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 Dec 2018 panaharjuna
Ruheen
Some things stay lost
Because they don't want to be found.
Other things stay lost
Because there's no one's looking for them
I'm lost,
And I want to be found.
But no one knows,
So no one's looking.
.
 Sep 2018 panaharjuna
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
 Aug 2018 panaharjuna
Virginia
Well
 Aug 2018 panaharjuna
Virginia
I have nothing to complain about.
It *****!

I can't write poems
Without something to complain about
Something relatable
Likeable
That others will see
And think oh! So it isn't only me!

Something that will make me likeable

Something like complaining
That I have nothing to complain about.
 Aug 2018 panaharjuna
skyler
people change everyday
so i vow to fall in love with you
every time the sun rises

s.s
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