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dailythoughts Apr 2020
Complete or not,

It shines through every phase,

What a perfect thing with grace.



Stands tall with its glory,

I am sure it has many stories.



My soul retreats to its wilderness,

When the moon is kissed by the sun.

In the pinkish soft sky of dusk,

Another love story has just begun.



The sun might be too bright to understand the darkness,

The moon, however, celebrates its lightness.

In my prayers, I reminisce,

When I see both with bliss.
Argha Wadadar Apr 2020
Staring into the abyss,
I saw the demon,
that tormented me on many sleepless nights.
Now it's staring right at me,
what it wants? I not know,
the plethora of thoughts,
running down my mind.
For the time has come to,
dive deep into it.
The uncertainty frightens me,
it cripples me.
But, I know,
when, I will emerge at the other end,
I will be a changed man.
For now I have to,
dive deep down into the chasm.
a poem to conquer my demons.
Thank you for reading.
دema flutter Apr 2020
she is the sunrise shining from the west,
and he is the sunset that lovers adore,
darkness was her enemy that resided in his mind,
and arrogance never allowed her to stay down,
sometimes,
they cant handle the hours
that keep them apart,
so their colors dim
and tears fall out of the sky
Flynn Apr 2020
Understanding depth
light and dark tandem opposed
Panoptic balance
Flynn Apr 2020
Night's untold beauty
Illuminating darkness
transforms time timeless
alexandra Apr 2020
I do not fear the night.
The darkness that fills my surroundings provides me with comfort.

My mind may wonder,
And my thoughts may be consumed,
But I do not fear the night.

I fear losing you.
You are unpredictable.
I fear you.
I fear that if I lose you,
I will lose myself.

I do not fear the night.
I fear losing myself.

You are like the darkness.
I have lost myself in you.
I fear I will never find an escape.
Ayn Apr 2020
When you gaze into
The darkness inside your soul,
It stares back in you.
I’m tired. About looking into yourself and how when you question the morality of your actions, your actions question your morals or something. I’m too tired to explain it well, sorry.
Ryan Blakeman Apr 2020
Slumped against the wall,
In just a second, my life had been flipped upside-down.
Wails from my sister as she gripped my shirt hard.
The tears staining like water drops on an oil painting.
Looking up from my now squatting position
I see the creature,
Tall, black, and winged, descending down to the track where it happened.
I remember,
Memories passing by at the speed of light,
I always thought that your memories only flew by,
When you yourself met Azrael
Yet here I am,
Blind to the world around me,
Trying desperately to cling to the memories of her
So the angel couldn’t take them away as well.
The tree our family protected had always bared five apples,
But now, one had fallen.
Dropping like a swallow, diving for it’s food.
The cold hard floor seemed almost comforting now. The flap of his wings, causing the tree to shake,
But the other four apples are firmly attached,
each connected to a thick branch,
Each still alive.
All rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Suicide trigger warning
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