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Why is it that I write poetry?
Is it because of the self-torture in me?
Tell me, what is it you see when you read?
A light inside,
or a destructive me?
Have I wallowed so long in these allegories?
Or discovered the truth in a depressing sea?
Reveal-NOW
the truth to me?
Be I a gifted poetess,
or a pathetic sheep?
What has happened to the love I knew before?
He that opened the door,
let me come before
everything else, and what's more
important now?

The when and how.
The I was right and I vow,
I care not about thou,
but more about pride,
so my tears I'll hide.
Forgive me if I lied-
let a nothing slip
from my lip,
and held the truth inside.

What is love to thee?
A spouse who is filled with glee?
A perfect me?
There is no such thing, so go- now flee.
Take flight of my life
and leave me to be.
I don't feel emotions
the same as I used to,
and that worries me.
It used to be so vivid
So vibrant and golden.
Now it's like looking out
through a ***** window.
I fear that it won't ever
return to the beauty.
I am not infallible.
Nor the almighty, powerful.
I am not creator
I am not better,
but I am.
And the differences lies in my believing,
what
I
**am.
It is so hard being with you
When knowing you are a man of the army
I fear that one day you will leave
One day you will leave and never return

We've known each other for such a short time
So I cannot say I love you
But i can promise you one thing
I can promise that if you ever leave

I will always be here... *waiting for you
I am gazing up through mirrored glass
At dreams and aspirations once abundant in my mind
I watch them as they float overhead
Sorrowful, and mourning at the distance, the barriers
But in this mirrored glass
I see only my own mourning
And the sorrow of my life fragmenting
And slipping away amongst the riptides
Whilst currents pull me under and under
Where I stare at my own failures
I am thousands of fathoms deep
And still sinking
 Feb 2015 sajjad ali
Hayleigh
How many opportunities
Do we miss
Because we're too afraid
To take the risk
 Feb 2015 sajjad ali
starbucks
Colors are gift by almighty
The precious gift given prudently

          seems so pretty to me

Black presents color of night
Darkend and unique you can hide from sight.

        Seems so pretty to me

Purple is the finest color from kit
As flowers wear this as its perfect fits.

        Seems so pretty to me

Pink is color for baby girls
As they match there cute and lovely curls.

       Seems so pretty to me

Green is color of grasslands bright
A color which strengthens the eye sight.

      Seems so pretty to me

Autumn brings brown and red along.
Covering the ground with leaves long.

      Seems so pretty to me

Birds are also the instance of colors lively
Carrying twice or thrice shade collectively

         Seems so pretty to me

Inside the sea ,fish and creatures muatully
Swimming with hundred colors benevolently

      Seems so pretty to me

Gratitude to allah for the eye
To see a domed rainbow extending in the sky

      Seems so pretty to me

Thank you creator for this gift
Beauty that inspires heart to uplift

      Seems so pretty to me....
Written with a lots of efforts..
Next to peers I don't fit in
We may share an age,
but I can't hide the years I have on them within.

eternally awkward
Trying to bridge the gap
between my soul and sin.

I think I've got it,
Then I lose again.
Time after time
Wishing the life I wanted would begin.
Wasting time and feeling,
I'll never see the end.
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