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I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held
From the twinkle in her eyes Oh the way they sparkle even when she cries The way her smile rises from each cheek Feelings she gives me that make me weak. They way her hair is somehow perfect done up
After seeding the clouds they were going to buy wet lips. Seven minutes to make a bomb: a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit, one headless body squirts a long jet of blood. Run, run for the cover, with nuggets
The lost soldier; He used to be a family’s shoulder Things happened that made him colder And act like a boulder Looking older Than his age Caused by rage And the many phases And stages Of his life The many
Out of the Box I was lost in the box called life…In it, (I) I wanted learning But my education was deafening I wanted truth But my reality faked its root I wanted to buy the right counsel But my
On that grimy Grimsday morn, The grumble deep and culby, There came a tinker-pick inside His appence crink and bulby. In thrumped a jangle-mangle man, With his coat and hat so hangled, His hair a-plot, his peepers piped, At the
The carcass lay on solid ground but no more a part of it as the future not yet found A symbol of the wasteland on which nothing matters and even the winds do not make a sound The driest and
It was a grizzly sky indeed So dull and drab The Kind, that reminds you of a Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair Puffing up a ballooned pout. Who is casting ash over Our azureous canopy? From where does this
Why you so tough You make my fingers so rough The more I try to move ahead Oh my! One or two will be dead And however hard I may try You will make sure you make me cry One
I was your fool motley of a business suit tie and mirror shined shoes drinking clear liquor from a flask just to get through a day without seeing you I lived out of my closet all my things you’d touched
your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to
out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell of a great story I’d like to tell to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell your body lies frozen in time Sublime the casket is
On a bright summer afternoon, Sometime around July I saw something like a cocoon, About to be a butterfly At the break of the night, On the 16th day It took its first flight, Towards the skies far away With
From what I have seen America is a well-oiled machine Our military Always ready to fight Together with so much might Leaving their homes night after night Saying goodbye believing it’s not your last sight Living in a whole With rations and
From yelling and screaming, to sobbing and feeling down. From being mad as hell, to throwing shit around. From an unwelcomed frown, to thoughts of regret. From pondering lifes path, to darting thoughts of fret. From shouting and kicking, to
How deep is the hole I fell into That light does not shine upon my naked soul Am I to live all eternity bound in this grave Once I heard your voice sing but only silence Greets my ears now
I tried yeah,I tried, I made you need me, what a difference today, you get honesty. You liked it and showered in thoughts that could be, deep down I knew it would never be me. Black widow you may say,
I take out my book I look at the pages Oh the depth of all that through me rages There is so many things I have left behind So many shredded by the ravages of time When I was young,
It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground
Her abuse of my naivety left a gaping wound; the cloaking (but never healing) of that wound made me hard and cold. She was sweet and sincere She dried my tears She was sympathetic And somewhat poetic She drew me
Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year
A dialogue with fear, to end the thought, was walking alone on the edge of death. All the mercy of life was with it. Gone were the waves, whispering, back to the sea of mundane paucities. The sky and the
When you’re there, It can be unmistakable. Like a mask, In a passing fable. You pretend to be tough, Cracking a smile fulfilling enough. Why you resist, Is from past unshakables, Hovering over intention, Permanent and unbreakable. Just then it
Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of
There is this smile again, The curve I never thought I would gain. This feeling of being thrown off a cliff, Worth taking the risk. There is this pain again, Trying to make you happy but in vain. This feeling
Outside my rain pours, inside your heart weeps More than a breathe in your mistress reeks Girdle me all along, I wanna divest in your cape Where I can probe for the measures of your step The day you assert,
A most glorified sound emerging from the center of a winter-land amphitheater. The singing of dark crowned Juncos, radiating through the shivering dry leaves of a lonesome birch tree. clothed in the tranquility of newly fallen snow. The singing birch
Your gifts, I do not want to keep. Shapeless doves on the grass, were ready to take a nascent flight. My small hands prepare a daisy meal. Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs. I pass the door, that moves
My mother had just put me down for a nap And was folding clean diapers on her lap When Cronkite broke in on her show And announced for everyone to know That JFK had been shot in Dallas He didn’t
Life Full of pain and strife How cruel, to snatch away all the good things I had Until I was left with only the bad Why did you have to leave so soon? I miss the times when we used
Everything was easy and the good guy was me Chasing bad guys through the cobbled streets of Galilee The wine was sweet joy, the mad loving intense Lead bullets were flying, lives lost makes no sense I’m a man of
Life has been never so humorous It is also not so rancorous. All teachers care for dangerous Children who lead life glamorous. But life my dear is not sonorous; It is much largely murderous. Teachers are the right rigorous, Who
Mind your third eye! It is the only place, Where you can freely Visualize your dreams; It is a reminder Of your third eye! What you expect to get or you excited for; or longed for; Whether it is in
Born out of hate condemned to fear each other, the race lives, the race dies. The loser finds a quotient to dig a mass grave for innocent paeans. My stains were bigger than you. In no man’s land, a corpse
This world was too much. to him. Sometimes he wanted to go insane. (He was talking to himself) . He cared too much of things and people around him, but it splits like a dry pod, the life, in throes
hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles
Humanity is moving through a dangerous phase, transition. Animal instincts intact, driving things forward. The animal can take us only so far. Procreation, self preservation now impeding the way. Sex and violence, the endocrine ruling the day, our lives. Hormone
Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no
Most difficult thing in the world is to Pardon Most easy thing in the world is also to pardon Difficulty stems from the thought that the one you have trusted has deceived you Trust in him originated to the fact
Spooked by a two headed snake, a double of a living person squirms. A moral crisis comes out of a cage. The private space is violated and bloodbath of robins start- to understand the unrest. Antimatter will keep the mystery
