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Mane Omsy Dec 2016
Step with the rhythm you made
The daffodils are still dancing
With a flow, deep rays in between
Through the leaves landing on you
And blows, forcing the past to fade

I'll remember you, I'll be in you
But I can't force them to discontinue
They are strong, dumb sculptures
Yet, ready to put misery on you
To end, and test their ordeals on you

Rise, Oh, the empire of protectors
Mother, brighten the wild with intellect
They will reconquer and set the pace
Where never, we expected peace
Will enlighten on her shoulders
Hold together to protect nature
I do not know what will be my fate
But I am just moving to a blind alley
Whether I am worst or may be great
Whatever is written I have to agree

My God is my savior who saves me
From all embarrassments and all odds
I never mind if I am in whirlwind ,sea
They don't harm if devils are in squads

My God save me and protect my family
We do not have any one else than you
Please make us from all troubles just free
Only you can save us and make us thru

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Yusof Asnan Nov 2016
There was no clock; no watch,
No time as they stood together,
As if time decides to take a break.

The moon was high,
On the dark black sky,
As if the night was the actuall setting for earth time.

Her heart flutters,
Her knees trembles,
As he said "I want to protect you and your fading smile."


-HIY
An excerpt from my dreams
Underland Oct 2016
Why is it so hard to destroy beautiful things?
They aren't innocent.
Not always.
They can be cruel.
Like a poisonous flower,
Or a rushing river.
They are beautiful and we admire them from afar,
But getting too close is dangerous.
It could end you.
But why not end it first?
Pull the flower like its a ****.
Stop the river's flow like it's a gutter.
But we can't.
And why not?
Because it's beautiful,
And there are so few beautiful things left in the world.
So we fight for them,
And we protect them,
Even if they are deadly,
Because they are all we have left.
And if there was no beauty,
No horrible, deadly, beauty,
What would we live for?
Just Melz Aug 2016
This path we all walk alone through our minds
Has the most comforting of hiding spots
Like the trees in nature all around us
We grow our thoughts
We branch out and reach for the horizon
We build up walls
To provide the shade and oxygen we need
To breathe
To have the silence we can only find within ourselves
To continue on this journey with a clear mind
We create ideas within this path
We travel on and bring as much beauty to the world as we can
And yet,
Sometimes the only comfortable solace we have
Is alone,
Just walking down this path
Leal Knowone Jul 2016
I hold you up,
hold you close.
Away from the harms of the inane world
I can not protect you from myself.
I will keep trying to free the Beauty that exist in my mind.
I wish you could get inside, and swim through my thoughts.
float down this stream of consciousness, and blissfully observe the scenery.
You will find many shadowy corners were you may want to tread lightly.
If you traverse these lands,you may make the voyage to the most alluring destinations, were we may find peace.
We can always use a change of scenery
close to me
Phia Jul 2016
I turned myself into an umbrella
To protect you from the rain
But even though you were dry
You still felt the pain
Mikoarenas Jun 2016
I've been to hell and back
I've seen who lives there and I don't want to accompany it

So I live in Your name
I have faith that You will guide me
Protect me and help me
Change me and make me

I don't want to be who I am anymore
So I pray
That one day I can change my thoughts
Delete them and replace them

So I can finally be who You made me to be.
Robby Robinson Jun 2016
I will turn my very
                       bones into a shelter
                                  to protect your
                           heart
         from the storm
                                 inside your
                          mind.

                And as I slowly
                         turn to dust,
                know that I will
                           love you
                      with what little part
                            of me
                                           remains.
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