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Mariah Cuch Jul 2017
Snoring & Farting Bulldog
I'm a coward...

Snoring & Farting Bulldog
I'm a fool...

Snoring & Farting Bulldog
I know your not a man,
But you give me solace
Knowing I'm loved
  Jun 2017 Mariah Cuch
Àŧùl
When all is temporary
Be it happiness or grief,
Why not adapt to blues,
Don't mourn her departure.
Oh Bard, why worry about the grief?
Grief is your permanent partner.
Joy is temporary like shadow.

Afar be the destination,
Is the love from parents any less?
Thorny be the foot sole,
But is your backup any less?
You have your loving companions,
Joy is temporary like shadow.

When there is a grief,
Then are alighted the eye lamps.
In this world full of loneliness,
Do not fear its lonely roads.
At least you have a companion,
Joy is temporary like shadow.
My HP Poem #1609
©Atul Kaushal
  Jun 2017 Mariah Cuch
Apporva Arya
Oh Mine!

Lost in my
mind;
not the woods.
Drowning in my
thoughts;
not the sea.
Mariah Cuch Jun 2017
Creased with tears, her pillow provided coverage from torture...

Kissed by dawn she eased.

In the light of day she could keep it at bay, though her ache grew as if it too followed the sun's journey to day's end...

"Don't leave me!" her pleads called to the west, her light faded like all around her and it crept closer....

Kissed by dusk she retreated.

Curled into darkness she kept him safe within, her pillow offered coverage from torture...

Under blankets of stars serenaded by crickets her ache kindled kept alive and warm, she endured one more night...
Mariah Cuch Jun 2017
The General rarely stood still
Sworn to be unloved

The Geshia the artist to all
Sworn to be unloved

One loyal to one
One loyal to all

When the armor and mask fell
They swore to always love

At dawn she left with her mask
And the General weapt in his armor

Forever unloved forever loved
Mariah Cuch Jun 2017
In
Love
We
Trust
Mariah Cuch Jun 2017
No truer words are spoken except by children...

The boys named her Mirage
Mocked her beauty, marveled at her solidarity.

She only saw them all as a mirage
Distance, untouchable...

Mirage is a beautiful woman, as truthful as any oasis, just as giving.......... just as lonely
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