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Àŧùl Jan 2015
You may try going,
As far as you can go,
But I know, yes I know.

You are missing me bad,
As far as I may keep trying,
But I know my final destination.

You failed to get me once,
Oh Death, slow death will come,
Immense emotional decay to fill in.

You must be frustrated,
Why does he not just die,
Probably you should concede it.

You can never forget me,
Stop trying it Lady Death,
I have with me my sweet Lady Luck.

You must be tired now,
Why not take some rest,
Probably even you should sleep.

I will die when it's time,
Not now do I plan to die,
Yes, I will when I need to sleep.

Knowing your strength,
I pay you respect truth of life,
I am not questioning your powers.

But what defeats you,
Is your own demon within,
O sole truth of life you get arrogant.

Having taken life for granted,
You refuse to accept defeat by it,
Each current, planned & unplanned life.
My HP Poem #732
©Atul Kaushal
Look this way,
See this feeble smile on my face.
Veins heavy with dwindling gaiety
And badgering vexation.

I was self-destruction
Pulled into grace.
Demons are in everyone,
Not just heathens and rebels.

I envisioned paradise, did you figure?

The barrier was bit by your fangs.


(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/30/10
Revised 9/24/14)
Liz May 2014
Autumn trudgings lurk the air
Searching for a soul to bare
Their weight upon, so heavy
They break from trees in heady
Harmony, brown and sog
Yet crisp in the fog
mist mornings which creep
Into road as an early sun peeps
Above our golden horizon folding into
Faded merry-go- round and blue.
Autumn days are fairly sad
As you wait for dormant trees to sag
And groan
As their coverlets are blown
Onto the soft down
Of concrete frown.
These are the autumn days to me
Brown, melancholy, mahogany.
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
Yesterday was sour, so today will be sweet.
Today was bitter, so tomorrow will be neat.
I just have to hold on tight.
Slide down 1,2,1,2.
And I know I'll be alright,
but fixing this is something I can't do.

I've been cursed a gruesome pain. I must spend odd days feeling insane. But even, my smile will be on the other days. Still is it worth the tragedy it pays? If I could run from fate, I wouldn't wait. I'd go so far away. I wouldn't look back any day.
I was writing, but I'm sick and sleepy, so I don't know if it's good or not.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
A wicked woman told my love, "**** him and you will be free."
My love paused, and the wicked woman's old twig of a finger pointed off to me.
Love walked to me with tearful eyes, as if she had no choice.
I smiled wryly and told her in the softness of my voice, "Let it be done, and be free.
No sword is long enough to show my love for thee. No dagger, short enough to match my heart's beat.
So please my love, take your choice of my death. Choose what would be fit."
She didn't hesitate, just cry. She, slowly lifting a mirror from the dust.
I don't know why I felt I must, but I wiped the tears away just to savor her touch.
I looked into her sad blue eyes, just for one more glance. Then I shut my own.
I could feel her lift the mirror, this was her chance, let it be known.
A crashing blankness came down on me, soon after the last things I heard.
"I'm moving up, and you're moving down." These were her last words.
I didn't understand them then, but now I think I know.
She will one day be in the warm light, while I'm still stuck in the cold indigo.
I'd always run up the down escalator, like a crazy kid.
She always said, one day I'd trip.
And now I finally did.
Daylight 4U2C Mar 2014
I can't do this anymore.

HELP!                                                        I'm falling apart on the floor.

Sleeping has become my only score.

I've can't even cry.
                                                                      Must be strong for the poor.

I'm okay on the outside.
                                                                   I'm crashing down in the core.

Tell me "It's okay."
                                                          Let me blindly love tomorrow's day.

I want to speak,
                                                  but sometimes, there's nothing left to say.

I want to smile..
                                                    ..but no..
                                                                                               I'm not okay.
I'll never admit it.
                                                                                      I fall apart everyday.

I was heading to "Out The Window",
                                                                        but hit a *** hole on the way.

Am I even trying?
         Why am I always lying-
                                                ..on this floor..
begging,
pleading,
stressing,
for more than I have the courage                                        ..to ask for?..
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