These Days

Looking at the past from a broken door

Wishing for a future that can’t be yours

Shackled by the words of despair,I dare not say

I am a prisoner of today, trying to find my way

I stand alone in a void these days

Hollow and battered soul slowly decays

Dry eyes heavy with stale memorise

Staring hard,looking ahead filled with worries

These days I fall and fall and just fall

I hope to shine before the final curtain call

Dragon’s Loyalty Award Nomination

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It is an honour for me to say that  @isoempathy has nominated me for Dragon’s Loyalty Award. It’s not been more than 3 months since I have created this blog and yet I have found incredibly nice and sweet friends. @isoempathy is one of my most trusted friends here. Thank you so much for nominating me. 

Do You Know Her

Do you know the girl who loathes this world 

Like an angel forced to live on Earth

Look for the story in the innocence of her eyes

The pale cheeks and fake smiles

How she hides her demons every night

Still dances under  the star light 

She may sit in dark in a painful gloom

But will illuminates your heart like the sun and the moon

She is talkative in the crowd of millions

Yet a prisoner of shyness since her existence

Broken, battered, but she won’t bend

Only fate knows how this one will end 

A Dying Wish

Waiting for the promised light after a broken night

How foolish was I to believe it to be right

Fighting for the last breath of hope

Wishing to relive the times I’d Lost

For the Daily Prompt # 26 at https://aprompteachday.wordpress.com/2015/06/26/prompt-26-in-a-flash-2/

I Believe in Love

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https://aprompteachday.wordpress.com/2015/06/21/prompt-21-set-the-challenge-sunday-3/

For Prompt #21 we were asked to write something that was inspired by the work of other Bloggers, so my inspiration came form I Believed in Love by Philip Craddock at https://philipcraddockwriter.wordpress.com/author/philipcraddock/ 

HE wrote this poem for Prompt #16 which you can find at https://philipcraddockwriter.wordpress.com/2015/06/16/i-believed-in-love/

SO here is my work

I Believe in love

With burning soul and broken bones

I try to believe in love once more

I will follow the road that leads me to your heart

There will be thorns ,but I too am smart

Read the story that I once wrote

Listen to the melody of my favourite song

They are filled with pieces of love just for you

Just pick the words and find the clues

Look at the stars every night

Follow their paths into the light

When it’s dawn listen to the morning dew

And dance with the Lilies when skies are blue

It won’t be hard before you’ll know

That now I Believe in Love,but more in YOU

My Life After You

The pen in my hand staring at white blank pages

Nothing comes to mind except for those faces

I tried to live with the Ghost of my shadows

Even tried to smile in my haunted meadows

But the letters of the past shouldn’t be opened

For the echoes of the heart should never be spoken

From Dawn to Dusk, in their eyes I have a life

Though I battle the same Demons every night

Wet sleeves like dewdrops on leaves

Empty eyes with nothing to believe

If you knew How I am without you

A mourning dove in winter without a clue

You would come back to me in an instant 

And whisk me away from the edge of my existence 

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Something I wrote for the wordle challenge from Daily Prompt https://aprompteachday.wordpress.com/2015/06/20/prompt-20-weekend-wordle-3/

Betrayal

You kissed me under the moon and the stars
Held my hand & promised me your heart
When the sun came out & I opened my eyes
Saw you buried under a tonne of lies
Left me behind with nothing to live for
Begging for a life my soul tries to survive
I looked upon the same old stars
And wished for a death with all my heart
“We don’t take a soul,that’s corrupted by love”
Betrayed by the stars now I am Stranded on this Earth

Copyright © 2015 Narcissus101. All rights reserved.

The words that I write with a broken pen on crumpled up paper, may just be some random blots of ink for you, but they are every second of every minute of every hour of every day of my life.

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