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 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Mary Ab
Glowing tears of shining hope
Defeating all the current mope ...
Rising from the gates of Hell
The ancient angel Gabriel
He who first locked up the beast
To give the world its time of peace

Now the angel once again
Had the keys in his hands
To loose the beast upon the world
His time has come, his flag unfurled

A thousand years has been given he
By the one who made the keys
But when his reign is finally through
Back through the gates of Hell to his doom

He cannot win and this he knows
His aim to take as many souls
With him when he goes back to Hell
The most beautiful angel, before he fell.
I've never known fear
Though I'm feeling it now
Unsure of my future
Feelings abound

How to proceed
I am at a loss
My compass is spinning
No land have I crossed

Fear a new feeling
To add to my list
I'm not sure I like it
I'll have to fight through this

My chemical happiness
Can't help me now
It's my heart that now ails me
Not sure I can fix this,I don't know how.
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Tiffany
Is this what I get for actually trying
A slap in the face by the one I called mine
I guess this teaches me a lesson
Never let your true feelings shine

I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up
I’d heard the word about you, but I let it go
Why should I believe them, when you said they were lies
Who was I to know you were just putting on a show

When you said forever, I really thought you meant it
I was new to this game of love
I placed all my trust in you, just to have you **** it
Like I was standing on a mountain and felt you shove

One day I’ll move on
These wounds will have healed
But for the rest of my days
My heart will be sealed
#love #brokenheart
There are so many poems
making music
of their own

They are in my
ribcage
beating on my

BONES!

(ouch!)


20W
Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) March 20, 2014
It seems like a pleasant
condition.
But it is so painful!
I keep forgetting
really good ones!
Stars need darkness
to *shine.
We love a good introspection.
A lot of thinking-outside-the-box
a dash of sponaneity with a pinch
of romance.
A lot of pondering, wandering
wondering and pandering.
We crave intimacy and to woo we say,

"Look at my poetry."

Our minds are wired differently.
We tend to see things not as they are
but what they can be.
We are silently affectionate but rarely
spout off our poems in public.
We love deeply, fall hard and
live out our lives according to our
composition books.
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Mohd Arshad
A drop in disposal
Thirst crying------
Loss of the world
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
amrutha
Let your thoughts flow
like a river out of your pen
Don't care if it rhymes
Just make sure you lie within them
Weave them into one fine poem
Again, neither edit nor condemn
Frame it and you will be having
A masterpiece in the end.
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