These poems are just from the top of my head. I rarely share my work of anything, but I think it's a good choice to put it out there and share. Another place to check out all my different work is: seachriya.deviantart.com . Enjoy my poems. Note - each paragraph is a new fresh poem.
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I fill up pages to please myself,
I shape myself to please others,
I don't know how you stop,
It keeps on haunting me,
this is my life and I want it to stop.
I have a gun and point it to my head,
hoping for a better day to come.

Dark room, with no light.
The shadows beckon me to have me play with them.
They say they will always be,
with me unlike the light. I wonder if what they say is true or not?
But my life is a living hell so I don't care what I do anymore.
I join the dark side.
-Forever to be fooled-

Music through the wind of your voice,
Glass glistening of your appearence,
Birds chirping out your laughter,
Happiness is your smile.
I wish you were still with me.
But your gone for miles.
I now see in a different way.
But I wish i can see you again with your smile.

Waterfalls gushing, i can feel the breeze.
The sound of everything crushing above you,
I close my eyes and imagine seagulls,
Pecking at the water looking for fish.
Things seems so calm.
But you don't know when things are going to burst,
So life is filled with mysteries.

House of mirrors have different kinds of mirrors to reflect on who you are.
People read others like book covers,
Disregarding the saying, don't judge a book by its cover.
But we can't help it, it's our nature, our instincts.
But we can't really read them from what they really are.
Some peoples pages are frayed and torn away,
But others are the opposite.
People are like books.
You won't know them well if you just read the cover, you have to get to know them and read their pages.

People wish their fantasies to be true,
I know I do, and you probably do aswell.
We like to dream, but some don't because of their nightmares,
Everyone has different experiences and memories.
Some like to forget and move on,
Others like to tend to stay and wish time won't move on.
But life is unfair as they say.
Reality is not fantasy,
Reality is reality and you have to push forward and learn.

I close my eyes, listening to music.
Music brings everyone to ease.
Makes them forget their realities and have them imagine,
Young and old have fantasies to imagine.
This is one thing we should all cherish.
Music gives us rhythm.

Fallen angels, fall once and stay on mortal land
Do they loose their wings? No, their wings are hidden.
Each day and night they are on the mortal land one of their feathers of their wings begin to turn black.
Their memories become hazy, who knows everyone might be a fallen angel. It is out nature to succumb to any type of sin.
Not all of us is 100% perfect.