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 Aug 2014 Simplified
Samara Metz
Death is a scary thing.
So why is it that I'm more afraid to fall in love, than to die?
Why is it that my fear of living is greater than my fear of dying?
Death is inevitable.
*But so is he.
-s.m
 Aug 2014 Simplified
Bella Anima
Just the other day
I told myself
I will move.
I will love.
I will live.

Just the other day
I wiped you away
From my sleep.
From my thoughts.
From my steps.

Just the other day
I started to breathe.
I could see.
I could think.
I could feel.

But today,
You came into my life
So beautifully. Again.
I stopped breathing. I
Fell all over. Again.
Stop haunting me. Please.
I cannot be seen, it cannot be felt,
cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
lies behind stars and under hilss,
and empty holes it fills.
comes first follows after,
ends life kills laughter.
DAVINCI !
 Aug 2014 Simplified
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darkness
 Aug 2014 Simplified
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I just want the darkness to absorb me.
make me disappear.
take me away.
forever.
When told to write a sonnet, I must confess
I truly knew not what to write on
Shall I speak of boundless joy, or lament all loneliness?
Shall I compare a rose to death, or they smile to the dawn?
Shall I write in purple words
About that which I hold dear
And let them fly, like nimble birds,
To alight upon thine ear?
I might speak of an endless ocean and call it love
I might speak of a burning city and call it hate
I might speak of peace and call it the wing of a dove
I might speak of many things, but still mine hand doth hesitate
Perhaps I shall not write today
It seems that I have nothing to say
Yet another poem from my "pretentious ****" phase
 Aug 2014 Simplified
Tryst
Da Dum Da Dum - melodic sonnet beat,
Ten syllables on each and ev'ry line;
Enough to put the reader fast asleep,
And don't forget the **** thing has to rhyme.
Just fourteen lines exact, no more - no less,
To revel in some tantalising plot;
Two short quatrains endeavour to address,
And introduce the who, the where, the what.
Then just four lines to tell a second tale,
That wends and weaves on some tangential route,
To set the scene that leads to the unveil
As if the reader gives a flaming hoot!
       A rhyming couplet finishes the tryst,
       To hit them with that all important twist!

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