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 Aug 29 Amisha priya
Arii
If I turned to you
With the moon and stars
In my eyes

Would you look back at me
With the inky night sky?

If I chased the sun
With a burning pride

Would you follow
Right behind?

If I made the trek
Up to mountainous
Peaks

Would you stay at the bottom
Or
Come with me?

If I walked down
a different
Path

Than you’ll take

Would you follow
Or stray away?

Would you
Stray
Away?
Different people, different walks of life.
 Aug 20 Amisha priya
Nyx
I've been seeing more shooting stars lately
Lately as in the past three years
Maybe it's because I'm out here
At nighttime, slowing my car down on a country road
and turning off my lights
So I can see the sky better
Making sure there aren't any stars blazing in my rearview.
In the deepest affliction
the sufferer gains sharp insight
into the truth of life
that far transcends reason
Like the last falling rose in winter
lonely and silently I'll wither and die
but new ones will replenish the earth
and adorn the meadow 'neath a benign sky

if you've trusted and understood me
you'll be assured that I'll still abide
in your ever faithful heart
where love will eternally reside
I remember the pain—
knowing that you spoke lies,
controlled me with fear,
told others of your sins
while painting me as the villain.

You broke me
over and over and over.
I flinch at hugs.
I cry with loss—
loss of my heart.

You broke me.
I am barely a person,
shaped by the pain you caused.
I nearly took that final step

because you needed control,
needed to lash out, to hurt me.
You told others it was me—
that I caused the pain you inflicted.

You paint yourself as a victim.
I barely survived.
You continue your actions,
wallowing in false sympathy.

I bare my pain
through my poems.
Lying in the dark
16 year old girl
Many years ago
Holding a portable radio
To ones ear
Listening to music
Rocking to the beat
Imagining far away places
Feet moving to the beat
Eyes closed
Letting the clouds of sleep
Approach as I listen to the
radio
Rockin to the beat
In the darkness
Your dreams were well known.
Mine came with little fanfare.
Silent victory.
Victory - you say
You fail once and they shout hell
Indeed, its silent
It was the haiku i commented on one of the Lynn Stillman's haiku to react on it and I was like woah! It's cool. Let's post it.
 Aug 20 Amisha priya
Teesha
Once there was a girl
Who was as beautiful as a shining pearl.

She was her father’s princess,
And for her mother, an ocean of happiness.

Her angelic smile was contagious.
Amidst her laughter and giggles, she was a genius.

She would paint and play all day—
“A chirpy little girl,” they would say.

One day, suddenly, her life changed;
A storm came by, unexplained.

She stood there strong at the age of seven,
When people her age live in heaven.

The storm went by after a year,
and left her shattered in tears.

Her mind was flooded with memories that were bad;
She ceased to smile, as she was sad.

The misery did not end there—
Another storm could be sensed in the air.

She endured that too, silently;
Her mind was left with another bad memory.

The storms ceased to leave her,
And the memories became even more bitter.

But she managed it all so well—
No one knew she was living in hell.

But one day, she could take it no longer.
She decided to give up, not knowing she was stronger.

She now turned to medication and pills,
because she could no longer deal with the ills.

Suddenly, on her darkest night,
She found her brightest light.

What brought in the brightest light?
The realisation that she could fight.
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