Wednesday, April 1, 2015

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ANGELA HELIX






ANGELA HELIX
POEMS
[1]
Rain pouring down
Staring out my window
Another cold night by myself
Another night of sorrow
Atmosphere let me feel my bones
Colder than I’ve ever known
His warmth,
His love,
His absence left me dying
Cut my hope to continue living
The love we had once kept on hunting,
Oh! This love of mine,
Oh! This curse of a lifetime
So wrong yet feels so right.
In this darkness your the guilt of light!


[2]
Alone
In the heart of darkness
Nowhere
A place where no man would attempt to be
Somewhere you won't expect a living exist
What kept her living all this time?
What pushed her to do the impossible?
Maybe she’s insane to even try
Doing greatly remarkable
Nothing...
But the belief that her love will rescue her
Just a small fire of hope
A pinch of faith and trust
Blindly she see's the bright side
Something nobody will understand
Most of us thinks it's horrible
But to her it's a paradise under her command
And yes...
Dark, cold, left alone
You maybe thinking she's a fool to wait
But no...
It's bravery..
To just wait, hope and trust in the heart of darkness
It's heroic to see nothing and to live though slowly dying.

[3]
Clouds are shrouding over
Without visibility of faith
In world where there's no survival
In a world full of hate
Self induced reality
To escape the hunting pain
To block hurt behind walls
To block what other's saying'
Self saving without hesitation
Curse is a quick mad reaction
Mishandled devastating situations
Killed reality empowered illusion

-Angela.F20cc

PARNA



PARNA
IMAGERY

I have assembled some tokens of poetic myths
It can glide through my shadow under the darkest cover of night
It can follow my footsteps through the rainy mystic image
It can reflect my glimpse in the lost field at midnight
But, what a tragedy!!!
I have misplaced my tokens somewhere into the depth of silence
Where ancient corpse makes a watercourse fabricated with fleeting shadows
I summoned my living dead shadow
For the issue - tokens misplaced
I swear it was not a waste of spirit
I received the ecstatic kiss from the assassin
Obeyed my voice
Controlled my emotions
Invoked me
Adored me –as my flesh trembled in utmost coldest moment
Only one resonant was irrecoverable
The complexity beyond love
I quietly left that night,
In the sealing bottles of semi transparent silent shadows
Never to be used as poetic myths in dictionaries
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ARUSTAMYAN ANAHIT



ARUSTAMYAN ANAHIT

WE HAVE TALK WITH OUR TIME
We talk together at the same time. We walk together in different parts. Another generation will arrive. So many poppies will rise to smile. Some other generations will remember us. Cheer up, my friends as your ink is becoming a blue-eyed flood! It will remain in any green-eyed bud. Another generation will come to write. Nothing would be ice in a poet's heart. Some scissors may shape any flying kite. No scissors can change our endless light. We have a talk with our time. Who knows whose window doesn't shine? Who knows whose meadow is painted white? Let's drop some mint into our sour wine! Other generations will remember us.

TRUMPET
Trumpet, play your music to give a beggar a small crumb! Trumpet, play your music to join my heart's drum! Trumpet, play your music to make my notes rush! A beggar's crumb might have been something lush. No-one might wait for me but this dew in the dusk. Trumpet, play your music to lead a seagull! Trumpet, your sound will never be dull. My pulse is weary but it's my only waltz. Trumpet, play your music with my heart's drum!  This pale breeze has hugged me to lull.


SEAGULL!
Seagull! Are you a bride or a bird? Did you use to have an embroidered skirt? Don't take any sail for your lover's shirt! Never tell the sea that you were a girl! The sea knows you as a white bird. The sea wouldn't say what you were first. A sail is a wave which hasn't burst. Don't take any sail for your lover's shirt!  Seagull, you will keep the voice you heard.