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 Aug 2015 Taya
Sedoo Ashivor
Gail
 Aug 2015 Taya
Sedoo Ashivor
I once received a package in the mail
It was a cute, furry she-dog without a tail
I thought on it, decided to name her Gail
She was so helpful, she took an oath to never fail
One day, during a storm of icy, stinging hail
Gail went on a mission to fetch a precious pail
Trying to swim, she was slower than a snail
She found the pail and boarded it in hopes to sail
But her valiant efforts were to no avail
Under the constant hail fall, she began to quail
And in desperation, she let out a pitiful wail
That night, my beautiful gift went under a rail
I searched and searched, but never found her trail
Full of misery, I sentenced myself for life to jail
The truth is a bitter and harsh medicine

More often concealed than revealed

Which is why  ignorance is truly bliss

As it puts to bay sadness and innocence lost

For those with their eyes shut firmly

And their sensitivity in full bloom

*All you have to do is look at disney


With their sugar coated
Tales of happy endings


Disguising the horrid truths

*Undigestible; of the grim brothers grisly tales.
 Aug 2015 Taya
Rapunzoll
Infinite
 Aug 2015 Taya
Rapunzoll
You dream of someplace
where the men have better
reasons for calling and you
no longer feel so alone.

Where the sun shines
without the inevitability
of the rain, where the skies
aren't blackened by the
smoke of his cigarettes.

You'll exhale the fresh air,
and you won't remember
the colour of his eyes or the
scar above his left brow.

You'll forget how he
smirked when you said
that you loved him.

You're moving on, the
past will no longer suffocate
you with the fragrance of
its cheap perfume, you'll
learn to count the days rather
than to tick them off.

One day you'll step
forward without looking
back and you'll realize
you are infinite and he is
just a glitch in time.
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 Aug 2015 Taya
Rapunzoll
There are parts of me that
lay unrested - they are ghosts
in hallways, they are smoke
suffocating in locked rooms.

Sometimes I can feel
myself fading and it takes
all I have to pull myself
back from the abyss.

I'm walking on ice, yet
to find a stable foothold in
life seems unprecedented.

I still haven't learnt when
my hands began writing
rather than shaking.
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 Aug 2015 Taya
Àŧùl
It is a boon for me.

Lost I have nothing,
Of you I think highly,
Variety I have seen,
Even more remains.

You are the divine Angel,
Our dreams being nurtured,
U**ntold stories of our love.

Loving you is my independence.
My HP Poem #897
©Atul Kaushal
 Aug 2015 Taya
Anya
6th Sense
 Aug 2015 Taya
Anya
I see you too much
I hear you to much
I smell you too much
I taste you too much
I feel you too much

That you became my
6th sense
 Aug 2015 Taya
Arfah Afaqi Zia
10w
 Aug 2015 Taya
Arfah Afaqi Zia
10w
She
untied the knots
those
which existed
in her heart.
 Aug 2015 Taya
ern kingham
"Gay"
 Aug 2015 Taya
ern kingham
I remember the first time someone explained to me what the word gay meant.
We were in middle school
Playing on the swing set behind Stoy Elementary
"He’s so gay," she said
Bitter disgust poured out of her mouth with every syllable
I could not think as to why being happy could be such a horrible thing
And so I asked
My exact words being
“Whats so wrong with being happy?”
Now both my friends looked at me weird
“Don’t you know what gay means?”
“Doesn’t it mean to be happy?”
“You’re such a little kid, gay does not mean happy. Gay is a boy who likes another boy”
I stood there wondering why it mattered so much that a boy liked another boy;
why it was such a distasteful thing.
And why it meant gay couldn’t still mean happy.
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