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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Great choices make ok stories.
Terrible choices make better stories.
Why is it that when someone messes up, that it ends up being betterto read about , so much so that their good deeds end up being overlooked?
Seriously...
Lyn ***
Seema Jul 2018
Stop tracing my heart,
With your ***** finger
I smell blood, on your murderous hands

Get out of my face,
You don't belong here
Your breath smells like of dead

Leave me alone,
I owe nothing to a freezed mind
Not even good words of wisdom

Reap your deeds,
Screams, begging and hurts
Is all I hear, from your silent posture

How many deaths,
And whose paying for all this kills
It's all noted, in the hells receipt

Payback time will come,
Your screams and moans
Will never be enough for those souls...



©sim
Spilling thoughts and imagination. Tho, monsters like this exist in our society. Keep yourself and loved one safe.
Umi Apr 2018
A sea of love,
Hard to find, yet refreshing as the sea of tranquility,
Love blooms on the water's surface, filled with joyful tears,
A moist mare of serenity, coming with the open eye of the heart, to embrace what it holds so dear, sincere, pure and precious,
Free of the cold, the warm water tugs its beloved into the deepness of the ocean, causing them to become lost in this sensational emotion,
Alike a holy place, the sky above is compareable to a sea where clouds inhabit; fluffy and comfortable, made in heaven,
But beware; beware of the mare of storms, the fight to the finish only the ocean of crisis has followed, patience has proven to be the key,
Sometimes, all it takes is an closed eye of love to witness the beauty of this world, beyond measure, may a sea expand in their hearts,
So that they may understand, that even the dark side beholds light,
So that it can be easier to coexist in peace, harmony and serenity,
Free from all what is bad, except the pure fury and hate against the worst of all deeds and of what follows them in this regard,
Maybe then, humans would understand; living is very beautiful


~ Umi
Hussein Dekmak Apr 2018
"You are not fresh", suggested my flesh.
Yet, every gem of my body tells me that I am fresh,
And all the snowflake's songs whisper in my ear that I am fresh!

“You are not fresh", asserted my intellect.
Yet, my deeds have the fragrance of  flowers,
And my thoughts are painted with the color of spring!

“You are not fresh”, sighed my heart.
Yet, my days keep blossoming with joy and happiness,
And my imagination is colored with boyish dreams!

“You are not fresh” whispered my conscience.
Yet, youth is not measured by age, but by the number of smiles
 You draw on people's faces, and the lives you touch!

“You are not fresh” insisted my ego.
Yet, the moon has become more elegant with brightness after long age,
And the sun has revealed more beauty after shining for millions of years!

Hussein Dekmak
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Umi Apr 2018
Fury,
Raging on for the forgetfulness of others, whom have ruined a deed which was to be noble, now erased and never to be fulfilled again,
Know my hatred, I wispered, alike a young child whilst getting lost in a mist, clouding my sight, my thoughts and my hopes to be ever good
For, if I can't be good because of others ruining my precious deeds,
I shall bring darkness myself, so evil, devilish shadows take over,
Unable to protect my heart, once filled with love from the heavens
Unable to open my eyes again which were trapped in misery,
I was killed, then forgotten since a long past,
Worried about what would be then, I laughed, because there was no way I could escape now, the pleasure of the unknown overcame me,
If the sins I had birthed at least could be forgiven, for all that has been done, my heart would sublimate, then finally rest for good,
But my dreams end, here where your brilliant smile begins to rot,
I am but trapped, within layers upon layers of darkness

~ Umi
Seema Apr 2018
I walked in the rain to wash away my pain...
Surely releasing the effort was going in vain...
Rain drops submerges my tears away...
I see the trees supporting in my way...
This feeling of neglect by my loved ones...
Like thousand hands aiming me with guns...
How can I forget the backstabbing deeds...
O what a painful thought stabbed too deep...
Counting my steps towards my house...
Shall I really go in and be with the louse...
An ugly feeling seems to be flooding my mind...
Is my instincts leading me to a hidden land mine...
Shall I really care and abandon my thoughts...
I hoped to move on and will without any family knots...
Today I'm by myself away from glitches of past...
Away from people of such dramatic cast...

©sim
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
My sister is a box of piety,
Tied to obedience to her creator,her priority,
Wrapped in a hijab,plain and simple,
As her way of life,modest and simple.
Layered with prayers which are obligatory,
And recitation  of the Quran,that too, necessary.
There are tightly packed packets of truths followed to the letter,
For to lie is to be a sinner.
Antidotes abstains her from harmful deeds or pleasure,
Fears of incurring His  displeasure.
The bandages of her beliefs are
so strong,
That the path of Almighty does not deter one to do any wrong.
To her, beliefs of the wise,
Are to feel what is in the heart,say it and act likewise.
She has great bundles of charities
Connected to different activities,
All carried out with sincerities,
Be it be  to help a beggar, an orphan or a widow,
She is there to wipe their sorrow.
She has all the kits for the hereafter,
In order to procure heaven ever after.
Seema Feb 2018
Keep your silver,
Keep your gold,
Take your money and keep them all...
You've hurt me, you've hurt my soul...
Turned me cold, said I was getting old...
You gave me tears but now it won't shed...
Knowing the truth, yes you are so bad...
Stop there, stop it right now...
You don't have the rights to call me any how...
Keep my gifts,
Keep my words,
Give them away when you get bored...
The back stabbing from you lashes like sword...
It's okay, carry on with your petty deeds...
Am not bothered as I returned your needs...
Remember karma plays a part to...
Watch your actions, Watch what you do...

©sim
One of my very old poem.
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