Spilled Ink, Spilled thoughts

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When the night is dark   And you speak with passion   It’s as if your eyes glow and lighten   And the stars I see in them   Reflect on to the night sky   And the sky that was one dark and lifeless   Is now full of bright glittering stars

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These shoulders have carried mountains of weight  Of boulders, made of unsaid words and feelings Of rubble, made of broken dreams and wishes Causing me to drown in the deepest and darkest of my thoughts to the point of no return How did I ever expect to survive when my soul is crushed under its own weight

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Is it that you are the full moon, Or are you a ray of sunshine?

For whenever I am looking for warmth, It is always you who I find.

Is it that you are a flowing river, Or are you the gentle pouring rain?

For whenever I am stressed and broken It is always you who takes away the pain

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A cloud is what this grief was like One, that could always darken your sky But when you tried to put it in words It was ever fleeting like trying to touch the fog

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Love

A loving gaze, a warm embrace A caring touch, when it gets too much

A holding hand, a life long friend Some well spent time, a partner in crime

Wiping the tears, together through fears All secrets told, together getting old

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So tell me, dear How was your day Tell me of all things everyone considers as small The tiny details of it, Like the overlooked flowers on the side walk Tell me of the moments, that brought you warmth And those that sent a shiver down of spine

Speak, say, talk, and whisper, and I’ll listen Like someone who’s hearing a bird sing For the first time in their life

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We share a lot with nature. Most aspects of our lives have an eerie resemblance to phenomenoa in the world around us. Yet, vulnerability is something that is a wonderfully human condition. When you put together withering plants, you get a garden that’s withering. Have some abandoned houses put together and you get a ghost town. But it was humans, only humans, that when you put the broken, withered and shattered of them together, and had them be vulnerable you got only love, gentleness and kindness.

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And when it becomes too heavy For you to take anymore You must stay patient For the mountains that burden you now Will one day crumble under their own weight

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And isn’t that how you defined love? A loving gaze. A home like embrace. And comfortable silence.

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I don't ask of a love that is burning and wild. I ask you of a love that is gentle, and warm like the rays of sun coming through parted clouds on a cold day. I don't want to be mad in your love, I want to be sane in it. Us, growing old together. Caring not about what the world defines happiness as. Our happy places being the embrace of each other. The grand gestures of our love being a gentle touch, a loving embrace, and comfortable silence

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It always felt like a colorful spring Until the autumn came

It turned the leaves from green to gold It was beautiful like a gentle flame

But the flame burnt everything to ashes And it was a frosty winter then

Years has passed and will pass But spring is never to be seen again

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The words unsaid were seeds We planted in our souls when we knew A whisper won’t carry their weight No wonder when we die They turn into flowers And bloom on our graves

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I found myself at self at the doorstep of a beautiful house. Somewhere in a green lush valley. There were flowers all along the path from the gate to the door. I didn't remember walking to to door, it all felt like I was looking at the surroundings for a the first time ever. I could make a gentle hum of people coming from the inside. I opened the door, and walked in and found my way to the beautiful living room. A bunch of people, smiling, conversing warmly. I looked around feeling slightly heavy headed, like I someone had waken me up midst deep sleep. There were some white sofas in the middle of the room with a intricate Persian rug under it. A fireplace in the corner, crackling, giving warmth to the cold winter air. The walls decorated with paintings. Plenty of flowers around the room in beautiful vases. My eyes searched through the people, as if looking for someone I knew there. And then she caught my attention, wearing a beautiful yellow dress. Standing out among the pool of people like a sunflower. I couldn't quite make her face as she was looking away. But then she turned. We caught each others eyes. I knew who she was. It was me. She raised her eyebrows as she saw me. Her expression, surprised for a moment, and then turning into a warm smile. She excused herself from the people she was talking with and walked towards me. "Woah, look who is here, how did you even make it here?" "Umm, Where am..." Before I could answer, she hugged me. A long, lingering hug. She smelled like a garden filled with flowers. She looked at me. Took my face in her hands, rubbing her thumb on my cheeks. "Oh God, you look like a mess, what did they do to you?" "Who... who are you? Why do you look like me? Where am I?" I stuttered. She took my hands and led me to the fireplace by which where we sat. "I am you. This is, well, these are all your dreams and wishes. I didn't know you would make your way here this soon" She paused for a moment before going on. "Listen, I am sorry I left" "Left what?" "You, I am not sure if you remember anymore. It was two probably two years ago" ... "I promise it's not personal okay. It was a mess back there. I dunno if you made the mess or them. It was just suffocating" "So, you left and came here? This place is beautiful, can I stay here too?" "Listen, I know you don't feel at home there. But it's too early for you to be here"... The lights started flickering as she spoke and the ceiling started shaking... "I am sorry! They are coming for you. You have to go." The walls were shaking now, and I ran outside. Crying. I didn't quite know where I was but I wanted to stay. I looked around and the mountains around me collapsed. Waves crashing atop them. And the valley flooded. I felt myself drowning in the water. Suffocating, trying to rise to the surface. I could feel myself blacking out. The sky turning dark. The last bubbles of air leaving my lungs. And then I woke up in my bed crying.

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The darkness of the night Has wrapped it self around me And everything else

That even when the sun comes out It hides behind the clouds At the sight of me

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We were taught to be kind as kids, That we are all one and the same

Equal as humans, though different Be our skins, and homeland's name

But then the world turned us into adults And taught us others were not lovable

It was their skin and culture, race and status That made us put on them a mere label

We claimed we were like one body, and hurt for others who were at distance.

And when it happened that they came close We forgot all the lessons of acceptance.

But wasn't it that we were once born equal, Blooming with flowers with in

Love and understanding were always enough But only when you see through the skin

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I love you, and all your imperfections For they make you ever so special, they make you, you.

You are beautiful,

Like a piece of art, Which has colors outside the lines, And it shows its humanness

Like a lovely sunny day, Blue and clear but, With a tiny little cloud gently floating

Like a graceful flower, Missing a petal or two, Yet no other flower matches it's beauty

You aren't beautiful despite your imperfections. You are beautiful because of them. You are beautiful because they make you, you.

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I asked them of the flowers you liked And planted a garden filled with them

Years passed and they never bloomed And then they took you away

It stormed and rained right as you left And now a bed of flowers is where I lay

But its as if you took happiness too as you left Because there are flowers around,

But you leaving took their colors away