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The Bright Dead Things is an anthology written by a teenage girl who is so passionate about writing. It is a collection of poems and poetry on different topics.

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THE BRIGHT DEAD THINGS

SADAF FATIMA

All rights reserved.

Sadaf Fatima asserts the moral right to be identified as author of this work.

Email us at: [email protected]

ISBN: 978-93-91843-21-2

ABOUT THE BOOK

I find it very hard to put my thoughts on paper and speak to my mind freely

Poetry is when an emotion has found it's thoughts and the thoughts has found words

There is nothing in the world like a good book. Reading and writing has always pulled me out of the darkest experiences in my life.

A writer is someone for whom writing is more different than it is for other people. Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.

Violets are dying

Inside I am crying

No one get sorrow for free.

Sometimes all you need is someone who understands you.

But I know my world

Especially when she was sad

Who I hoped would be my person

I will hold uh tight

In the arms

Because you are the one I want to hold.

My feet will walk with you anywhere you want. The only part of me I can't give you is my heart because well, that one already belongs to you.

The world wants to love the colourful you.

And ends with paradise

I will use a flower petal for paper

You are the king of my heart o father!

They do also lie in the garden's

God has not promised

Flower strewn pathways

God has not promised

Joy without sorrow

But God has promised

Rest for the labour

And things are not always okay

I can still see the sky

All can hear but only the sensitive can understand.

While closest ones

You are meant to shine from the inside out

U have magic flowing through your veins and crystals in

Don't let others dim your sparkling light

That they are going through

Beautiful light and your own joy

Deep down inside my heart

Some are important

Some dearest friends

Some familiar

I am confused in all this crowd

Poets think not only with their brain

The good thing is that

And that is why poetry is a deep deep art

Please wait and stop

I left myself

That turn is gone behind

Where are you?

Dear dad

No rhythm no rhyme

Or measure of time

How I love you

I desire you

Could never explain

And uh begin

in the deepest parts of me.

That do work that is earnest

Moment by moment

A thousand desires

A thousand wishes

Oh god! Bless us with comfort and peace

In every face we see

In every heart beat we hear

And let the world bloom

why is it like this?

I am so wordless unable to speak now

I do have complains on my lips not able to speak

I am losing everything

path

You came close and smiled in a way

Now my heart is neither awake or asleep

Something is happening!

I don't know how this happened

I don't know it had started to come

They say I am free like a bird

And atter my fight

But I need to watch my speed

They say I am free like a cascade

And where I am falling

Free to fly, flow and blow

Refrained free.

How much I need you to love and take care of me.

Show me through your arts of love the pure joy of living

grown

Onto children of my own

we are apart

We are writers

We don't cry

It's not hard to write when your hand is led by your heart and soul as well.

My soul would dry up and die!

She was her own star

We bloom

To open up ourselves

How you look at the stars

How you choose to face the sun

My sun

And all my stars

Use things, not people

Yet I rose with it

For the light of your love

Let there be fire, where there isn't possibility of warming

Let there be affection, where hate has taken place

It can easily sink in the ocean

Where it can be easily found

I am holding uh in my arms

THE BRIGHT DEAD THINGS

Poetry and Poems Only

SADAF FATIMA

The Bright Dead Things © Sadaf Fatima

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the presenters.

Sadaf Fatima asserts the moral right to be identified as author of this work.

Presentation by Caroling Pen Publishing.

Email us at: [email protected]

Website: www.carolingpen.com

ISBN: 978-93-91843-21-2

ABOUT THE AUTHOR