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Examinations is like a blain – It is like a teacher with a cane; Rules and decrees do clearly lain To discourage us purpose main. We are made scared and wane Many a times makes us insane Brain is trained
The only thing which restrain Our progress and does train Us to locate the farthest wain And show us how we are wane. Exams by force does restrain Our growth changes into inane. We found nobody to explain Why teachers
Preparation. Fear. Worry. An open door. A desk A pen An A4 booklet Noise Suddenly Sitting Quiet. A voice Instruction Begin. Reading Questions. White paper. Cryptic I can’t understand. Fear. Worry Panic Sweat SCREAM silently Tears Breakdown Closed Brain-death Failure
Dear students Examinations denote That you and teachers clearly emote Their feelings out and try to devote Their time and energy for this rowboat. Mind that nurtures it will surely vote Their success to teacher to roam afloat. Let be
Sitting in the examination room paper crackling under your naked spine the worm of doubt working its way through your pipes just about falling asleep white noise strong as medicine honing the edge of your fever there’s a double tap
They were boys of Carson’s army, sons of Ulster, loyal and true, marching off to France for glory, fighting for the red, white and blue. Description of T Atkinson on enlistment height 5’7”, weight 122 lbs, chest when fully expanded
i get tired of the people red yellow black white you are precious but not mine i dont know the people you’re young are you married you’re old is there passion what is your preferred toothpaste rich or poor, can
Time passes by The birds flew high Grass is never greener on the other side They lied They lied Controlling your mind You’re being watched And they’re inside Your split mind Comedy and tragedy What is this horrid travesty The
I lay here feeling a violent hue a ravaged red- a blackened blue mis-taken words- no intent by you triggered the dark! the dark came through it rose to the surface and said its due shattered my heart and destroyed
Bitter gourd Tastes bitter — How do you know? Are you so gullible? You believe everything That you are told? Or, Did you check it out For yourself? Tomorrow Somebody might say That bitter gourd is sweet! Then, What Will
fingers stretching,scratching the peppery head, tangled dreams run befuddled in the tangled mass , the dirt in the grown nails on the stubby fingers, they make a jagged line on the crease worn cheek, creased face wrung dry from unfulfilled
In the republic of the broken home, Its the children, who hold fort alone, For those who sit upon the throne, Are away fighting battles of their own. Every morning they arrive at the front lines, Wearing uniforms and memorizing
This life is not enough to understand a girl friend what a thing she is! No dictionary has enough words to say about a real girl friend whatever she is. Sometimes we think the girlfriend is just like the summer.
He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without much delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I
They say; You know how to write. We just don’t have time for you. You know what, This is going to be painful. It’s never our intention to hurt anyone. The thing is, You seem quiet, arrogant. We’re unsure if
Sleep becomes an enemy, Sadness a close friend. Hiding pain so eagerly, Trying to see this till the end. Sorrow builds in her chest, Pain is left in her bed. Her nights so restless, Sad girl left for dead. What
They walk in dreams nightmarishly spirits of nameless faces staring without eyes. The screams: of a child on whom you poured boiling water. The screams: of a girl made to wear only flesh, because she ran away with a priest.
Voices in my head they don’t heed to me anymore have a life of their own and me as a slave critique everything I do fight over each small detail perspectives and bitter hurt and they keep it alive keep
How happy are you in your new world? What did I do to not deserve a place there? How much love do you receive everyday? Ever wondered if I could have offered more? Crying your loss is easy, Crying without
Open the door and usher in some light watch the dismal darkness fade away. Question your sorrow, your beliefs, ponder what was good, forget the bad. Bury the visions that haunt you, they are but ghosts of time gone by.
Let Judgement be on you! When did you take up God’s role? Did it ever occur to you that your opinions are of your own insecurities? Did anyone inform you that not every one will follow the norm? I look
The plan was thought out, Execution nearly flawless, In and out of the bank, Two men so lawless. Tellers shook, guns drew, Security was a fill in, The managers off too, A day when no one could lose. Twenty seconds
Delight in a day that’s been borrowed to you Your life, a dream it’s given to you, all in a day you say thank you. The children their laughter heart melting and true. A thought that’s been given to you,
A cascade of vibrant pink Flowing through thorny boughs Not just a vine, not just a bush But a perfect treat for the eyes Blossoming freely round the year As a real all-time pleasure Be it the scorching summer blaze
Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to
Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, Soar up in the day and night, reaching the boundless height, let us merge with horizon & light! Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, swing and sway amongst the sun, chase the clouds and
On Christmas, Hegel smiles; No year stands up unless a year dies. No butterfly flies up, unless a cocoon is torn out. Crucifixion, dear gentlemen, is the ultimate dialect in the forest of a boring time. Crucifixion, dear ladies, is
With our fingers entwined in deep embrace We stare out, away to some different space The passion unspent is heightened here, But then there is this guilt with a tinge of fear We barely meet eyes, We rarely speak, But
Run away, as fast as you can You cannot escape what is at hand. Turning away, you will just find That you are only trapped within your mind. Enclosed environments in lies the viewing As everyone watches, your mind is
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