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Zainab Asim Poem
A mystical illusion
Filled the gaps of time
Transported Innocent Angela to the land where truth resides
Surely a land where fears come to life
Soon the mystery unveils
Melody of a lost piano prevails
Shallow voices against the tainted plane
“Mystery and Fame once relayed ” it claimed
Far beneath the meadows
Within the garden of brass
Lied little Cinderella with her broken shoes of glass
Longing to go from rags to class
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Tangled within the dilemma of a monstrous disguise
I tried to free myself as it latched onto me with much more might
Swayed by its influence
Floating in the melody
An unwavering desire had struck my heart
A maimed soul had lost its path
The cry so beautiful it seemed my own
“Antonio come home” it said and I was drawn
I lost control and a limb
They say the devil charmed me in
Then why do my bones ache yet my heart sings?
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To forgive is to forget
Even if the perpetrator has no regret
Patience is a virtue for one with might
A merciless executioner with bloody footprints in sight
Another love, Another string
A dirty little heart is all I have to win
No sympathies, No regrets
I forgive every word you said
My woes are my lover
A connection with the lost sunflower is all I hold
As wait for you with all my desire
A bloody executioner is all I admire
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A sacred sacrifice
Had tampered fates
Befell on those whose glory one relayed
A heavenly fruit in disguise poisoned the king that ostracized
The lesson learnt was soon forgotten
Brought another fellow beast to life
Carriages covered in lavender leaves
Strangled the malicious monarch that used to greed
The innocent one had emerged
But it seemed as if the stars had cursed
Baby Luke was burnt to death
Only if the fates had been reset
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A dazzled getaway and a lost soul
An imagination so earnestly cruel
Midsummer paradise of love
Made a parody of the land over once they drooled
Nature was forgiving
Soaked it all in
But the perpetrators swore to never give in
As they took away all opportunities of caregivng
Barren lands never bloom
Strangled by nature
Had made the land a widow too
Fruits of love had turned ugly to become a matter of despise
Only if the Prince had gripped his soldiers on the last ride
New beginnings must surrender
As we must confess our gentle reader
They would poison the land again
With atomic waste continuing the chain
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Alone in time, they say one must survive
Flocks of misery must be kept offshore
Even if it presents itself as the goddess of a water
A ruthless gaze is enough to lure a man toward being outscored
A grant memoir as one perceives
A contrast between realities
As one falls again for your charm
A group of fanboys might be in pursuit
A gold medal for those who land a rich husband
And none for those who speak the truth
I can be harsh at times they say
Safe to say my devil never lets me go astray.
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Emotions about to explode
Engulfed my chest with might
Breathing deeply ensuring to remain out of sight
But anxiety shall claim its territory for it refuses to abide
Shivering hands lose control
Darling I wish I hadn’t been such a fool
I scream in silence to let my nemesis know
A wretched heart may curse a thousand times more stronger
My claws tearing through my skin
As a sense of reality strikes again
I have to let my evils go
For they will return again and let my nemesis know
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Seasonal heartbreaks
Rule my what-if’s
My senses sacked with a soothing solitude
A pain so intoxicating I fly high with gratitude
You will come around with a scarred arc
I will try everything to leave a blissful mark
I think my rage is enticing
It commands my being
Until I bury the thoughts I once feared
Soon in the era of enlightenment we would find the unfortunate
Begging to be heard amidst the lost fates
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