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Best Poems Written by Michelle Farala

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Behind Masks, Once There's a Child-

Humming wind in a wider sky,
Turbulent perhaps catastrophic omen.
Thy born a curse of a forlorn life,
conceal nor run tranquil dim will bloom.

Stare those hands, repulsive, fracture
Mirrored of the vulnerable surrender.
Eyes that dehydrated from lengthy groan,
Mystified encountered amid spirit and mind.

Mountainous, could forest perhaps deserted…
It ought to be a dwelling for holy or ideal war?
After an unremitting weapon detonation,
immature remains lay down holding a gun.

Ballet of an erotic refinement…
Blushing powdered faced, vermilion lips
String clad, afterward bare – naked…
Annoying hide of a girl to a woman.

Stones lump for less broader shoulder,
either insignificant foot undefended.
Speculating, bewildered conceivably asking…
Skirmishing manhood yet not developed.

Enfolded through maltreated,
Saunter thru into a nearly end…
Incarcerated by an illusionary masks
Uproar thus cried… Yes, I am a child!

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A Silent Fighter

Shadows make my hand to start's an upsurge,
Slowly, stop until it turns to a wildly panorama.
Restrained, flamboyant insignia are dancing.
Rapid, explode the reddish blood flowed.
 
Emaciated stain sketch in the papyrus,
Strive to illustrate the mouth of the famine.
Scrawny, bloated stomach, pathetic…
Premonition of an old times epidemic.

Neurosis inside the mortal psyche,
Moan, hilarity, muffled in anticipation.
Perhaps in tune of wilderness,
Existing, gasp in new world that created…

Vain, blemish spirit, happiness, memoir…
In the tomb of an unnoticed conqueror,
Pieces that once molded by dispense nor
Manu scripted in an exceptional wave.

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There's No Oasis In the Desert

Skies that turning dark, 
possibly the heavy storm will come.
Storm that will not make you damp, 
I heard a strident blowing of the wind. 
Life in a desert is similar to a sand storm;
You will not know how dreadful will cause you. 
First time I step on this deserted land, 
In my heart and mind I pledge my dreams. 
A dream that I know will confiscate, 
all the burdens of my life. 
In the glass window, 
a sea that didn't make any noise from its water. 
Every day there's all men under the heat of sun 
or shivering cold of day.  
Sound from the mother tongue of different people 
made me hearing-impaired. 
In a gloomy night I didn't see the stars, 
stars that at least will give you light for the darkness of your path. 
Seasons that the tamar tree will bear it fruits.  
Suddenly I heard voices, 
but how I will distinguish it from laughter's or cried? 
Bliss on lips to the ladies whose selling flesh, 
Every time I saw this people I feel the pain from their heart, 
The bliss in their lips is not real.  
Money that you earned is not enough 
for those who lost their dignity. 
Now where's the oasis in the dessert? 
Every day I wake up and walk in the sand
but still I cannot see the oasis.

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Hardship of a Bourgeois Man

Beauty, wealth and wisdom,
Characterized by a bourgeois man.
Everything he wish was on his hand and
He called himself the lord of his land.
You will see him wearing a gorgeous dress,
Made by a tailor hand.
Young and old suffer to a cruel man,
Who treat them a slaved of hell land.
He wants to sacrifice the people all around,
And be a master of all living mind.
One day hurricane was come, and not left
Lived life, even a bourgeois man.
Now he's in a gate of real Lord .
The angel said these place is not for you
And point the burning land.
Now he knows the sins that he had done,
Even he regret the suffering of his
Soul will never stop to confess.

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Escape For My Free

There's nothing chain on my feet and hand,
That make a sound and break a night.
I'm walking with my own without a
Hindrance that I can step by.
I have a mind to think, what I'm going to do,
And to look forward.
My hand paint my life, but fate
Destruct my piece.
There's a blithe on my lips,
But behind these there's a blemish on my heart.
My blood escape on my body
That made me frail.
My looks was hoping, but my soul was blaming
That always make me suffering.
I need to wake on my slumber and learn 
To face the reality, that I cannot say
I'm free if I did not escape on my dream.

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The One I Can Call Mc Coy

Prominent. Perfectionist and a person
With undescrible affliction.
You're the monarch, in the one world
That you rulling.
Imprison my mind by your word
That make my self uncalmed.
When you ask, what a timid self I have
There's a burden who make me slaved.
It is not easily to know you better,
But I don't need a long time to 
Know you well.
You're the king and the preacher while
I'm your soldier and listener 
Who always begging from you.
Now I know you're way my burden
Was pass away and there's a 
Challenge on my way.
I can say you're the best of your 
Profession the one I can
Call Mc Coy.

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In Cried of a Gun

Filthy foot that once marked in the sand,
Left, right until it comes to unbounded edge.
Rest to replenish the spiteful soul, hold…
Grin that transforming in enthralling scowl.

Child that feeding in a mother breast
Astonished in a howling ground…
Noxious blood is the aftermath of food given life.
Breathless, acrimony, despair, worthless…

Morning that showered by a blast,
Nor a grief thief passing in somberness of night.
Urban stone with your women and children…
Waiting to their men and praying to be alive.

Once this creator formed metal is treacherous.
Commencing saving until to finished soul…
Walk, run, fast, fell down then stand, kneel
Hollowing, or maybe cried in a gun.

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Portrait In Color of Illusion

Amid my heaven, I bathe in bale.
I boat in water, I sink in ocean.
To feign hard like a stone,
Yet feeble like a cotton.
Murmuring of wind that pass,
Thy bring falling leaves in dust.
I strengthen an arc to become bridge in life,
In the middle I fall in high.
What is the cure to spare my life,
And to heal the pain I had?
It be insane think I have,
When come the sincerest love.
Truth cannot hide; you're near yet so far,
Because I'm totally blind in wall behind.
Now I'm paramour in your land,
No one can tell if I'm the one who destruct
the castle in the sand.
Who will said, the portrait that urge me in
hardship was only part in color of my illusion.

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Beauty Behind the Lack

Don't be cry if you are blind,
You're lucky than a man having a tantalizing 
Eyes who use these to tempt the other man.
Don't speak if could hurt somebody
And use these to speak a lie, a dumb is better
On you who thanks that only his tongue 
That God did not give to him.
Don't be afraid if you cannot hear, you are
Better to a man having a clearly ears
Because they are real deaf who
Cannot hear the wonder of truth.
Don't be shy for having no arms, that you 
Cannot hug the one you love
Because you are more solicitous to those 
Having two arms, who did not learn how 
To hug a human like you.
Don't lose hope if you are no legs to walk,
But know where to go.
You're better to a man having a legs who
Put his steps on his unknown destiny.
Don't have mercy on you're self, because 
Behind your lack there's a beauty and
The key of your success was in the
Middle of your heart.

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If Last Vale Fall

Even I know there's unbreakable 
Wall in front of me.
My feet did not stop in 
Walking, in hope that I can
Pass by.
Saying weep no more,
But tears on face running on.
Bliss on lips cannot hide that 
There's deep groan inside.
How feeble mind I have than my heart
 that can put me in gloom and mud.
Sinfull eyes of mine urge me in blind and
Become deaf in noise around.
My spirit was full of woe,
Because of vain suffering that I do.
What fate deliver me on you,
That I shall know I can't hold 
Nor touch you.
Everytime I sigh that someday…
I need to wake up in my slumber.