Its drizzling angel tears,
Upon the sidewalks, the roads, and old leafs.
As the darkened blue sky makes a thundering echo,
Like a mix of barrels being rolled down, and chairs crashing.
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My emotions are my chain to this world as I remain locked in the abyss of my mind.
I’m trapped in the form of an adolescence forced to take the unseen pain of the world.
Not even my parents or the rain could wash away my pain.
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Reality is seeping into my fantasy and,
It’s turning my once golden dreams into a dusk road,
Paved by sultans and kings filled with woe.
They smile as their silvery tongues,
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A lily sits frozen upon a white mountain,
Overseeing the crimson sun.
Overseeing landscapes with striking ginger and emerald,
That even God dreams of such blissful sceneries.
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The ravens caw,
Raps around my flesh,
It ravages my mind,
Like an empty house.
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O child smile, speak, why afraid,
Utter a single word and wisdom might be laid in motion
But listen; don’t listen to these words,
Everyone listens to or sprout out of their untold tongue
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Colors, colors, is all I hear and see but can you say what matters other than trivial matters about your ethnicity or your so called set.
For Ignorance breeds violence
As Violence breeds hate
And hate paves the way for more hate and a sense of helplessness and sadness.
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Eyes opened to a vision of beauty,
But thy kiss a taste of summer,
But thy love a taste of blissful nectar,
Endlessly cherished by the senses of secrecy
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Can you hear my words taking shape,
To that of a heart, to that of a rose,
Slowly falling into decay to the very taste of my lively words.
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I drink from a cup filled with sorrow,
Bitter and sweet yet it has a symphony of no tomorrow.
And all around me I’m surrounded by these familiar and unknown roses,
All with an expressionless composure.
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A rose perched itself on an,
Open window still.
Placed by the fractured hands, of a lover whose bitter lips,
Turned sweet by the first glance of its crimson petals,
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Jewels covered the earth,
And gold paved the streets.
Like an Eden amongst Eden’s.
And fruits grew everywhere,
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They say love conquers all,
But can it conquer the fear that lay dormant in its shadows?
Shadows that fill my glass heart,
With fears and sorrows.
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Death The Simple Farmer
Death is but a simple farmer,
Reaping the seeds of forefathers,
That is both spoiled and ripe for the picking.