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 Nov 2014 Sasha Ranganath
Janessa
Alone…
Soul searching…    
Gazing upon the sky
Looking out, wondering          
Will there ever be

Time
Keeps running  
As I watch the sun goes down
Looking out, wondering          
Will there ever be


the angel who could save me
The one who'll make me feel                                                            
­Im hopeless and I need your light
Only you can save me


Shadows
Comes and chase me
And leads me to the dark
Screaming out, running wild
Till you came for me

Chains
Around me
Sinking in emptiness
Screaming out, running wild
Till you came for me

the angel who could save me
The one who'll make me feel                                                            
­Im hopeless and I need your light
Only you can save me
**https://soundcloud.com/darksideamy/an-angel** - I recorded this one, originally the title of this poem is "An Angel" but a friend of mine told me that the title was so common. I know, the guitar was poorly executed ( I'm trying ). That same friend of mine whose been helping me with the guitars saw the original lyrics and told me that some of it doesn't sound right. I gave him permission to edit the lyrics, but I kinda didn't like the way his edited version so this song end up unfinished.

Hope you like it :D
This is For Poet
I find delight
in those who engage
in limitless moments of
Expression

so watch
my prose
dye this page
to life
as i write a tribute
to poet


Who else can take life’s
most valuable lessons
turn them into a
collection of words
Bled
from soul?

this IS for you poet

from whom
life’s greatest lessons
gleam from their faces
always and forever
never hidden

a permanent tattoo

I ink as I speak
life’s truths
to each of you

Dearest poet,

Thank You
for your gift
expression

Your souls
cast
under the glaring light
of perception

as they smother
it
with meager understanding
confined by society's  definition
of norm

locked minds
try to find meaning.


This is for poet

fearlessly fearful

never questions the words
we ourselves barely make
sense of

as we expose
our deepest held truths
hoping that someone
will misunderstand us
enough
to find clarity
in their own depression

This is For YOU poet

Vulnerability?
we have
NO choice
our passion seeps
like a perfume

always naked
our thoughts
gleam on our skin
offering no barrier between us and them

This is for TEOP

Keep Writing
There is light in your pen
Being a Poet isn't easy. It requires the deepest form of honesty with self. Then the world. I understand and appreciate our strength. So I'd like to thank you. Special thank you to Pamela Rae whose piece inspired this poem.
Some days I can't stop thinking about you and some days I wonder why I start.
{bcg}
when you hear your alarm go off the first time,
and then the second time,
and the third you finally open your eyes to
find yourself surrounded by the same four walls as yesterday -
it's okay if you press snooze again.
it's okay to go back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you're putting on your mascara,
and then your eyeliner,
and all the other crap that makes you feel pretty -
it's okay if you cry it all off.
it's okay to go back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you're putting on your favourite jeans,
and your comfy sweater,
and they just don't fit the same as they used to
because you're not the same as you once were -
it's okay to try something different.
it's also okay to just go back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you're walking down the hallway to your first class,
and then your second one and it's all just as dreadful,
and you can't concentrate on anything other than
just picking up one foot after the other, just getting there -
it's okay to just be present physically for today, if that's all you can manage.
but maybe, it would be okay if you just went back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you get home and your mom calls you for dinner,
once, twice, and three times,
but you're just not hungry and you're not sure you can
keep up the stone face you've been wearing all day -
it's okay to ask her to save some for you to have later.
just go back to bed, just give yourself some room to breathe.

but  you don't.

every day, you fight the same battle.
and if it feels like you're not making any progress,
just remember that you didn't go back to bed -
and you could have -

**but you didn't.
 Nov 2014 Sasha Ranganath
Rigby
I noticed how short your nails were
and that you tried to brush out the cow licks in your hair
and I noticed how you grind your teeth when you dream
and how you would jump at the slightest sound
and I noticed that your favorite colors were blue and black and green.

but you only noticed how pink my lips were
and you only noticed how soft my knees were
and you only noticed how I would give you anything if you didn't ask
and you only noticed what you wanted to know and not what you wanted to wonder

but i wonder if you felt the scars on my thighs as you slid your hand passed them
and i wonder if you heard the nervous chuckles when i came up for air
and i wonder if you remember that my eyes are blue and green and my heart is black and i wanted to be your favorite because parts of me are broken and i wanted you to wonder why.
I'm struggling with guilt
After leaving lipstick on your collar
And hickeys on your shoulder
 Nov 2014 Sasha Ranganath
B M
Life takes me to odd places
You were one of them
From the time that I met you
I knew it would be different
It’s okay if you are into someone else
The heart wants what the heart wants
And I am positive about this
With my experiences with you
I learned more about myself
Than I thought I would
I learned that I am brave
Or at least capable of being so
I learned that deep down inside
I’m positive as ****
And
I learned that you can find friends
In the most unlikely places
Thank you for the memories
They were pretty great
And I hope that we make more
he likes someone else and i'm oddly okay with that
 Nov 2014 Sasha Ranganath
Satsuki
It's not that I don't trust you
It's just memories of the past
Warn me not to
Remember me as you pass by,
As you are now, so once was I,
As I am now, so you must be,
Prepare for death and follow me.
The original of this epitaph appeared in a European monastery, the verse is often rewritten in various forms on tomb and grave stones.
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