R. Ariffin Poems

I stare at the stars that whisper your name
I walk on the streets that flock your shadow
I breathe the bitter air that fumes your color
I see the faces that resemble your glow
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Night is a restless soul covered in black
cowering under fragile hopes that bind
awake and respectfully motionless to reality
as black as my empty reasoned mind
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Alas, the storm has receded and left the heart,
The bitter winds liquefy in its last fury of discontent,
Dark clouds vanished reluctantly with the flood,
That emptied the space which was once full of hope,
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As I walked along the melancholic street
Below the streetlamp where shadows meet
I perceived a blackened perpetual spree
'Oh, the crows are crowding up the tree'
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Pack up and hold my hand
Let’s walk through the rain and all its misery
See the lightning and hear the thunder
I am yours for eternity
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I see it then, in a lucent motion
Flowing down the silk of her hair
That has made my fire squirm and stutter
Shivered by the blackness of her stare
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My world burns in colour of rage
Cold and black throughout the vein
Bleeding out disappointments and disgrace
From the heart which love once reigned
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The sweet flummoxing of her eyes;
Is the celestial surrendering of mine
I lost myself in, my sense of existence;
Every time those eyes and my heart entwine
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The night was incomprehensibly empty
as I sat there drowning my thoughts
with a cup of coffee that tainted the floor
mapping my soul with with lines and dots
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I need a time machine
so I can go back to the time when you were alone
lying on that cold room after the abandonment
and hold you, and kiss your lips
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