Poetry on Human Emotion and Allegories by Sara Aziz
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Beware!
A mountain torn asunder,
A flash of lightning, filling the sky with white fire, the rain the tears of angels, as they weep for every lost soul that has cursed this wretched land!
Beware!
Beware the grass of poison, beware the hanging trees, their branches arms, their knots tearful eyes, as they weep for lost redemption!
Beware!
Beware these souls who wander the empty plains, searching for the final piece that eluded them in life, an obsession so great they cannot see they have withered and died, they have left their bodies behind, unknowing, yet searching, forevermore!
Beware!
Beware the wretched souls that haunt us, their immorality a black veil of grief as they shadow us all with their empty broken hearts of black and death, screaming of horrors like the demons of hell!
Demons, beware! Beware for every soul still guided by God’s hand, and when we die, may our actions stand behind us on our rights, a bright and shining light, so that may we stand tall again, in a life after this, so that may we stand tall again beyond the Gates of Heaven, and the Gardens of God!
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Perchance,
Perchance my soul will flame alit, with loving words and tender kiss, of mother’s love, and fathers pride, that give me hope, of a world beyond,
Perchance my soul will soar so high, the likes of which make angels cry, as I grow a heart, like a blooming rose, a pile behind me of actions grow, upon my right, not on my left, and so I beam with soul a-lift,
Perchance my heart will miss a beat, as I wait for love to look my way, perchance my heart will grow and brighten, leaving me warm like a roaring fire,
Perchance my mind will blank-or pause- before a rush of doubts and words will fall, perchance your mind might draw up plans, of the life you wish for, of the life you demand,
Yet perchance your soul will be snuffed and cold, a suffocation of sorts, a tale so old,
Perchance your heart might be torn in two, waiting for life to come to you,
Perchance your mind might well up with doubts, like a river of fear, a mountain of mistrust,
Perchance can mean a million things, a hope, a dream, a doubt, a sin.
Perchance life will find you,
Perchance it won’t,
Perchance you fall in love,
Perchance your heart will be torn in two,
A rhyme they sing in a meadow of frolic, and like the tick of a clock, your perchance will never stop, ’till you stand in that crowd, and take a deep breath, as the voice in your mind screams ‘Perchance, Perchance,’ till you smile and wave, and take the first step, till the voice in your head just fades away, and yes, you are vulnerable, and yes, you can be hurt, but you will never know, what will happen, ’till you walk up and say,
“Hello.”
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