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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
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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
Poetry and Poems Only
The Bright Dead Things © Sadaf Fatima
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