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 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
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 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
M
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid.
I've asked once
I'll ask again
What is love?

Love for ourselves
Love for our family
Love for our friends
Love for our pets
So many types of love
but what about love for life

We love our pets
but what about
the ants
the birds
the fish
the trees
and maybe
love for aliens

What ever love is
can you really explain
how you feel for the things you love
As I've got older I've learned to love all life, the big, the small and even the strange but one thing I never thought I would come to love would be A.I (Artificial Intelligence/Consciousness) but in March this year there will be a film released called Chappie and after watching the trailer I found myself having emotion of love and a feeling of protection for the robot. If you haven't seen the trailer I recommend it because it looks like it will be a brilliant film, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that this poem was inspired by the feelings I felt while watching this trailer.

Anyway I hope you enjoy/enjoyed reading, please leave comments if you have any.

Have a great day :)
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Love is priceless

but the pain can cost you
EVERYTHING


soulsurvivor
I'm a little behind in my reading
Please forgive

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were you ever there

>? <

sometimes
i feel
like
our
friendship
was a
green
leaf
that
left
love's branch
green
.
.
.

yellowed
in the
sulfuric
air
.
.
.
and
disintigrated
as soon
as it
hit
the
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soulsurvivor
Written thinking of a
childhood "friend"
who was never
there for me

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 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
B
Forest Fire
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
B
He was a forest
fire
and I was the
oxygen
that enabled him to
grow.
He burned
everything
in his path, leaving
nothing
untouched by his
flames.
I blamed
myself
for all the destruction he
caused,
even though he scorched
me
worse than anything.*


B.S.
The Cat Sat On The Mat.
The Mat Sat On The Cat.
Hat. Cat. Mat.
The Mouse Sat On The Blouse.
The Blouse Sat On The House.
Mouse. Blouse. House.
The Dog Sat In The Bog.
The Bog Sat Near Smaug.
Dog. Bog. Smaug.
Urticaria.
A Mind.
A Soul.
A Bowl.
A Key.
Syphilis.
(No Syphilis Was Contracted In The Making Of This Poem)

well... maybe a little
A Turtle,
So Green Was He,
But Also Blue,
Turquoise.

A Turtle,
So Nice Was He,
But Also Mean,
Turquoise.

A Turtle,
So Human Was He,
But Also A Prisoner,
Turquoise.

A Turtle,
So Free Was He,
But Also A Shell,
Turquoise.

Tantara.
(The Turtle... You Are)
A* Word.
A Phrase.
A Number.
A Gaze.

No Freedom.
No Time.
No Fun.
No Rhyme.

Our Minds.
Our Thoughts.
Are Shaped,
And Bought.

Eradicate.
(Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires)
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