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 Dec 2014 Tana Young
Àŧùl
I would call it poetry whenever
You write it with a positive attitude,
Otherwise I'll just call it a drunk rant,
I ask you to rather kept it private.

I would call it poetry whenever
You write it with a theme in mind,
Else I'll call it an attention monger's attempts of desperation,
Do good to the world, save electricity, invest your calories to somewhere purposeful.

I would call it poetry whenever
You try to give it a definitive form,
Or I'll only be irked by such unworthy posts filling up my screen,
Do us a favour, quit posting it to Hello Poetry and start maintaining a personal diary.
Malign it instead, spare Hello Poetry.
Not exactly my type of poem,
But all such absurd obsolete posts must cease by anyone and everyone.
 Dec 2014 Tana Young
Àŧùl
I will always be there,
In your thoughts as a reality,
In your dreams as a virtuality.
That's a promise of love for my love by your love.

My HP Poem #694
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2014 Tana Young
mrmonst3r
Undo
 Dec 2014 Tana Young
mrmonst3r
I can't undo the past,
I won't take steps
To forget our time together.
I won't make new mistakes,
To fake a life of meaning.
I won't demonize your heart,
To justify my pain.
I won't bawl and **** and fight
To feel alive again.
I won't.
I can't.
This love
Was beautiful.
It cannot be undone.
 Dec 2014 Tana Young
mrmonst3r
Howl
 Dec 2014 Tana Young
mrmonst3r
This loveless shell
Has
no pulse,
Just an ache.
Has
no emotion,
Only time.
No more friends.
No desire.
Countless scars.
Left in howling night,
infinitive.
Stripped.
Anonymous.
Wanting.
I'm not
afraid to die.
But mercy terrifies.
Euthanize
this wounded beast.


I am a ghost in your wake.
 Dec 2014 Tana Young
Sappho
Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver
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