beautiful and
Mysterious
She was drawn to mystery
Her name MUNA
mine LUNA

And so we planned
Planned how we would live our lives
She wanted to be a medical doctor
To save the world
I on the other hand was not
Sure who I wanted to be.
She told me she would save the world
From pain
From strife
From evil
She was always ready
Always vibrant
Always steadfast
Always innocent
The light shined on her
And she glittered at night

But then
The Cloud gave way
And the light that paraded her beauty
Began to fade
The air that loved her vanished
And a wicked aura came
The beautiful cloud took an hiatus
And a strange eerie sky took charge
Her world began sinking in the dark
And the doors of joy shut against her
A stranger came to her
And overwhelmed her with burning darkness
He held her and dragged her
He dragged her into the night
She wanted to run
But he was too dark to be outweighed
He was too strong
Too carlous
As he took her away
Into his monstrous world
I began searching for her
But couldn't find her
I searched through the dark valley
But all amounted nothing

Muna was precious
And always smiling
She had plans
She had ambitions
She loved life
She loved God
She wanted to be loved
But this monstrous stranger
Hit her
He bit her and took away all her innocence in the most callous way
He tortured her and took her by force
All her dreams he swallowed
All her glory he vanished
Stabbing her with the knife of frustration
He became her God
And one day when she tried to run
He caught her
And burnt her with pain
Her body became his dustbin
And he was in charge

And after shattering her
After breaking her will
After destroying her zeal
After swallowing her dreams
After using her to mop the floor
He left her bare

My friend Muna
I saw her
My friend was worse than a shadow
My friend became a fleabag
My friend had been broken
Killed and buried
Even though alive
I asked my friend
Why have you become so pale?
She smiled and dropped me a note?
Which read

It was BEAUTY
MY BEAUTY
IT WAS BEAUTY THAT BETRAYED ME
The grace of my smile
The smoothness of my skin
The firmness of my *******
The sweetness within my thighs
My BEAUTY BETRAYED ME
AND SOLD ME OUT
And now I am a crushed flower
A crushed flower that will never bloom or rise again
A flower that will die slowly
All because
My beauty sold me out
I never wished to be beautiful
I never wished to be *****
BUT LIFE HAS BETRAYED ME
AND So LUNA MY FRIEND?
UNTIL WE MEET TO PART NO MORE

GOODBYE MY FRIEND.

As I dropped the note
I looked around but couldn't find her
My Friend Muna
Has gone away
For she had been crushed without measures
By a Man like you
A man just like you reading this POEM
HOW MANY MUNA'S HAVE YOU CRUSHED?

As i sit and write this sad tale, I cannot help but CURSE all Men who have crushed so many Muna's out there.....

BUT WITH TEARS IN MY EYES I ASK THIS LAST QUESTION,
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE DID MY FRIEND GO?

Evna-Luna © 2016.
This brought tears to my eyes and I am still asking please can someone tell me where did my friend go?
 Jul 2016 seth
Lena Waters
One day I was walking across the sea,
And a broken man came up to me.

One day I jumped over the world's highest mountain,
And met a healing man by the crystal fountain.

One day I walked through all the stars in the sky,
And the man I'd fixed did not pass by.

One day I struggled over soft, yielding sand,
And the world's strongest man came to give me a hand.

One day we both strode into the setting sun,
For we had fixed others, and our work was done.
A thought. Karma, perhaps?
 Jul 2016 seth
Rianna
Wild
 Jul 2016 seth
Rianna
I don't belong to you.
I belong to the world.
I am of the essence of the stars.
I am meant to be free,
to be wild,
and to run with the hunted.
The quote at the end "Run with the hunted" is from Charles Bukowski. I really love his work.
 Jun 2016 seth
ZL
dear cupid,
did I ignore you when you wanted to play?
starved you and sent you own your way?
perhaps, I broke you heart...
or rejected your love?
perhaps I never noticed you floating above...

maybe I didn't play with you when we were young?
maybe you think I'm too rigid?
Incapable of fun.
Whatever it is,
Deep down I am Sorry,
but cupid you must understand,
*I need somebody
 Jun 2016 seth
m i a
she strives for perfection,
because she doesn't like her complexion,
insecurities,
impurities,
maturities,
she fears,
that she'll be the exact reflection
of her mother
in a couple of years,
rougher,
tougher,
oh how,
she'll suffer
she strives for perfection,
because she doesn't like her
complexion,
her mind is a collection
of,
negative thoughts,
wars lost and fought,
dreams beginning to rot,
hope being sought,
she strives for perfection,
because she doesn't like her complexion,
correction,
she strives for perfection,
because she fears no one will like her complexion.
please, don't listen to those negative thoughts and what people think. youre beautiful, darling.
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