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Reemoatpeace Dec 2014
A fantasy....We are looking for
Like no other before
A river that carries you everywhere
makes you unaware
A current with a flow of challenges
Scaring you...imbalances
A force...stronger than the wind
Carries you To a greater sin
A drug so addictive
Close your eyes, relive, rejoice..don't be dismissive.
Reemoatpeace Dec 2014
My heart blackened in an instant
'I don't love you like I should'
'I want to seek and be free'
Those words I couldn't hear or feel
Perturbed, lost and could not see
My inside was hurting and
my outside was diminishing
I realised and accepted the truth
a future without him, a new beginning
My little girls need me, I have to carry on
Capable of marching and being
I do miss your smell
I cannot hate u but I will forget the pain
My eyes feel black
My heart is cut
My mind is blocked
I wonder... whether I'll ever find peace
Reemoatpeace Dec 2014
Challenges everyday
Darkness in the way
Overcoming the light of day
opening the dossier
Realising it's a replay
Dance away in a soiree
have a good play
Smile, get up, create...strike away!
Reemoatpeace Dec 2014
The music in your heart
don't let it fall apart

Listen to the voices in your head
And bring out the pencil lead

Compose your tunes
and forget about the monsoon

Envisage your horizon
Wait and enlighten

Ignite and don't fear
Conquer and persevere

Laugh, cry, learn....don't burn
Reemoatpeace Dec 2014
Life without passion...without action
Without love,its kinda tough
Wars, battles?
Is that all that matters?
Carrying on fighting?
Embracing, accepting, uniting
If speaking our minds,
was simple to mankind
if straightforward,
was a way to go forward
It's simple...It can be simple
Reemoatpeace Dec 2014
A lover...He wants me to be
As friends and wants to be free

Dignity washed away
Humility a mist of grey

shadows lost there shade
followed by a ghost of pain

Numb like a glacier
Invisible...
Reemoatpeace Dec 2014
I cry and cry
Nowhere to hide

Brave and head high
always tight

When does it stop
When is it not

To be dead or
To be ahead

Afraid of the truth
Bold as a fruit

Ripe or rotten
Fight or be forgotten

The question is....
To be continued
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