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Today a tiring day at work looking at programs and presentations and a lot of talking. I really don’t know why I am here and what I should do to make me feel better. I am preparing for the second half of the wild ride. Saturday morning I am flying back to Irving, Texas to leave my apartment there, take my car and drive back to Virginia. Today I got an apartment here in Virginia and it costs more than double the rent I was paying in Texas. I could’ve saved money by staying with someone but considering my sleeping, smoking and talking habits, it is better for me to pay more and live as myself.
    I did not touched the other poem I am working on today but I always have something for you my Xanga family. Here is a poem from the chapter I called “She” that is the last woman I really loved but I ended up empty handed and broken hearted. This poem was written when I hated love, but it was spoken from a heart filled with love and eyes filled with tears. Visit LonelyPoet.Com to read the whole chapter with 23 poems.

Dawn To Dusk.
The morning woke up from the sleep,
With the warm caressing of the sun,
Darkness seems lost so deep,
In the ocean of light all around.
Into the morning mist I walk,
With thought that weaves dreams,
Dreams for the day to carry on;
Never wanted to live in a fantasy,
But was never out of it,
Never ever felt the reality,
Of love, of care and true passions,
Never found a way around it,
And still on a search in this crawling life,
To find a way to reality.
Though I see you only in my dreams,
I know you’re just not a dream;
But the touch of love I felt,
That will last far beyond my life,
Soothes my fears and pain,
And fills every moment of the day,
With thoughts about you in every way,
And I miss the charm of the day,
With the charm of you that sway,
A heart and soul that lives with hopes,
To see the light of just your love.
The tired sun takes his mighty dip,
Into oblivion leaving horizons bleeding
,And my hopes remains as it is;
I feel the cold hand of the nightfall,
I hear the growl of the aging owl,
And in this starless night I see,
Darkness creeping into every soul,
Filling in every corner of the world,
And warns me once more of the end of time,
But my feelings brightens with this thought,
Even the end of time will not,
Fill any darkness between our souls.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the winter of 1999.
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  1. good poem! love it hey just wanted to say I entered a poetry contest and my poem made it to the semifinalist! i didnt really think my poems were that good! but I want to thank you because of you I probably wouldnt have entered my poem!

  2. Wow.  I will have to go read the rest.  This was so touching.  Painful, loving, melancholy, a bit tortured even, numb seemed to ooze..as though stepping back within the pain to still see the sadness.

    Wow again.  I am so glad you posted this.

    Oh, btw?  Welcome to the east coast!  Virginia is lovely, and yes expensive.  I wish you all the best on this adventure.  Spice of life they say, but hey…poets….they really just want peace!  lol

    warm thoughts,
    SA

  3. very touching poem. you write so beautifully.

    Texas to Virginia is a long drive…please drive carefully and be safe.

    I think having your own apartment is well worth the extra money. You can’t put a price on privacy. And there’s something very freeing about having your own place.

    Good Luck!

  4. Have a safe flight back to Irving… and a safe drive to Virginia.
    Having your own place means you don’t need to count on anyone else – or the unexpected for that matter.  At least you
    have a certain amount of control.

    Prayers and Positive Vibes.
    Gabe

  5. hey thanx. i know about the positive stuff been told that alot because people think im a very negative person i can be at times but who isnt? anyways yeah thanx well we lost the game but i had fun!

  6. ryc: Thank you VERY much for what you said. I fell into photography by accident. I had a camera and posted photos of my everyday life. I like to capture things that I see because otherwise I forget. I have received good feedback. It evolved from there.

    Poetry, however, has been with me forever. It’s the way that I think. It is the best way that I speak. I struggle, often, with other forms of communication.

    Such as commenting on Xanga …

  7. hey it was unfair game 8 to …. alot of team mates lol but we should have won but they are screwed for playoffs since they just hit off a very slow girl and we are so ready! i cant wait! softball is my favorite game. anyways yeah soooooooo is poetry your only work?

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