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Teachers at my school, thought of me as dumb and a young silly fool. My immature mind, thought my teachers were in their right mind. This was not so, they let me down but they didn’t even know. This young
The ants are at the banana in advance of the beneficence of the sun a brown on brown crime as three tribes have extended hungry mandible-tipped spears to carry back the rich flesh within the maws of their concrete oases
The hardest thing I have ever done was say goodbye to you Reckless words spoken, a desperate act of an unknowing fool Time doesn’t heal all wounds, only those of flesh and bone A broken heart will easily shatter, no
he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages
My secret place is condensed by the deepness of the everglades, mixed with boldness of green Arabic sparks. My secret place is a place of comfort, a place of trust. Remembrance follows my innermost dreams. A place I can call
Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The
Why today? Many ask Why not today? The reply should be For Good things For jovial things For gatherings For Picnics For Meeting a lover You want it today For all other which does not suit you you dont want
Oh infidels! Beg the Almighty to keep the Innocents in eternal bliss. For even one of them awakens, retribution will be so just, that the devil himself will tremble, and the darkest ravines of hell will offer no solace. Please
I was doing so well. At least so I thought. Maybe For ONE moment, I was over you. Maybe For ONE moment, I was happy. But Suddenly, I saw something, Something amazing, So sophisticated, Made me eager, and intrigued. It
THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing
Everything in her serve the good in others, her daily activities promote joy and happiness of fellow humans. Early in the morning, her concern is her household, throughout the day, her interest is about home front’s welfare At night she
HEART ON HAPPY PLACE is your kiss on my lips The tender touch of your hand upon my face The way you hold me tight, every morning, Every night oh it’s like some kinda fairy tale Romance, love heaven sent
Wish I could edit life’s errors. Retrace my steps, reclaim All I lost, gave up on. I’d give my present knowledge To my younger self. Carry my youthful vigor for life, hold unto my experiences. My second thoughts I’d make
Fire in the forests Or forests on fire Absolute catastrophe For the flora and fauna Living in there ! It brings untold sufferings To the myriad life forms Ranging from soft green grass To thick bush lines and tough tree
Were alcohol to be available only with prescriptions, imagine what would happen to the alone & the broken hearted? Each moment of loneliness and every second of pain, would have to be accounted for, and measured in units of spirits.
we’d been cooped up by rain at the end of September family and cats. gradually contempt bred until sun and heat returned in respite, grass warming to please all species of toes. cats charged around unruly flower beds, flossing fangs
With gray wolves around, he put the gun on the chin and pulled the trigger. The crowded nest and tainted gemones: the double helix had the sex crumbling: consensual hate. Some beasts and hairy saints were turning the world black,
Are we ready for what’s to come? Will we know how to behave? Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
Hollyhocks will not let me go; hold my hands. Shying away they were turning to ashes. In the night, wisteria emanates a hungry cry. Though wind had announced sun has not kept the promise. I gasp for the body silver
Here come the lights, what’s that I see? New blocks rising, no sympathizing, progress must be made, Here come the machines to take over from the spades, churning up the history, now to remain a mystery, that doesn’t matter, we
This night, the moon shining at the window There are some noises tonight Tonight there are some noises to build love There are some noises tonight Not all angels look alike, not all, my love! With some there’s nothing left
Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and
YOU UPSET THE GRACE OF LIVING WHEN YOU LIE: LETTERS THE DEAD DISPATCH ‘the singing of the song sustained an echo of the life…’ (Tim Hardin 1940 – 1980) you say you hear voices in your head, and that one
My beloved you are so sweet Your beauty even Spring can’t beat Warm more than scorching sun heat Our hearts are blended to meet I have not seen beauty like you Very many come cross and through What to learn
November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.
Carrying my words in a small jewel box I was listening to silence of falling rain, to heal my truth. A blueberry moon was peeking from behind the hills. Crazy clouds started a celebration. Sometimes you want to stop in
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones. Some wake you up after they’re gone- others startle you as they depart. Lovers depart like a fife- cutting silence with great
Mind your language Hold your tongue—-don’t let it wag Put it between. Words can be treacherous Be mindful enough to check their undaunted flow They might submerge you. Avoid speech Seal your lips Rise a wall Reality is risky Secure