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Seema Sep 2017
...and here comes the rain
to sooth my pain away,
cramped from top to toe
aches all around,
nailed to the ground
it's hard to band or bow
yet my feet is taking me slow
drops and drizzles on my head
pitch dark, yes i am scared
but this blissful showers
has refreshed my brain
covering my eyes and body,
reliefing me from this pain
forever from this world
in this dark pit, laying in vain
my name never been called
no one seems to be worried
since i am missing for days
i guess i was just buried
in an easy option ways
but despite my death,
why do i still feel, this pain again
is it because of this rusty chain?
that has cut through my skin
to pin my bones against the spikes
sinking me deep down to spin
and awake, each time the lightening strikes.



©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Aug 2017
I am born
Not made
Yes, a little torn
But I don't need an upgrade

A crack pottery
By natures hand
No luck, no lottery
For it's my life, to mend

Freak, I am not
Bypass my pain
I am just caught
In this delusional, raging vain

Let it rain
My eyes brimmed, tears
Awake and strain
In whirlpool, for many years.


©sim
vanzilla Aug 2017
Let us be lost in love land
and never come back again

Cry for a year and die in vain.

Let us be lost in love land
and never come back again.
a night of horror when closer to an edge
why post hale is frost and sessions ready grow indelibly  
but this graph of tornadic activities is in seasons that link with terror

as these sounds are supposed  
dead by nightfall there in rounds a vacuum as a bog
with the stream in time always lore
that hinds are grouped
and in deep silver rose heart but with matching lines
this cryptic fisher afield puissance
en route to parallel city of god
Elioinai Jul 2017
I look for you here
something in me longs to find myself
hidden in someone's sorrowful words
or adoring lines
I look for a mirror here
as my eyes wait for your name
I want to see myself in blazing colors
Poems from the eyes of another
But selfish never gives me happy
and I stare at my own too much
I'm choosing contentment instead
nora Jul 2017
they tell you it's a weakness to cry
advise you to keep your hurt inside
you foolishly believe their earnest claims
and fold in on yourself in vain
I've just been feeling some things :)
Roisin Jun 2017
pride was her weakness
but then pride caught fire
now her pride is burned

pride was her weakness
but then pride grew tired
now her pride is yearned

pride was a relic of her insanity
her pride, her vanity
hit with reality
she is no longer proud.
Pride - a deadly sin.
Vlassis Jun 2017
Red and white pillows
Linen white sheets
On an empty bed
What a sad picture
to end a promising beginning
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JR Rhine Jun 2017
He said “Cult of Simultaneity”
in such a sultry way
it made we want to kiss him
in that “Gay guys are attracted to me”
sort of way.

An English major taking an
upper level history course
as an elective—

When he smiled at you
in one-on-one conversation
his Irish emerald eyes gleamed between
slits (as he squinted his eyes
in a merry, amiable way).

He wore silk dress shirts and vests
every day with pressed tapered
black dress pants and
gleaming black oxfords.

His well-trimmed red beard
enwreathing the doorway to his mouth
made his lips (full, lush;
I swear they were glossed)—
evermore tantalizing.

I gave him a cute nickname
that was just his name shortened
but with a y, like Jimmy
and Bobby and
I hope he liked it—

He spoke with such finesse
carefully enunciating every syllable
running his tongue smoothly
across his teeth lips and
the roof of his mouth
free of spit and stutter—

every phoneme imbued
with his placid charm,
I ate every crumb
with my eyes glued to him
across the classroom—

Vain and straight,
straight in vain.
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