Imaginary Love – Poem

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Imaginary Love

by Talin Mari

 

Your eyes show me the depths of your soul,

Your laughter hints at the silliness within,

Your lips reveal words that are concealed,

Your heart beats infinitely with compassion.

 

You are my imaginary creative love,

You are the one who haunts my heart,

You are my hidden treasure revealed,

You are the one who flows in my veins.

 

I am faced to fight my battles without anyone,

I am imprisoned with fear of doing anything,

I am living a life that no one would ever seek,

I am a prisoner in a world that I do not want.

 

My imaginary creative love keeps me alive,

My imaginary compassionate love is inside,

My imaginary playful love helps me smile,

My imaginary soulful love lets me stay true.

Timeless Magic – A Poem

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Timeless Magic
by Talin Mari

Magic exists when time is left to float among the beauty of the day,
Always aware that it will be able to fly, never once will it wrinkle.
Magic exists when the heart opens its wide chambers so untamed,
Always aware that the blood will violently flow, never will it regret.

Youthful in its kind soul does the timeless beauty creep into existence.
Youthful in its caring heart does the thrilling flow impress other lives.
Timeless is the nature of the magic that will never be able to be duplicated.
Timeless is the nature of the youthful magic that never ages in its space.

Magic is loved,
Always is mysterious.
Youthfulness is embraced,
Timelessness is anticipated.

The End

Poetry to Break Free and Dream

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Thickened Bars
By Talin Mari

These thickened bars enclose my dreams,
Haunting me as I stare at their enclosure.
What fear is it that I must try to overcome?
Why do I feel apprehensive to break free?

These thickened bars hide my true being,
Masking me of my desired future passion.
What transformation must I still undergo?
Why do I want to hide and stay concealed?

These thickened bars are my true enemies,
Restraining me from believing in my abilities.
What have I done to create these rigid bars?
Why do I not choose to simply shatter them?

Young Lady – Poetry

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Young Lady
By Talin Mari

In the distance, next to the tree,
I found a young girl with dreams.
She sat there, playing with dolls,
Not trying to unearth their faults.

Her timid innocence, enchanting,
Her quiet laughter, overpowering,
Her joyful playfulness, energizing.

In the distance, next to the tree,
There was a young girl, now a lady,
She sits there today, reading a story,
With pages guiding her past history.

Her volcanic spirit, constrained,
Her vibrant laughter, silenced,
Her lively playfulness, subdued.

In the distance, next to the tree,
There sat a young girl and a lady,
Not sitting, but dancing happily,
She discovered her inner beauty.

The End