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Herant X.. Poems
The dying flower
There was love in the room. It was the laughter in the rain. With nearly broken legs, it kept its pride.
He dreams his hopes when he sleeps. They come not by themselves, but he chooses to dream them. His dreams are the reality in another world. A world filled with possibilities.
Good and Bad
As dark as the night gets. It cannot get any darker than a human. As angry as a lion gets. It cannot get angrier than a human.
When will they be free.
When life will unbound so will they free themselves from the fear. As might grows so will they embrace it with the lust of greed.
You, my precious have left us. In the coldest nights I feel no warmth. It's like the light has left us. I want to find you, yet I am lost.
My heart is dark
Filled with anger, my heart is dark. Darkness is around me, from the people that surround me. Another day has gone, and my heart is still dark.
The morning glance I stood before Clouds that made music you would not abhor One and all, a universe of mind. Gentle heavens and feeling no more. To be brought here - oh you poor soul.
The war in my mind
The ocean stretches out to an eternity in my mind. I see fire in this ocean, where water should claim it. I try to end this fire, yet I have nothing to make it possible.
A tender word; a decent hello. My pardon has not brought a smile or so. An all seeying eye; across the globe. The birds fly; messages from orb to orb.
Gazing in the burning field, telling the story he saw. Gunshots flying from roof to roof; the rain is sad. Under the beds they go; the heat is among them. In the open field there is love; so tiny, yet so strong.
I see a light, with colours so bright. Red, green and blue, are the colours of this light. A glance and the light is gone. Where could it be from?
The black cat
As it stood there, majestically with its dark tail. It grabbed its tail, and it would play the hidden tunes. Light from the moon would shine upon the gracious one. Still it would not reveal its blood covered blue eyes.
Where is the way how is it seen. Could it be in the things we create? Look towards you and see the truth. Yet still knowing the lies are behind you.
Do not let me lead you. Do not let me control you. Rather let me inspire you.
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The dying flower
There was love in the room.
It was the laughter in the rain.
With nearly broken legs, it kept its pride.
And bloomed and walked towards the heights.
With petals of white and its invisible crown
My flower flew in the night of blissful hopes.
Oh I wish time was my friend.
So I could rewrite the story in the end.
But sadly 't was my ignorance that I met.
To travel back in time and space.
Only to face my flower dying again.