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I know one of my friend who did this and in Italy now.. I never knew it was this hard..

firestar:
My goodness!
Sarang, you poured your soul out!
Hang on Love, I need to re-read this.
Again.
Gimme some time.
By the way, you should do Spoken Poetry with Olulu.
That's a wider range Darling.

Thanks firestar, will be waiting.
Who's Olulu?

I begged for life
To not be a living hell
To be held and protected
But I kept getting broken
Tossed and turned aside
With daggers
Unattained to

What is life?
Am i a loser
How can I go on?
How can I even stand?
When all have deserted me
Standing to make a difference

scorched and
bathed in scars
I found courage
In you that I love
I find succor
To realize who I am
To discover the me inside
my reason of being
There ought to be one
The why is here and
The I lies in the why

The springs of death
Visits only the weak
In their times of grief
It spells the need that they seek
Theories of wrongs done
Echoes in the wild bushes
As if a treasure found but gone
Is my lonely heart
Broken from losses

some days I wished that am
a bird
without realizing that am
a butterfly

It hit me hard like
Waves from the depth of the sea
I fell facedown spiraling downwards
In feelings of my anxious reins
I knew it then that I would
Have to decide my life

Without here there is no pain
A fluffy wind does not cry
The hem woven into the velvet
Of the sun defines the distance
Of the brightness it releases

Absurdity is the likeness of a man
And yet sadness gives birth to its rise
Will you miss me if am gone
If am no longer able to bear your grudges
Will my tears revive your cold heart?
Will it tear it apart when they remind you
Of the misery you gave me


My strength has left me
like a log of wood i lay
Deep inside the forest of misery
Tired of regrets
Willing to learn to fly
If only I could
Fly I will fly
I have made my choice
Now I do have a voice
to use in speaking lives
Out of my lonely life
Into the roses drenching
In the heavy rain

sabbiboi:
Wow! Orphans cry.. Indeed orphans cry to the hearing of the world that takes promises unheed.. .. ...... ..... . ....
I love this poetry, and the use of different literary terms to convey it message. More grease to your elbow.

Thank you bro