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Best Poems Written by White Hunter

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Different me for every You

My whole life I spent  pretending something I was not
Different me for every you
A different person to you,a different person to them.
But now I realised 
That while dodging between those multiple personality
I lost the real me
Maybe somewhere in the middle
Or maybe I lost it when I tried to become something I was not,
Different me for every you
We all have heard that everyone needs someone special
So while becoming everyones special One
I forgot I was also included in that everyone,
And  now I'm just a someone.
Now I have became just something I was not
different me for every you.

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Atleast We Are Under the Same Sky

“You and me somewhere under the same sky with shooting stars
Maybe sitting silently on the hoods of our cars,

I would be wishing the world to be ours
Upon a falling star
While you may be playing our favorite song 
On your old maple guitar,

Not together but still under the same sky
 Maybe regretting on our last goodbye”

____WHITE HUNTER

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JUST A SILLY CRUSH

Every time I sat down to write you a poem
Don't know why but my lines couldn't catch its rhythm,
All these years I have been sharing my feelings through my words,
But when it comes to you I don't know why my vocab couldn't find the letter you deserve,
After a long thinking I finally found some,
Just read it cause talking to you kind of makes my heart feels numb,
Whenever I put a story one or two
Sometimes just sometimes it's directed to you,
I tried really hard to ignore you whenever you were around
Cause little did you know it's your eyes that made me want to drown,
Minutes after minutes my eyes searched the room for you
Deep down wishing you see me too,
I don't think you remember sending hearts to  my poem one day,
But that simple gesture is something I still can't forget anyway,
I wanted to confess but a  part of me believed you didn't think of me more than a classmate
Call me hopeful but I still think meeting you was somewhere written in our fate,
All I wished a little time with you or a few talks more
To say a couple of words I couldn't say before,
But now it feels the words are better off left unsaid,
Cause we both have a separate beautiful journey ahead,

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Glimps of My Broken Heart

“It’s not just a poem
But a glimpse of my broken heart
Waiting for someone to heal my wounds,

These are not just some lines written by a pen
But the thoughts that caused this over whelming pain,

Words that left deep scares 
That can’t be fixed like a broken glass,

Wished someone hear the silent screams of my soul
But in this never-ending universe I’m still alone,

Fighting the huge rough sorrow waves 
Don’t know how long my paper boat will sail,

Lost the hope of someone holding my hand
Now it’s just me in my dream fairyland,

It’s not just a poem 
But a glimpse of my broken heart 
That has now stopped waiting for someone
And given my fallen world a fresh start….”

-----WHITE HUNTER

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Holding Hands With Death

I asked death

Walking by my side

Silently holding my hand

From the day I first cried,

"How will it feel when you'll come to me?"

"Will it be painful or will I feel free?"

Not saying a word 

She stared into my eyes

So I asked again

"Will I be happy or will it be a hurtful goodbye?"

I waited for the words that never came

But I pictured her smile

As if telling me we still have to walk a mile,

While entering another street of fate

My heart questioned again 

"If I want to stay a little longer will you wait?"

The smile I pictured 

Got lost somewhere

Because we both know 

The answer, lying unspoken in the air

Without another word, I tightened my grip around her hand

And started leaving footprints on the life's soft sand"

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Preplanned Funneral

Funerals are sad I know
But be happy on mine
So that I can sleep peacefully
Six feet under the sign,

A fine cut stone piece sign
Above my grave
That says a beautiful name
My mother gave,

A black wooden coffin with a pillow would be fine
With a woolen blanket
My grandma once design,

Please don’t mourn or cry
Over my polished coffin
If you really miss me the
Why don’t you come and join in?

Don’t decorate my funeral with
Old traditional white flowers
Use some roses or tulip that
Represents the memories of ours,

There is no point of coming to my grave
Leaving your job or home all behind
While you don’t come even to hello 
When I still have time,

Please don’t recite sad eulogies or 
Long speeches that are boring
Cause’ I don’t want people on y funeral
Sleeping or snoring,

Sing some songs or play some karaoke instead
Or dance on songs of Coldplay and weeknd,

Make my funeral unforgettable
Something beautifully remarkable,

Funerals are sad I know
But on mine just be happy and smiling
So that I can die peacefully
Without leaving anyone behind sad and crying...”

____WHITE HUNTER

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IN A WORLD

"In a world full of deaf listeners an artist sings the song of his heart
In the hope that someday someone will embrace his art,
In a world full of trendy liars,
An old painting is still waiting for its silent admirer,
In the world full of blind critics
A poem is somewhere afraid to express its lyrics,
In a world full of fake feelings misjudging a story 
A writer is trying to hide his untold glory,
In a world full of people who are just alive
We my love who live are trying to survive "

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ACCIDENTAL WRITER

I wanted to be everything in my life but not a writer
I wanted to scream shout and fight for everything but my timid self couldn't be a fighter,
And now  It feels like writing has become an intricate part of my life
The only thing that's keeping me alive,
I write love, pain, joy, fear,
Anxiety, depression, I write my every tear,
I've came to a point from where there is no going back,
Or maybe it was me who covered all my tracks
I didn't want to go back to normal living,
This is what I want 
A tragic yet beautiful feeling,
Craved in my mind soul and heart,
As I weaved the words in my written art,
I write for him I write for her,
I write for every soul screaming with pain none could hear,
I still don't want to be a writer 
But I guess it's too late 
The childhood me with my dreams buried in her  
Looks at me as if telling me it was all written in my fate.

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The Day I Met Him

One day I met a boy

Meeting him,

Gave me the real meaning of the word joy,

He was different from the ones

I met so far

The one who I think 

Was capable of finding 

My all hidden scars,

I wondered 

If meeting him was an accident

Or a sign by universe

But I think our fate wanted

It's exactly reverse,

The day came to an end 

And he walked away

Where I wished a little more

For him to stay,

But he slowly walked away

And never looked back again,

Don't know where did he came from

Or where did he go

And in the end 

He became someone 

I wished to know,

I hope someday, somewhere

We meet again

NOT By an accident 

BUT by fate 

Don't know how long it will take 

But I'll wait....

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Late Night Overthinker Heart

“It’s me against my own self
Fighting my own battles
The pieces of my heart still rattle,

Even when everything outside is quiet
Still something is ongoing inside me 
Like a never ending riot,

When some part of me says I can do a lot with my life
At the same the other says it’s better to give up
Because it’s not so good to be alive,

May I look like world’s happiest person outside
But there is a lot hidden from this world inside,

Sick from this pointless societal morality
Music has always been my great escape from the reality,

The words of people penetrating deep inside my heart
But still my tears form the most beautiful art,

Sometimes {mostly every time} it feels like I’m a experiment continuously put through tests
Where I’m still doing worse than rest,
I just want to go far-far away from this place 
Where I don’t need to regret my mistakes
Lost somewhere in the space
Where I don’t feel like disgrace 
Somewhere, where I am embraced,

It’s me against my own self
Tired of fighting my own battles
But the pieces of my heart still rattle…..”

-------WHITE HUNTER