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You said “You’re an inspiration” I look at you confused, For the words “She’s a drama queen” are all they ever used. You said “You have such focus” I wonder what you see, For they said I lack direction, don’t
You’re standing there while her body bleeds, Desperation in her eyes, You’ve made up your mind how you should proceed, Just send her home to die. A diagnosis of which you haven’t a clue, The stigma that you attach, Just
“A young, bubbly lass once I saw, Tall, dusky and a charming smile she wore. Like all little girls, she waited in anticipation, Of a handsome young man, Who’d love her like no one. Her little follies he would overlook,
I wanted to write something But my brain refused to spare anything I got agitated and start searching some others’ brain for lending I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping but found him to be still breathing
Little child in me remembers the phantom, Muscular and masked, Penetrating eyes, Outwitting the enemies in a flash, Reading with bated breath; Here I am glued to the screen, Phantoms running and scaling heights, Crawling with creepers around, With little
I felt the warm strengths of gentle motherly grips How swiftly and quietly my last breath here,slips Exact on time, undelayed Out of reach, Lords’ trade My eyes, terribly widened Chilled layer penetrated my yellow body With few words dying
finding ways of running from the one force was getting harder everyday, with no night coming up the hill like it used to. rain still came only enough for plants to make out a week’s menu for those who had
A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A
Well it just breaks my heart That you can’t be home for Christmas…nobody should have To work on Christmas day but Not everybody sees it my way People make excuses and say It’s not all about the money…yeah Right you
That’s it! Now that’s the stuff! More drugs. Damn doctors, actually believe this is fair? With their fancy and witty mugs: With careless hugs, And their snobby shrugs. The older pretentious ones don’t even have hair, Just cheap and obvious
A 5-year-old girl Throws a chair Because her teacher Doesn’t seem to care About how the girl Can’t sleep at night And nap time in Preschool Was where she might Two years later The girl is seven and she still
Spinning someplace in the blackness of space, A peculiar world hosts an unhuman race. Rethink reality, abandon earthly notions; Here, cerulean seas – There, prismatic oceans. Macro quantum motion; Instantaneous locomotion – No need for roads, Teleport to go; No
Roll up, roll up and welcome to the show Put your mind in neutral and go along with the flow The spin doctors are pumping out another remix on their digital decks Producers and directors using the full palette of
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.
I woke up knowing it was time. Only last week I was told about what was growing inside of me. They said it didn’t belong there. We are ready they said. Staring into its soon to hit nonexistence, the bitterness
I’ve waited all week to again see your face To smell your perfume during lovers embrace Hold your hand gently stare into your eyes I whisper I love you the truth never lies We look at each other with longing
She is a cold hearted Walks with random dresses and those messy hairs Her stunning expressions melts the tough hearts She is silly girl with so much class Her character becomes story which cant kept in an any frame She
It had rained streets painted black tiny lakes of standing water dimpled by drops still falling from evergreens city air fresh as it gets sky turning a painterly shade of blue and foliage green bleeding into morning crossing the bridge
In one’s life journey People that comes are many. No one is that which stays with thee Even shadows leave at the light’s scream. Everyone’s under a fictitious cloud Intriguing fancies speak aloud Death awarded at trust’s expense ‘Cause falsehood
Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.
Words I write, sentiments in print. Statements of my heart, daydreams on a sheet! The world outside is an impersonal act, The abode I built on a magic carpet takes me to heights, Of soaring kites, to gaze at star
AIDS-will you let me live? You will live, if you remain faithful to your spouse, you will live , if you avoid sexually depraved activities, you will live, if you leave morally permissive life, hedonist world, media, and society promote.
You tend to ostracize the apparition setting the real culprit free. It does not matter to pretend now, a damaged house has become a burden. Who was playing the enmity card? Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting the deceit