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Hi, I'm Fatima but you call me Tammy. I'm a 22 year old freelance writer and marketing officer. I love art. Mostly the things you will see in this, would be my thoughts, my poems, my covers and anything that I love.

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LXVII

There it goes, flying away.

To never come back, this way.

Reaching out towards its way.

Only to struggle and watch it fade away.

Worth then shattered.

With it away, nothing mattered.

Heart and mind, now shallow and battered.

The wholeness that once there became tattered.

It slowly crept back.

Putting all worries in a sack.

To be thrown to the sea.

Hiding it from the eyes to see.

The piece, now complete.

Words in the mind, to compete.

But in the end, exploded.

In a parchment bloodied in black, executed.

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LXVI

Shrouded with passion.

But no body, to see the vision.

So it stays behind,

in the mind—

caught in a bind.

It trickles inside this body.

Like little fingers playing a melody.

However, became lost, to end up lonely.

Leaving it like an unrequited harmony.

Already drifting far;

heart beating with no par;

misery then drowned it deep—

not letting any life in it, to seep.

In the end there goes Yearning.

Endlessly, to the mind, beckoning.

With no one to yearn for;

what’s the passion then for?

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LXV.

If only wings are now at my back,
I would fly to give you what you lack.
The other ray of sunlight,
to your moon that would shine bright.
Never stop this exaltation,
for a many years that has been both our mission.

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LXIV.

I live in my own world.

Lonely, with no one to hold.

Though, as much as I don’t want;

avoiding them to go is still what I can’t.

It’s a lonely place up here.

In a place which I can only hear.

Inside of me, calling.

Until I end up drowning.

Not even able to get out.

Because, I, is the only way out.

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LXIII.

In the middle—

of the ocean of your smiles,

arms will swim a thousand miles.

In the light of your eyes,

never will darkness—

befall upon these eyes.

Take a hold of me and never leave;

for both now knew—

what it feels to live.

Unending symphony shall we make,

until both our hearts,

could no longer take.

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LXII.

From such an ancient time,

half of it lived sourly as lime.

Darkness was the bridge,

At the time the arms—

to each other—reached.

Laced by irony;

as it turned bright.

Too bright, to even smite.

Now the moon has stars,

in the form of blue eyes;

lovely like the skies.

Let these words,

be the hands that feel you.

Let every rhyme,

be the lips that kisses you.

Let all lines be,

the breaths shared when one with you.

Let this be the totality,

of feelings which the heart hold,

only for you.

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Before the Eyes Close

A bird flew by,

a color of black it wears;

and a dreadful message it bears.

The melodies of unheard cries,

came rushing,

and it is evidently, unstoppable.

The bed of end,

it has now been given. 

What was the life,

the soul bore prior to this?

Is this what all there is?

Will the vision now see the celestial beings…

Where only in dreams, indeed, it rings?

How does one experience a flight of life first—

before knowing one never had a life?

Pity, pity soul, it cries.

Cries, as the Death rise;

fries each breath—

that should never have left.

This is the last step,

and now it’s done

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LXI.

Twisting and turning 
twitching and mourning
on this white sheet
left alone with a single heart beat.

Voice silently echoed, 
returned with a complicated code
Eyes got distant,
left the soul hesitant.

Swimming, his form did
in the ocean of glory.
The other, drowning
in the waters of agony.
Days of bliss, slaved now by memory.
Never will the image, 
go back to being happy.

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To start off my gradual emancipation from some kind of hiatus, I present you a piano cover (well partial of it) of “One Pack of Smoke From Broke” by The Maine.

The reason for the little dead spots is I just started it like two hours ago. And obviously, I was jut messing around with the bass clef and all. I do happen to do the G-clef already. I’m still, however, in the process of experimenting with the bass clef of the remaining parts. 

So for now, have the partial of it. Hope you would enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don’t have a music sheet for it. Merely from what I heard, then added some flare. 

Tammy x

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Still Breathin’ Still Kickin’

Hello! Okay,  I know… I know that I have been away from this part of tumblr! And for that, I totally apologise. I may not be able to promise you that I’ll go back on posting the kind of posts (i.e art articles, fashion articles, literature articles, music recommendations, etc.) that I used to do. However, I may be able to promise you that, the poetry will keep on coming. I would also try my best to do posts of the aforementioned things, from time to time. Even I missed doing those things because seriously, it was fun. What else? I miss putting random thoughts in here, as well. So I may not be able to promise you that I would be able to post such things, but I will really try my best. Besides, this is the ultimate creative haven that I only have (aside from my RP blog) around Tumblr. Until then, this is just going to be here, popping in and out from time to time. See you mon amour!

Tammy x

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