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Anger fills my visions now
Bottled with such a hate
That i plod along somehow
Yet this life's my debate
With scars of pain that hideaway
And lies which hold you at length
So you're ruined words are grey
Now i try to pull together a strength
To carry on with these days
Oh the dark of deep thought
Carry me away like always
With slashes of skin so taut
My failings as a mortal soul
Surely i belong to the world below
My heart rarely ever whole
Now this body melts like falling snow
I feel the traps close shut
And these nails hammered tight
Struggle my body does not to bleed form that cut
Begging for the rise of deadly delight
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Louise
I fantasise when awake
and dream of you when asleep
Thinking of all the promises
we didn't have a chance to keep
You don't even know I still miss you
how could you realise what you meant
I often reminisce
about those fleeting moments spent
absorbed in each other
wrapped in delicious dreams
lover of my mind
only you could see
But these dreams don't happen
frequently enough for me
I'm still lacking all that you took
even now, it seems
Wishing as I sleep
for just a glimpse of you
my dreams are then paradise
and you are the man that I knew
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Louise
We felt so young
never knew what would become
I'll never forget, I'll always remember

Seasons came and went
passionate nights we spent
never saw the daylight of December

So many memories we'll share
through life's journey without a care
You, my love, I'll always remember

Never did I think for a moment
my heaving heart you would torment
when you vanished in September
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Emily Joyce
I always get asked why I read so much and the answer is simple really.
Its because I can escape to live and breath as someone else if only for a short amount of time.
When I'm reading I can breath again and all my problem just disappear as the word on the pages of this magnificent creation fill my mind.
Like my own personal movie acting itself out inside my head.
I read because while I may be losing my house and worrying about every little detail, Becca is moving on to college and a newer, sweeter better life. I read because even though I know its not real it still feels like it for a blissfuly small amount of time.
But really I read most of all because I love to read and the value of books, at least to me, could never be put into words.
I love to read.
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
M H
I am the generation of the now
One liners and snippets of motivational text
The rocket fuel to propel minds into the unknown
With direction serving as an irrelevant afterthought;
Charge full on into the unknown with passion and guns blazing
The formula of operations:
Speak loudly and carry a big stick
=
Scream over and bludgeon opposing views.
Flash and pizzazz the filling substitutes for longevity and wisdom
Trumpet yourself and everyone will take notice
--a catchy jingle and an outrageous stunt
What can be better than being a ***** to advertising?
I want the world, I want it now
Better yet make it yesterday, last week, last year
Nothing will satisfy but everything with a little more on top.
Generation flash has the answers
Printed on neon t-shirts selling for twenty five bucks
Did you get yours yet?
Flash a smile
Or fake a laugh
And move on forward
Because it will all be in the past;
Someday.
Someway.
Somehow.
Before it's too late
And your emotions get the best of you
And your head stops spinning
From all of the thoughts that they fill it with
And the pain you can't hide
Anymore.
Without the evidence on your sleeves
How is anyone supposed to believe
That you're a mess on the inside of your head
And out?
Watching the sun rise over the place where I live was a very peaceful sight.
I read somewhere that the artists call the twilight hour the color hour;I never understood why.. But now, I do.
Imagine yourself as you stand on the terrace of your house, a light cool breeze plays with your hair making it blow, the sky's all dark,with a few stars twinkling here and there.
And as you watch the previously pitch black sky gets a light blue ray of light;like an artist's stroke of light blue paint over a black color canvas. The long dead stars that are still visible burn even more brightly at this time and just as you're watching, a few more rays appear dancing in the sky. You hear the birds chirp in the background but all your attention is diverted towards the scene that is playing in front you. The light blue rays, combine with the other rays of different colors; mauve,dark purple,dark blue,yellow,orange and many others, combining into a perfect blur. Then suddenly the yellow color takes over the sky with the orange highlights and the stars disappear, their glow overpowered by the magical glow of the sun.
You can see some birds fly here and there which is weird-- since they're aren't a lot of birds here.
Then, from behind the silhouetted figure of the houses in front you, the big ball of light appears,illuminating the streets of Askari XVI that look just ordinary during the day.
And that Is when vans,busses, and cars  rumble on the streets as life continues the way it must-- The way it does. Unaware of the beauty that rises and sets everyday.
There is a plank that’s said
To be tacked above my head:
Childish, loser, lazy, annoying,
Incapable, lost, slob, boring

I know, I see,
I understand, I agree.
With tons of effort, for the longest time, I try
Fact: I can and have done so, Easy.

But it’s a tough climb when on me
Are eyes with recognition from many
And their mouths or thoughts open; maybe:
He has 2 sides... A Fakie!
Awkward

Perhaps, perhaps, I think plenty
Flooding in, Negativity
Drowning my rationality
Of an outcome that’s… Pretty?
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
circus clown
here i am

gripping my pen
tight enough to
turn my knuckles
white

while trying
to write about
letting go
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
witchy woman
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
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