The intro to our new Poetry Concept titled, ‘Ink from Soldiers Turned Angels’
‘There’s no safe place in this world.
When the first explorers discovered the North pole, the world was unspoiled and free from the burden of civilization.
And when it’s all said and done, we simply return to the soil.
This land is a mirror to the new world, and I’m thankful for this place.
But for now, I’m freer than ever before.’
© amimoh
Give Cupid some glasses, I think he missed.
The love wasn't for me, my enemies are pissed.
Her late night texts awaken the poetry in me.
Choice of words, I'm a teenager turned toddler.
That...
"Perhaps we should love each other so fiercely... when they see us... they know exactly how it should be done!"
© amimoh
Nights after dinner would be the best for them boys. Dad would sit them in the front porch and talk of her like they met yesterday.
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That she loves love notes and babies, likes giving gifts.
She has a hard time accepting compliments because mostly she thinks she's not good enough to receive that much attention.
She loves her whole family and all of her friends.
That if well taken care of, she loves like she has the secret recipe to a happy heart.
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They would giggle and smile, flattered mum too through the window.
"It's time to sleep," she would shyly utter in humor, "I also want to hear the story, and know who she is...."
© amimoh
In the story of her life...
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It's the end of the 6th month; The little girl lies lifeless on the hospital bed, mum and dad by her side.
Six months ago, a rear disorder convinced the medic to tell the girl's parents that she only had six months to live; and here it is now.
She holds her mother's hands tight, looks straight at dad's eyes then back to mom's and says,
"Promise me the land I'm heading to has light.
I'm afraid of the dark.
Promise me I won't be alone with him in the dark."
*****
Him...?
Who's the little girl referring to?
© amimoh
It takes a pen and paper to write that one goodbye letter, that resignation letter, that last "I'm done" kind of piece.
Her last suicide note was on a blank half-torn paper page. She never used a pen, just three patches of tear drops and everybody understood what she was trying to tell us.
That her best friend married her boyfriend yesterday.
That she knew it when they said they were only friends, friends don't look at friends that way.
That the weak ones have been strong for too long.
That she's been strong for too long........
© amimoh
