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Once had a very thoughtful and close caring friend I thought the great times with him, would never end My boyfriend and I visited him frequently everyday For many movies we watched and games we’d play One night my boyfriend
Once had a very good close caring friend I thought the great times would never end My boyfriend and I visited him regularly everyday For many movies we watched, and games we’d play One night my boyfriend left his gray
There’s a man called Mr. Mischief, He tickles you till you cry out, Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout, He hides your pencil under your pillow, He also hid my book, ‘Wind in
As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
Flipping pages inhaling words Like open arms and fluttering birds. A clay pot, a blue sky. Paddy fields passing by. Just touch each word, it comes to life With laughter, anger, pleasure and strife I travel with people living in
A piece of glass shattered distorted on the floor A form no longer but pieces of what was once before A person would be dead if he broke but you wouldn’t be sure A slow process of gathering information to
She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.
Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a
The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty
Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,
The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I
Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers?
That fierce winter night I was passing through the dense forest what a terrible night of winter it was black clouds had covered moonlight woods was plunged into complete darkness and capped by the terrible silence sometimes frightening voices of
somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife
It is full dark before 2:00 PM every day. temple bells ring in the streets for the dead the high chimes disturb the windless fall of ash. the planet had bellowed now it crouches still expecting another lash. we are
Some things in life don’t make sense In your mind you make a fence To keep the bad out is hard Said the Broken Bard You might believe in something Think it’s love when it’s a fling Think that tomorrow’s
Freezing was not required for the casket. It only contained a shroud. The schism had scored a victory. Bystanders will find a dark matter between the words. The god was very lonely today. The black wounds start crying. A white
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
Winged companions tweet, The most beautiful melody, Of the song in my soul, In the twilight magical hour. Unnoticed and always present, Like a gentle heartbeat, A fragile throb of life, That is beyond my realm. With tiny flapping wings,
Kashmir weeps, All her admirers abandoned, She had all to attract, The beautiful valleys, Proud and elegant mountains, Greenary,lakes and what not? A heaven on earth, Kashmir weeps, Curses its destiny, Literary turned into a military camp, Rich culture heritage
Northumberland to Newcastle And Cumbria’s lofty hills. Durham down through Cleveland To Yorkshire’s misty dales. Across to dear old Lancashire It’s Mancs and Scousers too. Cheshire, Staffs and Shropshire The Severn lands of dew Across into the Midlands Leicester, Notts,
My arms ached rowing amidst the muddy water of the holy river.. My head reeled battling against the flighty stress carving my mind.. My eyes crammed pursuing peace, as I strived amid the holy river.. The night was dark my
First driblets of rain after long Flowing down through the bamboo Landed on my chin; For a change it was tears of glee. A sigh of freed up stress Emanating from deep within Up through the bamboo; For a change
All alone I walk in the dungeons carved inside my mind by misery, and trails of dried tears run deep, leaving behind the sultry nights, thinking! Craving the deceptive self to ignore desolation, I wander in the deserts where mystery
Dissolve all your sorrows in the cup of your mind, Stir it with ladle of sweet thoughts, Let the fragrance come out through the words you speak. Serve it on a platter with gentle and encouraging words, That would be
*A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it.* Dim the lights, for in darkness
I miss you And I look for you among everyone I meet Someone’s smile reminds me of you Someone else’s laughter I hear your voice in someone I feel your scent elsewhere Everyone I meet reminds me of you And
If Time is measured on those moments spent, On instances we treasured, how it went, While based on heartbeats that we often hear, When to each other we have come so near, Time seemed so fast, and gone before we
A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole
We walk the deserted streets of my city. The scorching hot cement sizzles that transparent vibration that warmth has under the light of day. We go from empty shops to empty museums to empty shops again, staring at blank walls
Positive thinking brought positive results I bounced back from my minds insults Im free from the torture my mind endured How bad I truly was seems absurd Free to enjoy the future once more Can use my mind for what