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245 · May 2018
Riding into darkness
I'M ON MY HARNESS
OVER MY HORSE
RIDING INTO DARKNESS
TO A PLACE WHERE THE STARS CLONE
TO A PLACE WHERE THE COSMOS FADES
I'M RIDING TO THE VALLEY OF NO EXISTENCE
AS I RIDE THROUGH THE DARK DESSERTS
THE WINDS BLOW
AND THE SANDS FLOW
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING
AS I GO THE STARS FAY
THE SKY FADES AWAY
AND THE TIME GOES OUT OF SWAY
LOST
I'M LOST
LOST FROM EXISTENCE
WITHOUT ANY REPENTANCE
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227 · Oct 2018
Escaping
Escaping home
in your car
under a sky full of stars
We know we are wrong
& they are right
We shouldn't have gone with them
on a fight
But who cares
Coz right now
We are having fun
here on your white sedan.
We are on a trip when
the whole world is falling asleep.
You and I are here on a rebel.
But we don't know
if we are stable.
Let's carry on this fight.
They cannot touch us if
we are close and tight.
Unfinished
#hp
197 · May 2018
SACRIFICING MY POEMS
MANY POEMS DID COME IN MY HEAD
AT NIGHT WHEN I WAS IN MY BED
POEMS ABOUT YOU AND ME
POEMS ABOUT US
BUT I DIDN'T WRITE THEM BECAUSE OF YOU
MY POEMS WOULD HAVE REVEALED YOU
REVEALED US
WHICH WOULD BE WRONG
AND DETACHED ME FROM YOU
SO I KEPT ON SACRIFICING MY POEMS
JUST FOR YOU
SO THAT WE CAN REMAIN US
176 · Jun 2018
DIVE
I SEE THE BLUE OCEAN
UNDER THE NIGHT SKY
SO DEEP SO BLUE
THAT IT LEAVES ME WITH
NO CLUE
ABOUT
WHERE SHOULD I DIVE
WHERE SHOULD I GO
SPLASH
I DIVE INTO THE BLUE
THE OCEAN SO DARK
AS LIKE A HEAVY HEART
AS LIKE A DARKENED NIGHTMARE
AS LIKE THE LONELY DESSERT
SURROUNDED BY THE DARKEST
COSMOS
BUT
WITH LIFE
WITH CHARM
WITH BEAUTY
AND BLUE
UNDERWATER IS LIFE
WISH I COULD STAY
HERE FOREVER.
PLEASE ADD SOME COMMENTS.THIS POEM   REALLY CAME FROM THE OCEAN INSIDE ME
168 · May 2018
ALONE
THE STARS THERE
THE CITY LIGHTS ON
AND I'M ALL ALONE
WITH
THE DARKNESS PRESENT
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161 · Apr 2018
A Dark Glare
Silence!
A black view,
everything  new.
A shooting star,
across our car.
Four eyes;
Wandering the skies.
Two heads,
out of beds.
Waiting to recieve,
something massive.
Suddenly!
A scatterring glare,
of a known hair.
Blocking the way,
of the moon's ray
Scatterring the sky,
in my eye.
A silky feeling,
around my face.
Moving my,
body's haze.
A sudden,
breeze moved her hair.
Letting the moon again glare.
Suddenly,
two shots.
Across our hearts,
flooding the road of our bloods.
We fell over our ends,
in the same trend.
That's how our lives end.
my first poem
160 · May 2018
STARRY NIGHT
STARRY NIGHT
WANTED YOU IN THE STARRY NIGHT
WAITED FOR YOU THE WHOLE NIGHT
THOUGHT I WOULD LEAVE YOU IF I LEFT
SO I STAYED
COUNTING THE STARS ALONE, BEFORE TWILIGHT
SEEING THE GLIMPSE OF YOU IN THE SKY
158 · Apr 2018
FAR AND ASTRAY
ALONE IN THE NIGHT
LONELY AND AWAY
THE MOON AND THE STARS
WITH ALL THEIR RAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
THE OCEANS AWAY AND
THE SKIES TO FAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
THE COMING SUN'S RAY AND
THE COMING DAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
THE NYMPHS ACROSS THE CAY AND
THE MERMAIDS UNDER THE BAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
EVERYTHING ON MY WAY
ALONG THE BAY AND
ACROSS THE CAY IS
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
149 · Oct 2018
Me
Me
Who am I?
the pessimistic poet sitting in the corner?
or
the guy making his life better?
well I'm what you make me.
actually you make the difference.
all the good times we had
the jokes we made
the cars we rode
the nights we made out
and the kisses we had
makes me better & takes me further.
but
the lies we told to look cool
the shyness we had
the fights we fought
the chances we missed
and the day you left
and now you are gone
make me the pessimistic poet
I am.
148 · Jul 2018
MORE ?
MORE ?
WHAT IS IT?
WELL COMING FROM
THE POET OF THE DARKNESS
IT IS NOTHING BUT A CORE.
CORE OF WHAT?
DISAPPOINTMENT!
THE ****** CULPRIT
BORN OF GUILT AND HUNGER
ALWAYS HEATING UP THE
POET'S MIND
MAKING HIM LOOK LIKE A FOOL
WITH A HAND OF VERSES
AND A FACE OF SHAME
CAUSE PEOPLE SAY
THE POETS AREN'T BORN
THEY ARE MADE
OF
PEOPLE NOT LIKE
YOU.
OH GOD! ITS A SHAME.
SO FROM THE POET OF THE DARKNESS
MORE IS A LIE DROPPING
YOU LIKE A RORE
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147 · Oct 2018
Walls
They are made by you.
So that they can defend you
So that they can stand for you
So that they can stand between us
But it can change fast because
Their standing for Troy didn’t last.
  
They are the walls……………

So what are they?
Metaphor for life hereafter
Or,
Just dividers
Or,
Maybe they are your limit,
that makes you a human, lower to God.
Why?
Cause they just stand tall to block you
from god’s view.
Well that’s all in a poet’s mind.

Maybe they are just protectors, barriers of privacy
But broken by lovers like.
So “walls”, they are just
            created to keep apotheosis
                    and
            Fragile to love.
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140 · Apr 2018
A Rendezvous with Rain
MY RENDEZVOUS WITH RAIN IS A DIFFERENT TALE
IT GOES LIKE THIS AS I TELL,
CLOUDS STARTED TO GATHER AS THE LIGHTS WANED
IT WAS THE EVENING WHEN THE RAIN
I NEVER SAW FELL ON THE RAVINE BY
MY HOUSE.
THE BIRDS ON THE TREE WERE THERE
AND THE SKY WAS EMPTY WITH NOTHING
BUT THE CLOUDS.
LIFE GOT FAINED
AS IT RAINED AROUND.
I WAS IN DELIGHT WATCHING THE RAIN
AS IT WAS WASHING MY  PAIN.
THUNDER ROARED SCATTERING THE SKY
SOUNDING LIKE THE SKY CRYING HIGH.
AS THE RAIN DRIZZLED BY
THE NIGHTJAYS STARTED TO COME BY
IT GAVE ME A NEW LOVE A NEW TREND
THANK YOU RAIN MY NEW FRIEND.
my first poem on rain
131 · Jul 2018
DRY LIPS
SHE'S
SLIM FACED
WITH A DEATH GAZE.
HER
EYES OPEN
PALE FACE.
SHE'S
SAD FACED
DEPRESSED.
HER
LIPS DRY
WITH NO TASTE.
NO GOD.
NO FRIENDS.
SHE'S
ALL ALONE BY THE BENCH.
TEAR DROPS
FALLING DOWN
KISSING HER FRECKLES
PALE BROWN.
JUST LIKE
THE ONES SHE USED TO GET
AFTER ESCAPED GRADE EIGHT.
BUT NOTHING'S NOW
WITH HER.
SHE'S STANDING
ALL ALONE LOOKING
FAR.
129 · May 2018
Strings of God
SMOKING
SMOKING CIGARETTES
THINKING AND THINKING
MY EYES ARE NOT BLINKING ANYMORE
MY HAND ON MY PEN
THE OTHER HAND ON COFEE
I FEEL CAFFEINE IN MY BRAIN
SMOKES ALL AROUND AND TIME PAST ME
I'M LOOKING FOR A PLACE WHERE I CAN BE
MAYBE AN OAK TREE
OR
MAYBE A NIGHT FOR ME
SUDDENLY LOSS OF THOUGHT
I CANNOT BE
I'M NOT A GOD , A DEITY
CAUSE I'M ON THE STRINGS OF GOD
FROM WHERE I WANT TO BE FREE

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