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My
MY valor is my doubt,
     His Love is my fear,
My utmost qualities -
     To him; lowly appear.

Lest I improve,
     For his beloved need;
The highest King -
     Shall speak his loving creed.

Chain me to my abhorrent abode,
     Of his discontent -
At the Altar of the church,
     Unto my sacrament.
all systems down.
this plane will have to fly itself.
SoulSurvivor... OUT.
The demand keeps the cranks turning on the accidental machine that I've built. Well oiled and free-flowing, it taxes my body instead of my wallet. Text messages, lies, and colours that fly. Maybe I should have read the instruction manual first.

*djm
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
Emma A
that first night, you danced with me
and everybody looked at us like we were crazy
and maybe we were
but we were too dizzy with the excitement
of what came next for us
to even notice
or care
about the rest of them
and now that you're gone
I dance alone
and I think about that night
and I think about you
and I think about how quickly
things fell apart
since the night we danced.
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
JP
her loss
filled my mind
never felt alone
but sometimes
when I'm happy..
I drowned my will to live
in the bathtub across the hall
It didn't put up much of a fight
It didn't seem to mind much at all
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
Onoma
A multitude of faces
choir in various
states of grace.
They must be shown
to their respective
mirror, if multiplicity
should cease.
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
Sombro
I sought out
A girl whom I could envy
I sought in
A feeling I could control.

Laughing meltwater laughter
Skimming stones with skipping feet
All together
As if nothing were the same as others.

I sought out
A bond forged in experience
I brought in a little less control
I found myself drawn

To just one more hug.

Don't let's go, don't let's be
It's not as simple
As love and hate
For I was not free

I hold your hand and
Feel the shackles
I stroke your hair and
Feel the web.
Sticky.

I look at my feet
As I trot beside you and
I'm led by sticks and carrots
By my endless want for something
You'll have to go away to give me.
A poem for someone, that much is understood.
Lets not forget
Just what love is
Love's not receiving
Love only gives

It's the only water
That flows up hill
The more you pour out
The more you are filled
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