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when we break, sometimes we scatter
and that's okay.
what's not okay is
that we often forget
we have the power
the ability
to heal
and mend broken bones
and broken hearts
and broken souls.
it may
never be back to what it was before,
but will be
what it was meant to be all this time.

- stronger
posting an old poem i wrote a couple of months back for it seems fitting. i've been going through a writer's block. :( any suggestions how to get over it?
 Sep 2017 Riham
Seema
Your love gave life to my dead soul
Burnt and buried, it was all ashes and coal
Your love flamed the coal into fine gold
I feel so warm in this wicked cold

You wiped away my streaming tears
Hugged me tight to reassure from fears
I saw you after many painful years
The dark clouds over my head slowly clears

Just love is what my heart feeds on
The hunger to be loved has come upon
Lonesome life has left and long gone
My heart completely healed from being torn

The happiness has returned with reason
He promised to stay, no matter what the season
No longer my soul feels to be in a dark prison
All is well now,
      for my life is growing with the right person...


©sim
Fiction
 Sep 2017 Riham
Àŧùl
Tomorrow is unknownable, my darling,
Today is unavoidable, you profess,
Though yesterday is unforgettable, we know...

I love you today, with all my love,
I respect you daily, with all my heart,
I want you now, with all my soul...

You love me today, as you are an angel,
You respect me daily, as you learnt all of it,
You want me now, as you feel my soul...

Now, just give me some time, my love,
Never, will you find me gone, my heart,
New, new is this love daily, my soul...

Be positive, in your mind, and your actions,
Be kind, in your heart, and your beats,
Be optimistic, in your soul, and your hopes...

Take my hand now, and fly along me,
Trust me my love, and I will respect you,
Think of you I do, and only you I will marry...

Tomorrow we have to plan about a lot of stuff,
Today we will add to our experience in true love,
Though yesterday will be remembered as a great teacher...

So, I love you today for you reflect it romantically,
Shall always keep your love in my heart aesthetically,
Sweetest sugarfee memories in the production house really...
My HP Poem #1658
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2017 Riham
Rosa Lía Elías
stop
and make time
for the things you love,
or the things you love
will stop
making time for
you.
a short, but very necessary, reminder.
 Sep 2017 Riham
Aislinn Miell
The heroine of the story, I was perfect for you.
Together, inseparable just as it should be
Waves flowed over me with warmth and marvel,
storms of longing and delusion
~ oh it must be love...
But we both know its not
I see the way you look at her
I just chose to ignore it
Woe is me for being so shallow
I could nearly read 'love' on your lips
I never expected to be cast as an extra in my own film.
But I guess your story is not mine to shape...
One day i will be a heroine
I just thought i would be yours.
 Sep 2017 Riham
Harry Roberts
Each breath,
A kiss of fire
He breathed into me.

I was wavering
On the wave of life,
I was falling under.

Torn apart,
Skies ripped asunder.
Godless I was forsaken.

But into withered lungs
He brung rejuvenating air
To scare away Death &
His heir.

He held me here
Where the broken sky seared,
Awoke in his presence,
In Armageddon & I wasn't scared.

He held me high from grace
So I wouldn't fall.
Held me secure so I couldn't hear the Reapers call.

Lungs wide with
The light life of Air,
Break away but
Never not care.
The Sun still stares
Burning away already blistered skin.

Let go and escape from sin,
Spiral into Arrangements spin.
Armageddon long lost kin.
11th hour type Love.
 Sep 2017 Riham
wordvango
Let's write like water
prose a tome so vivid in its
clear and cool
make fluid words that flow drip
down from gashes mountains pure
from eyelashes say clouds gush
every grain of sand dirt clod
of clay may bow down glistening
pump its substance from wells
drilled deeply into our hearts core
lakes of poetry filled with crystal beauty blue
but that is the sky coloring
its clear
right there in front of you
tension keeping her
round
about
see that tear?
it is there
on a cheek
in an eye waiting
to flow
She has no mirror
but where flirt the leaves with the pond
she comes in the cool of noon
mixing the dark of her hair
with the summer shade
dipping into glass green water
her toes and far above
and all the pond sees
encrypts within the bubbles of rainbow
that only her clothes
swelled in awe
can read.
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