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The worst has already passed

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When you feel so lonely and can’t sleep at night,
because everything gives you a fright.
The pain and the sadness takes control,
and once again you’re all alone.

I love darkness, I am afraid of the light, the only light I love staring at, is the moonlight.

I devote myself to acting happy,
but at night when I’m all alone,
some how it all spills out,
when no-one can see, and no-one can hear.
All of the pain and all of the fear.

Each day I live, the pain consumes,
What little sanity I have bloomed.
Like walking in a cloud of fog,
Falling down, sinking into smog.

Down in a black hole trying to escape depression,
But you can’t run away from what will always be your reflection.
And as you run away reality is getting nearer,
And instead of changing you, you try to change the mirror.
But what do you do when the mirror falls down?
Breaking apart as it hits the ground.

But now I am stronger; stronger than before.
Because I have realized, fear can only be bad if you imagine it more & more.
And sorrow comes with tears just as gray clouds come with rain,
And then it will pass quicker than it came.
So just be proud you didn’t cut yourself with the mirror’s glass,
And just know that the worst already passed.

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Beasts that we call human

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Like an apple that has fallen from the tree,
her soul was rotting.
Rotting…Deep in the emotions of the misery,
the feelings that never seemed to be setting her free.
You could say others have had it worse than her,
but until you take a few steps in the worn out path of her misery,
with the burdens she carried, only then can you unravel her mystery.
The scars always there never to vanish,
never to be repaired.
The physical pain may have vanquished,
but the emotional pain will always lay stagnant in her mind,
The pain that she endured through her teenage
made permanent cracks in the building blocks of her foundation,
to make her suffer the bitterness that was left behind,
forever in her mind.

She heard the footsteps approaching her,
And something inside her screamed this time it really isn’t right.
The words he was saying were ruthless and cruel,
And each time he hit her she sat there and obeyed each and every rule. Too strong, he was….physically.

Each and every swing felt worse and worse,
And then all she wanted was to be dead in a hearse.
He threw against the wall then proceeded to pin her to the ground
He hit her again, covered the mouth, not letting her make a sound.

She started to struggle and tried to release herself of his forceful grip.
Then the next thing she heard was a loud, horrifying rip
His hands were cold and she cringed at first touch.
She closed her eyes wishing the time would just pass by
And that next time she opened them she would be up in the sky
He pushed harder and harder and excruciating pain was all she felt
The next thing she heard was the unbuckling of his belt.

Something happened inside of her that she cannot explain,
She got this surge of energy and said, “F you, coward”
But the dirty mud was clawing under her nails,
The pain increased by seconds.
Pain thriving up her body,
Screams so loud,
She thought anyone would hear.
Anyone would,
should have heard her sorrow filled cries,
But no one came.
He lingered,
Tearing off clothes,
faster than the light shining down.
Tears poured out of her eyes,
Begging,
Pleading for him to stop,
But the pain only grew,
Till his pursue was finished with her.
The pain entering,
Was like ripping knives,
Like getting cut by a blade, when it heals,
It still leaves a scar.
The pain torched on her was inhumane,
Made by a soulless creature, a beast.
But there she still lay. Wilting. Crying.
Still begging for the help,
That never came. The help….that…..never came….

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What You See Is Not Me

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You see me smile on the outside.

But that’s all you can see.

What if tears run down my face on the inside?

You hear me laugh on the outside.

But that’s all you can hear.

What if I’m crying out for help on the inside?

You smell the scent I wear everyday on the outside.

But that’s all you can smell.

What if it is the smell of a rotting body on the inside?

You watch me speak fluently on the outside.

But that’s all you can watch.

What if I stammer with words on the inside?

You feel my clear skin on the outside.

But that’s all you can feel.

What if I have hundreds of scars on the inside?

You taste my lips kissing you on the outside.

But that’s all you can taste.

What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?

You witness me facing everything on the outside.

But that’s all you can witness.

What if I am very tired on the inside?

You can tell I’m happy on the outside.

But that’s all you can tell.

What if l I’m dying on the inside?

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Delicate Ecstasy of Love

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Slowly…..
I dive into your body
And sweetness
Is all around


Slowly…..
You touch my soul
As I feel your aroma
Everywhere you go…


Our intense chemistry
Fills the room with desire
And passion


I hold
your heart in my hands
And with you by my side,
Life gets easy to stand and to
Understand


Slowly…..
You float gently in my body
And I can see love revealing
So many secrets
Again and again
As we lie in bed
Watching the beauty of the rain

Slowly…..
Like a magnet your body is drawn to mine.
delicate

You moan with utter delight.
With the rhythmical motions of love,
We conclude a heavenly night.

Dreams, Desires & Death

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Three D’s of life are dreams, desires, and death
If you have the first, the second will come running and 
the third will be on your doorstep
Dreams stir up desire and too many desires leads to death of soul
So is it better to dream of life or have a life of dreams ?
To die of desire or to let desires die?
Seems much to me like a paradox of lifelife is a paradox hdr