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When You Meet You


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Well, this poem poem has two authors…

It was originally posted by my friend pseudomonaz. The second half was added on by me…

 

You look tired,

Your hair is out of place,

There’s sadness in your eyes,

And dullness on your face.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

If that was the case?

You’ve isolated yourself,

There’s no one you could call,

No one would lend a hand,

If the next moment you fall.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

Just passing by the mall?

You’ve dreams,

Not a will to make them true.

You wish to fly,

But scared to try anything new.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

It that was something you were asked to do?

You’ve lost hope,

You don’t believe in god anymore,

Every turn in your life,

Those moments, the drive,

Now make you bore.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

Just ask your heart’s core?

You don’t love you,

You don’t believe.

You don’t trust you,

You don’t achieve.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

If this is the way you are going to live?

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Shattered are dreams;
Among cries and screams.
Deserted is your heart
As you see them depart
All which is left is disgust and fear
A lonely soul with no one near

The ugly, the pale
Burdened with the fail
A lonely boat
Without a sail.

Maybe you won’t like you,
When you met you
But still…
Do meet your heart
When it’s torn apart.

Hear her out
Let her shout
Embrace her with care
As it utters reasons of despair

And then…

When the heart is nothing but void
No one to fear; none to avoid
Feel the joy which is yet again your own
Relive a dream which left you alone

Because…
With a dream in eyes
And life on a rise
You will be amazed by you
If you meet you…

Let the randomness of the universe increase forever…

– Introvert

Lifeless Life


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I remember those eyes brimming with tears

Innumerable doubts and unknown fears

Firm in belief that heLi would earn fame

But when he comes back, will he be the same?

The world is cruel and harsh and mean

But for him it’s mainly unseen

What if his friends don’t cooperate

Or if he is lost at night and it’s late?

Confusion and chaos fill up her head

And then I saw the lines unread

What happens to her when I bid adieu

When things to do are a countable few

For whom would she prepare; with no one to eat;

The wonderful delicacies and the occasional treat?

Whom would she talk to when on a low;

Won’t her life become way too slow?

No one to talk; no one to hear

No one to share, joy or fear

No grief to be lost, no joy to be found

How lifeless will be life, with no one around?

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