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#darknight
You can't even hear my screams.. You're haunting all my dreams.. Can I ever get free from your claws? Will you reap me from my grims.. Oh I am the only one crying here.. You always told me not to fear.. Ohh I am running from you all my life.. You are here to kill,heal on your will, My late night devil.. You got your hands all over me.. You closed my eyes,now I can't even see. Broken into pieces by you, Still you want to make me,break me on your will.. My late night devil.. I can hear your steps you take, The small chuckle you always make.. You read my mind but call me fake.. It's my heart and life on the stake.. Made me numb,with your words, I can't even feel.. My late night devil.. I can't bear the pain but can I speak? I am all shattered,but I am still fighting.. Masking my emotions,I am acting.. Can't you hear my plea? Can't you let me go? Can't you let me live or die? Can I ever be free,on my will..? My late night devil..                          By MG Mamta Ghewande
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Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
My Late Night Devil
Give me a wish, or a taste of your burning kiss. Give me a fragment of your existence. Let me put you on display for the world to witness. Holding you up to the dark sky at night, you glimmer and burn a magnificent light.
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
Star
Distance  being longer in the darkness of night, when moon started to brighting up the light. I find myself  twinkled to the dream , cheering the fantasies what we desired. Grasping your hand and having tears on chicks, what distance makes to us ,Yet we still live the dreams.
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Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
#LDR
Welcome to my world Of tragic memories Where green grass gets gold And the tulips blossoms never Blume Welcome to my world Full of waiting and thinking Full of my darkest secrets I keep in a black notebook Hidden away From eyes who wish to see my tragedies Welcome to my world Wondering and finding thinking about humanity Simply Ending Welcome to my world Full of carbon dioxide Species dying off And and the oceans that rise so high I can barely see The cold sun R i s e
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
This is humanity
As you see him fade away Don't lose your hope in him and sway He would come back just for you And he won't mind even if now you are new For this feeling is just so pure Like you are a wound and he is your cure Wait patiently for him even if it gets dark Don't let your doubts in him leave a mark Even in darkest of the nights have faith and stay up strong For you know, when he is around nothing can ever go wrong Leave all your worries and thoughts to him Don't hold back even anything that seems grim Epitome of eternal peace just like a dove He is the only one who would give unconditional love!!
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
To you and back, Moon!
Black shadows, Stifling frown, Crashing down, Hopscotch till dawn. Turn around, Shadows of the sea, All below; dark and deep, Never to be seen, Black bones of the knee, Turn around, Get up my friend, One step down, Two step up, Let's begin, The game of shadows. Turn around, Always a shadow, only you can see. Navya Saini
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Game of Shadows
*Who you are to me Is not what you have always been, All the good things I had yet not seen, The light you have within you And that one little broken piece, Everything's changing now The seed of love –growing into a tree, When I see you, you're always looking at me But you never say, what do you see? The mountains or the dark cave? The bird in a cage, you can't set free? I will keep you safe -keep you here with me You can rest here forever, sit in ease, Our tale is now immortal And you will see -so are we*
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
Concavities
One brusque night, so quiet and dark, Will come creeping in, an angel of God, To steal away the dead, sleeping in the void So they can stand on the left, or the right hand. The curtains will fall so all can listen For what's in the their lives, books were written. The small children whose eyes were closed Will be born again when heaven is opened. For the living souls whose flesh is rotten Written off no good deeds for the chances given That dark day won't be different, when you listen For in your own demises, you all will be forgotten.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Dark Night
Be my dark.. ...................... I surrender to the night dark Hoping for star as a spark One day surely i will restart In the still calm dawn i embark Till the time i wait for the spark Be in my dark be my dark...BE MY DARK
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Be my dark..
Nothing has meaning. Everything is pointless, an inane transient cloud. A single breath of smoke. Think of all the blood and tears that you pour into your work. What do you actually gain from any of your labouring? Generations flourish then fade each one replacing another that passes, leaving no sign they were ever there, only the dirt that fell from their feet. The dawn sun drags itself into the sky then falls back down as dusk comes, repeating its dreary cycle over and over with the same numbing certainty. The wind gusts towards the south then changes and rushes north, mindlessly blowing one way then another, constant in its confused and erratic pursuits. Every drop of water ends in the ocean but the seas are never satiated and so the rivers and streams keep flowing, repeating their tedious cycles again. Every aspect of life inspires apathy and is filled with indescribable monotony. Each dull thing bores the eyes blind and deafens the ears with mundanity. All that has once been will be again. Every single thing that takes place is merely an imitation of another. There is nothing original on earth. Some people might claim or insist that they have something new to offer, but you can guarantee that all it will be is a rehashed and repackaged cliché. All that man achieves will pass away and the supposedly great things that will be accomplished in the future, will also fade into nothingness.
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Nothing Has Meaning (Ecclesiastes 1)