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From senior HS years. Fate is hate Faith born too late Double-sided coin love and hate Too scared to love Too painful to hate

Five years old. Mother of the Sky Child that never dies Silence learns

Five years old. Eyes are the windows to the heart. Eyes lost souls opening forgotten doors making the world shiver windows

At least five years old. Ballad Dear daughter Sing to your solitude Laugh cry smile in my heart Blessing

Don’t remember much that was in my mind when I wrote this. It’s at least five years old though. And control the sky “Nobody whispers like you” says the endless islands of clouds Winter smiles as it decends, Enters with graceful white wedding dresses And nobody says winter enters red, Mother Earth. Red lips smile …
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From early to mid 2000’s. Blissful memories consuming with ire. Gleeful desire, hungry prophets. Liar Liar Liar! Mystery is fire Odyssey of “Step” to “True.” Ready the bodies stack them higher wrap them in gold. Yearn for the fire!

Obviously, lack of inspiration creates bad poems about paper and pens. I guess, after realising that fact, I became a little grouchy and told off the “readers”. From 2002-03. There are many emotions that I want to seep into my pen through my fingertips let it bleed them onto paper. I see black blood on …
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Not an outline. Something to be sang with a tortured voice. Innocent hands spacial void falling eyes emotional rift bloody hands honeyed lies

Creature made of smokeless fire eyes of liquid jade brooding brow stalks the human mind awakening decrepit souls within heart of man aroused enticing tongues of shayateen lap at their feet arresting wisps of amaar penetrate their dreams Creature made of mud eyes dead as stone fire of passion captivates eyes of jinn former rulers …
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Statue of flesh and blood Heart of glass Shelter for the raven Oppressive fog denied entry Cracks on the statue’s surface as it ever so slightly reaches for the raven Curious obsidian beauty reflected in it’s bright half-lidded eyes Courageous little deaths Shuddering feathers and chipped skin Glass heart pure Feathers intact Bright darkness engulfing …
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