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Two ravens are perched on a tree,
One speaks to Death
And the other is never heard
A lonely life we live, the Ravens of the world
ALC Dec 2018
I can't help but fall for you,
over, and over again.
And my heart still smiles,
knowing we weren't meant to make it till the end.
I have known a guy for multiple years now, we have dated but nothing serious has ever happened, yet I feel so connected to him so unexpectedly.
Viktor Vincent Nov 2018
I have already grew fond of the night that grew longer.
This cold in the desert is what I always had.
My storms grew hurricane from the depths of my mind.
Would you hold on to me if the darkness embraces me?

If I became cold as ice,
would your fire thaw me from this agony?
Would the sight of your forgiving smile, keep me warm?

When my stars fell from the sky, would you admire me still?
Do you dare, to make it or break it?

Let me down gently.
As I fear and tremble.

I am ashes produced by a volcano of constant despair.

Hold on to me, as I lose myself from this storm from the pain that which I never shared.

Tell me, do you dare?
Aman Dahiya Oct 2018
I felt fine one October in 2017.
Like how bears yawn out of hibernation
Having missed most of the summer,
My fall came in the form of a doe
A symbol of love that I couldn’t grasp in my hardened palms
Which were only meant for hunting and survival
And not the cuddle beneath the starry skies
But she made me happy
In that month of October
For a moment I had forgotten my howls
And in her twinking eyes lay my silence
When we made love at the edge of a sacred river.
Soon it started to snow
And she was gone, my doe
My eyelids became heavy
Like intoxicated with hallucinating drugs
Sleep came over me
And hibernation lay in my footsteps
Clawing at my foot like a bear trap
Upon waking, my doe was no where in sight
And all I kept wondering was
If it was love or just a long night
Aman Dahiya Oct 2018
I used to hum this song for you, do you remember?
That night when I heard you, my nightingale,
Alone in front of a crowd of thousands that September,
I stood up in joy, the only one cheering like an insane.
What was in your voice,
Erupting in flames,
It reached my heart,
And I found no water to calm it down.
But of course, you know all of this.
My question is : do you remember?
The glint in your eyes has disappeared,
I’m sorry but I check sometimes.
How far have you come?
Is it as far as me?
We started the journey together,
I hope you took the better road.
I still remember you sometimes.
My question is : do you remember me?
Aman Dahiya Sep 2018
The sun was leaving the sky
with beautiful ‘orange' blushes.
We had a long, long road in front of us,
painted with green strokes of beautiful brushes.
Our two tiny figures
walked on and on;
My eyes were feeling her eyes,
her eyes were feeling mine,
Maybe never at the same moment,
but always at the right time.
We talked about many many things on our flight;
about literature and poetry,
about movies and design;
I don’t remember our words,
but I remember her moist beautiful eyes,
my thumping unsettled heart,
and her slightly quivered voice.
I remember how she looked back at me,
how her name spelled life;
and how her rosy lips curved back
into her milky white cheeks.

The sun was leaving the sky
with beautiful orange blushes;
the kind of orange which sparked
with our slightly brushing arms.
We talked about love,
and a little about hope;
but I have to admit
that our words were futile,
for what our eyes did under the dusking sunlight,
the words could only try.
But time has always been time,
for we reached a bus stand on the long, long road
and I knew she had to choose
the red bus home.

The sun was leaving the sky
with beautiful orange blushes;
the kind of orange which flames
over a burning wood;
and like wood did our moment burn,
turning greyer and greyer,
slowly blackening to ashes.
As she boarded the bus,
my hand waved a goodbye;
and I knew in that instant,
my sun had left my life
leaving me with beautiful orange blushes
and a dark, dark sky.
Sarah Aug 2018
We're standing on the opposite shores of a sea made of our differences
And we have no ships to sail across
We lost our love amid that sea
And into its depth
Sank our story and our memories
We were no divers
No swimmers or sailors
We were simple people who were afraid of water
Afraid to leave the safety of the land
And that fear costed us each other
When an earthquack set the land apart
How I wished you could come
Cross a bridge made of love
Plant a kiss on my cheek
And wipe away the farewell tears
But you never did
Nor was I brave enough to do it myself
We should have built a ship
Or overcame our fears and learned to swim
But instead we decided to quit
It is not you to blame
And it is not me
It is just the big blue sea
A sea, and a whole lot of fear.
I was very hesitant about this one so I'd love to hear your opinions
Egeria Litha Aug 2018
They gave me Life

then revealed it was a mistake

They left me to die

swore up and down

and side to side

they had the answer for my afterlife

so abandonment is justified

They cursed our names

repent to Jesus so he takes the blame

Reproduction in vain

Five beings floating in various locations

around the globe

a phantom family visits us at our dinner tables

Reminding us the consequence of being alone
The calm after the storm
The waters have stilled
Time for reflection
Time to be filled

Too much time for some
Weighing heavily on their hands
A novel thing but unwelcome
As they wish they had more plans

Time together
Dramatic and fraught
Sped by, yes,
But them it overwrought

Yet they yearn for this time
As separated they are bereft
Unable to live apart
Unable thus to rest

The solution elusive
The outcome unknown
What to do for the best?
Best leave them alone.
Elizabeth Zenk Aug 2018
Interlaced with each and every word you speak is an unseen arrogance.
Patronizing statements that send anger coursing throughout my fingertips.
You flaunt your beauty,
You flaunt your age,
You flaunt everything you know I lack.
Then, you have the have the nerve to attack me for my failing self-image.
You attack my insecurities with your vanity.
Turning the mirror into an even more dastardly object.
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