Two faces, Evil and divine

Walking on a empty road
I was drowning in my own thoughts
By reading a crucial line
"Two faces, one evil and other divine"

Human have mysterious life
Little dramatic having fake smile
Sometimes beautiful as angels
And sometimes behaves as evil butterflies

The so called humans
With a heart of steel
Sometimes seems as sweet
As sugar coated pills

While watching a little fish
I reached to a beautiful beach
Got struck between two sides
Saving her or let her cook after she die

I touched her spine
And felt her last breathes
Wondering her beauty
I forgotten my all sins

I wanted to save her
But evil side knocked my brain
Hitting the divine me
I again leaved her on gravy sand

The voices from both sides
Overcoming my head
And after few seconds
The little helpless beauty was dead

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Depressed

Scared from everything Hiding behind air Running from everyone Lying like corpse Unconscious about every touch Can't feel any harm At the phase of this life I'm on devil's arms Ignored and swallowed eyes Tired from the world Teary and weak Exhausted and lost Waiting for demons Or poison, to be killed Having empty wish list Away from the love Away from myself Hating my own existence Screaming silently And waking up again from sleepless nights

but, until when?

Crying for hours Wiping the tears Alone in crowded room But, until when? Keeping mouth shut Tired of all rush Yelling for love But, until when? My tears can't heal The pain in my heart And the buried head But, until when? I need to stop But I want to run Loving just a blade or gun But, until when? Scared by separation Moaning your name And mourning on my died body But, Until when?

poem defines me

Poem is something That expresses us That gives us relief And describes us When our heart die It keeps us alive When there is no one It makes us a little fine The poem is a feeling And may be little imaging Science, fiction and dark Or may be it's an art Poem is undefined sometimes And have different meanings For me, it's my best friend And the words, which can define me It changes it's values And shows us what it can be It's hard to define a poem But it defines me

Pleasant Darkness (The Hidden Peace)

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