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hami Oct 2017
I found a treasure box that filled with dusks
that doesn't have a golds or diamonds on it,
but got a simple antiquated photographs
that displayed what occurred on my past life.

The rainbow by refraction of the sun's rays
the times that there's no great challenges
positivity is just living at heart of my personify—
illusory of hope's beauty can make me satisfy.

The star that origin from the southeastern part
the vis-à-vis of waking up and talk to my friends,
counting one to ten while my eyes are closed
seeking their wonderful visages with a curve.

Those flowers in the yard that starts to bloom,
taking it and say he loves me or he loves me not
while eating some soil and collecting the petals,
marked a colourful stains on my vesture.

The moon's gloom that guide me to my home
after a almost a day of playing out-of-door,
and everything will start again tomorrow
but all of what happened is now a part of yore.
5th Poem! Hope you'll like it.
hami Oct 2017
Every maiden should severe their wrist
to taste the blood of supremacy that obscure
by the darkened green of connecting veins
like a circled labyrinth that blended with lies—
and hiding the things that they should know.

The reason why they are still living with fear;
fear of touching the grayish blade of the sword
fear of seeing Hades or the gloomy underworld
fear of wearing metallic suit from head to toe
fear of showing braveness and fight like a girl.

Are they afraid to die and meet the hell?
the hell— what's the comparison and contrast
of their living world from the underworld?

I, Athene, the Goddess of Intelligence
can able to answer it with my ruthless words;
nothing—there's no difference between the two
due of their world that filled with darkness too.

So you, mortal, listen to the words of wisdom
it's not bad to taste the red liquid of the art
in your personify that pumped by your heart
telling you to craft it into phrases in your skin
so that you'll know the importance of the pain.

Stand up, use your voice and rule your city
girls are not just girls, would you believe me?
if you don't trust me then learn how I fight
for a resplendent city that named after me
feminism is not a bad thing, young lady—
it's your voice to have freedom and equality.

I''ll end this message with a simple question
would you mind to stick with my footmark
or you'll just go and follow the wrong path?
Mythology inspired! My fourth poem <3 Hope you'll like it yay
hami Oct 2017
Never trust a person
if he said that he'll took
the stars and moon for you—
you deserve his universe
not his syrupy metaphors.
Third Poem <3 Hope you'll like it!
hami Oct 2017
She's living inside the dreary area
where she can't capable to visualize
those contrastive timbres of the rainbow
due of being concealed by the dusky clouds
with yelling thunderstorm that splash a words
that more barreled than the body of sword.

Shadows of people are not people anymore
but change into the shapes of cat and dog
murmuring when they see another creature
as they grinned their teeth with I'll nature
especially her that marked as a ghost
invisible when done something obedient
but mostly the essence of the bundled optics
whenever she's walking in the world street.

Considered as the ruler of torment
by being herself against the antique paper
Tongues are used to walk besides her—
saying religious words but in devilish way,
forming a cycle of a world's new theory—
the inequality with other personality.
Second Poem <3 Hope you'll like it
hami Oct 2017
Tiptoe travelling while
going upstairs of the building,
her snowy dress is waving
as she act like a ballerina.

Dancing at the rooftop
corners then go to the area
while sensing at the stars
in the gloomy resplendent sky
that wrought like a shape
of her perish love one.

The soul who cognizance
the presence of paradise—
jealous she, who's troubled
due of lifting the memoirs.

"Am I born just to cry
and suffer for all the years?" ,
she shouted at the atmosphere
with her soaked eyes.

No one answered—
just only the echoes of her voice;
lost, depression and solitary
are what she sensed
until there's a melody of air
touches her tan skin.

The artistic rhythm
whispered that she's not—
said the warm air that
kisses her lips when she pout,
A familiar one that
she experienced before.

"Are you my—" ,
she asked and cut
by the air's cuddle
and uttered,

"I'm yours
and your new
guardian angel."
I wrote this poem a long time ago-- I just want to share this with all of you.

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