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 Oct 2017 Raven
Shaima
you
 Oct 2017 Raven
Shaima
you
I needed you
so horribly badly that my soul began unstitching fragments of the reality we had, looking for you.
So madly, my ribcage was barely able to keep my lungs from breaking out, in search of your breath.
Will you forgive me when I choose the most utter simplicity in order to stay alive?
I swear I will return,
but in the meantime,
bear in mind that a drunken heart is way too heavy for a butterfly to carry.
 Oct 2017 Raven
Poetic T
Have you ever walked down
          a lit corridor?
    but only see darkness..

When walking to the inevitable
                                    ending..
Realizing you haven't taken a step..

And you know that  
                          all we perceive are
collections of someone else's footsteps..
 Oct 2017 Raven
Pagan Paul
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It seems all around the world
something is happening to the girls.
The problem unto which I refer,
is their propensity to de-fur.

Deforestation is not so nice,
not for the humble ***** lice.
Extinction beckons for this bug,
for the want of a nice warm rug.

© Pagan Paul (2017)
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 Oct 2017 Raven
Skye Marshmallow
I feel comfort in the familiarity
Of being lost
Peculiar in its irony
Its definition reversed by my falling in love
With the freedom of not being found
Sometimes it's more peaceful
Living quietly without the sound
Of homesickness in your ear
Eyes wistfully on the clouds
Thoughts pondering in head
Soft promises vowed
To a place not seen again
It feels to me like exciting exploration
Sights locked in mind
All these complex illustrations
Of trees, streams, crumbling walls
That otherwise would of went unseen
All these beautiful kingdoms
Adorned by the falling leaves
Of this year's autumn
How could I not fall for that?
 Oct 2017 Raven
Pagan Paul
Red Rose
 Oct 2017 Raven
Pagan Paul
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O' Lady of the Forests, hold thy woodland form.
Smell blossoms sweet scent, calm within a storm.

Take umbrance through meadows and mighty trees,
pause delicate, gently pick a red rose for thy hair.
Hold a tear and muse 'pon thy children's pleas,
walk by sacred lakes and be one with the air.

And stood 'pon thy woodland form,
bleed love to all exposed,
pain becomes still until forever,
the silent blood of a rose.



© Pagan Paul (10/10/17)
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Part 2 of 'Rose' Trilogy.
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 Oct 2017 Raven
Phantom Poet
Therapy
 Oct 2017 Raven
Phantom Poet
Poetry,
Started out as a hobby,
Encouraged by family,
Write on topics variety,
Started with topics like,
Sleep,dream,summer,music,my bike,
I realised what gives my poems emotions,
I write about my life,
About love,
About death,
About happiness,
And sadnesses,
Later did I realise,
Poetry,
Went from a hobby,
To a therapy.
 Oct 2017 Raven
ES
Untitled
 Oct 2017 Raven
ES
We are told to think outside the box
And yet alienated when we act outside of normalcy.
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