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& Some how,
you have surprised me yet again.

I believe the meek words-
paper thin from your lying lips.
Those I should set aflame
with my burning tears.

You have taught me to only
trust myself.
I should know this by now.


Your daggers and swords
the ones that slowly **** me.
Are utilized to add scars-
next to the ones from years before.

One Bullet is all I need,
but I'm not wasting it on myself.
For the demons should die before angels.

My last name,
forever following me.
Until I find a man who will be,
so much more then
what you could ever be.
I see the spirits moving in the dark
They hear me, see me, surround me
They shriek and groan
I am alone...
no one is coming to my aid
The scent on the wind is flesh decayed
a chilling breeze
they draw near, I hear them whistling through the trees
Readying for the **** I fear
they are here
farewell
And Evergreen Buddha on the bedside table
                     Smoke swirls overhead
                  A slow drag on my cigarette
The zany places I have traveled
                                 In search of personal peace
                     Quiet and unnoticed
            I returned to find the home I left
Silently smoking
                     Alone
                          Thoughts as clear as water
Stockholm water
Not Delhi water
 Sep 2013 Mizanur Rahaman
Miriam
all of the poems i try to bleed feel incomplete
so that's why i haven't really written anything lately

i guess it's kind of like

sometimes you want something so much that you can feel it boring a hole through your soul
but when you get it you just go numb and your heart won't believe it

i guess.

i don't know.

maybe i just got so used to pessimism
or maybe i just got so used to everything being so dark

maybe i forget hope sometimes because i haven't been looking at Him

either way, i'm trying

not all those who wander are lost.
I knew before we ever spoke I'd never have to hide
That it was you to whom my lonely being had been tied
I put my feet upon the road that led me into you
And though we couldn't comprehend, I felt you feel it too
You took me down the windy path that showed your every part
And when our light was bright enough I raptured to your heart
I let it keep a beat for me too many times to count
Relied upon it's rhythm which I could not live without
I learned with grace to carry you, the only love I could
I hope you know you taught me this, I hope you understood
Remember me entirely, remember when I can't
And beckon me, but silently, my head awaits your chant
 Sep 2013 Mizanur Rahaman
phocks
It was in that moment
The treasured instant infinite
That marked the long divide
Of time that goes by
And trails off towards
The dying night
Of a million lost lights
That slowly wither
In to their place
Their rightful place
Amongst the fallen
And long forgotten
Lost
How much time do you intend to spend
holding on to your naive notions of everlasting happiness?
How much love will you turn away
before you are brave enough to risk it all again?

You took a chance once.
It worked for a while
and then it didn’t.
The hours of waiting alone,
listening for footsteps at the door,
footsteps that never came,
they still haunt you.

So you cling to those memories of pain
that you let define the rest of your life.
You wear a cloak of cynicism
over your shrivelled heart.
Protected.
Safe.
Dead.
 Sep 2013 Mizanur Rahaman
-
Dark like black piano keys
Angelic like the white ones
Played like a symphony
Although ends in tragedy
The melody is bittersweet
But all of me creates art
© Natali Veronica 2013.
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