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over feeling under the weather
whether we're together or not.
overcast skies weep outside,
my tinted window pane
stops the sun from burning
any feeling into my skin.
i'll blame the heavens for everything
they've opened up and gave me floods
when i wished to bask in love.
the sun and her love are not enough.
i turn in bed relentlessly
like i've dug my grave with pillowcases
and brushed cotton sheets.
i turn in bed to find her back to me,
and i can't feel her breathe.
Seema Sep 2017
One day I will go in a deep sleep
Without troubling anybody
Death will leap to my soul and keep
No cries, no weeps, I envy nobody

Fallen, strangled, struggled, broken
All laughs mock, my life got in trouble
Beaten, taken, unheard when spoken
Pricked and stung like a ***** bubble

Tried and pained, laying in stains
Couple more hours before I sleep
Under this tree, soon when it rains
All my painful miseries, it will sweep

These bed of leaves, serves as my grave
A perfect funeral, with heavenly showers
I, to was once energetic and brave
But what can a God do, without its powers...*


©sim
Words from a tired mind :)
Sammie Sep 2017
You ask me why!?
Why do I always cry!?
"Just be brave
N tell me what you crave",
Is what you have to say at last
So..you see..this is my crew n cast
You see, I crave for that light
Even when it is mid-night
I long for that gentle breeze
Even when here it just freeze
I seek that rushing wave
Even at that calm grave
I wish for that dance
So graceful in France
To see those beautiful loving eyes
Watching those, love just arise
Those mid-night blues
And the lovely dew
To be right next to you
Even without giving you a clue
Arcassin B Sep 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


Want to live a life,
Make a sacrifice,
Don't be a Gemini,
I hope that you decide,
Don't be young and die,
People are too nice,
man i wonder why?
I'll always be on your side.

Tired of being stepped on in every place i am,
like peanut butter covered ******* without the jam,
Tired of being broke and having nothing on my own,
I swear on my own grave that i will at least atone,
gonna miss me when I'm gone,
memories just leaves me stunned,
waking up late every morning just to see the noon sun,
but it rains.
but it will ease some of the pain.

I know all the memories,
nowadays don't occur to me,
theres some hope out in the sea, feel the breeze,
i ain't ever going home. I like being on my own,

Want to live a life,
Make a sacrifice,
Don't be a Gemini,
I hope that you decide,
Don't be young and die,
People are too nice,
man i wonder why?
I'll always be on your side.

Tired of being stepped on in every place i am,
like peanut butter covered ******* without the jam,
Tired of being broke and having nothing on my own,
I swear on my own grave that i will at least atone.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/09/flame-10.html
Pagan Paul Aug 2017
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A grieving woman stands alone
by the grave of a friend departed.
In the relentless blistering cold
of a day that should never have started.

As tears roll down her ruddy cheeks
mourning the loss of a friend released,
the memories of her life are sad,
the pain has gone, the pain has ceased.

So all that's left for the grieving woman
are a grave and memories to recall.
As she turns to face the world once more
she sees a leaf from an Oak tree fall.


© Pagan Paul (2017)
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Seema Aug 2017
If I get shot by them-
And you run away
Please come back for me-
I would be dead by then
So do pick me up
And lay me down-
In the depths of the earth
Where I've been shot
By my very own-
Bury me deep with flowers
And some scented seeds
So when the rain showers
These seeds would grow
Bestowing my fragrance
In the blooming gems-  
Decorating my grave
Just admire them-
Ask me if you do need them-
So my thorns shall not ***** you
Don't ****** and make me bleed
Atleast respect my love for you...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Aug 2017
A broken jar
I fixed when fell
From a far
No one can tell

A broken heart
I tried to fix
But part by part
It all got mixed

A birds feather
I tried to catch
It blew off further
In the thorn patch

A child's cry
Weakened my soul
I went close by
His leg stuck in a hole

A set of painful eyes
Watched me through
An angel in disguise
Yes, that's true

I am quite broken
But I am strong
I am not a token
Don't take me wrong

My love is in my smile
Like a tombstone on a grave
I think for a short while
Then just smile and wave...


©sim
Smile, even when you think your life is sinking.
Lady ꓘ Aug 2017
You with those Eiffel Tower legs and your porcelain backbones.
You with the stargazed eyes that look at me like I'm made of wonder.
I invite you to relax with me tonight, to get out of those knee-deep graves.
You will not find my heart buried there.
I admire your dedication but when I told you my heart was in hell,
I meant I was the only one
who can bring it back.
lex Aug 2017
the dusty fake flowers
on the grave
remind me of
how i thought you were eternal
i miss you greatly but i can't do anything about it
Seema Aug 2017
I was suffocating in my grave
So I sat up on my tombstone
All others seemed to be sleeping
Only I was sitting all alone

A soulless spirit of a dead
Is what I have become
After meeting with my death
I became useless and numb

My body lay covered in blood
And went unnoticed for hours
Till then rigormortis started
Wilting like the fallen flowers

I was stabbed multiple times
Before being thrown in the drain
Robbers snatched everything
And left me dead in the rain

It surely was not my death call,
To die early than my actual time
Now I dwell in this spirit form
Remembering the hideous crime...


©sim
God is watching!
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