Submissions by Sahab
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Lovely Demons
He see demons above him,
Reptiles Below him.
Broken homes, poisoned lives at the roots.
He remember his friends, the flowers and the bees, the sunny days,playing in the woods, the lovely moments together we dine,
But tonight is the night.
It's the demons turn,
To strike the wooden match, and burn deaths stench let the flames rise high against the moonless sky,
You awakens bedeviled with voices in your head lamenting their torments,
Emptiness screams and loneliness bleeds incessantly,
Your heart thumps like the dead,making it's last move until it squirms no...
Reptiles Below him.
Broken homes, poisoned lives at the roots.
He remember his friends, the flowers and the bees, the sunny days,playing in the woods, the lovely moments together we dine,
But tonight is the night.
It's the demons turn,
To strike the wooden match, and burn deaths stench let the flames rise high against the moonless sky,
You awakens bedeviled with voices in your head lamenting their torments,
Emptiness screams and loneliness bleeds incessantly,
Your heart thumps like the dead,making it's last move until it squirms no...
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Dear old friend
We always had a good time together,
All our interest was the same too,
We was more than friends,we was brother too,
You'll always follow me,everywhere I go,
I tell you what I think,
I tell you what I see,
I hope we could sit and argue like we used to do ,you left without a sequel,thats the unusual of you, we applied for same course and it worked through,but the dark angel came and pointed at you,
you'll always be remembered, If only you knew, I'm gonna miss you in heaven we would meet,In peace your soul shall rest,
dear old Habit you really was a pest
All our interest was the same too,
We was more than friends,we was brother too,
You'll always follow me,everywhere I go,
I tell you what I think,
I tell you what I see,
I hope we could sit and argue like we used to do ,you left without a sequel,thats the unusual of you, we applied for same course and it worked through,but the dark angel came and pointed at you,
you'll always be remembered, If only you knew, I'm gonna miss you in heaven we would meet,In peace your soul shall rest,
dear old Habit you really was a pest
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