My poetry is my treasureits my soul medicineits my pleasurewhere ever I go I write,I sing,I feel delightits the wipe of my tearsits the joy of my heartits the sun that lights my dark roomits the shelter that protects me from any stormwhen ever I get startedI forget all the worldI love poetry and I believe..that poetry do love me the sameIts a magic which needs spellsI mastered them during the timewhen the happiness and the sadnessin my life foughtno matter what I can't resist writingthe words that stick in my heartmy feelings and all my thoughts...are poetry.
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by: Mr-NightClose the door of memoriesseal it, lock it one thousand timesthrow the key into the deep oceanlet it sink to the floorlet it link below theredon't ever think of get it backdon't make the sadnessconquer your beautiful worldyou have a brave heartyou must believe in thatGo on, walk,there are flowers along your pathshow the life that you can smilewhen smiling is some thing hardmake your dream come truelike a sun rise and shinewith hope you will reach your goalsand survive, so be alive!
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This poem is for my dear brother Abdulaziz who passed away this life on Sunday the 23rd of May 2010.Lets break the chains of sadnessand fly away from agonyLets kill the thoughts of miseryand wipe the tears that break heartsHe wants us to be happyso lets show him the best smile we've gotand have hope that we will meet againin a life better than this lifeMy Lord accept our prays" Mercy" you are the mercifulNo wonder why you have taken himbecause you love him, we believe soMy dear brother I love you so muchfare well for now, rest in peacewe will be joining you sooncause it seems life is too short.-----------------------------------------------R.I.P Abdulaziz ( 1996-2010)
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they don't belong to each other tho they are twins
they all think they have to mend the other one that's the only idea they share getting no where they're fighting
one day they challenged each other to taste their paths and judge if the other way is the best to forever walk
My right hand got ill when it touched evil the feeling of reaching sins surrounded it with thoughts that the sun has died and the darkness is its prison
My left hand shed tears when it has done good for the first time it saw the sun how it lights its heart the tears burned every sin it made
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