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From birth you are given a role many would deem inhumane You are forced into clothes and put to work for selfish men One day you are chosen to fulfil your duty Even though your obligation will change you into
Thank you for finally listening Although now it is far too late. The death toll continues climbing While nervously you speculate. Black clouds of neglect still shroud us; ferociously the flames rage on It’s 16 hours and counting Our heartache
I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,
This is a post dedicated to the crazy people who were and who are out there. Life shows new things every day, Some are sad, Some happy. Some are interesting, Some dull. Some make us cry, Some make us laugh.
I saw a place with a thousand islands Stretching from the clouds to the deep Meeting people with talents of grand Liberated together, not by a pity demand A picture popped through my head Filled with colors blue and red
Atop our heads, we place a special hat, We pull it off and that’s where verse is found. We look to Sklyark’s flight if we fall flat, Then link our words to pictures that resound. The muses visit us and
All I wanted was to arrive from the absence of me, through the sluice of scars; life was never the same again. Some inner birth took place; awakening of sorrow for the attempts to take on adversary. Pure disquiet, I
Nobody likes me, everybody does too I’m not divine, neither are you. Why do you hate to hear about a daughter? And cannot make your brain broader! You have used me as a tool; Never allowed me to attend school.
I wonder how many poets died with voices unheard How many minds were robbed from the herd The amount of people with beautiful science in their mind Forced to neglect, to go through everyday’s struggle and grind Why must a
Love, what a beautiful addiction. Drug, with no prescription. Throughout life it is used, limits easily abused. Aroma, oh so sweet. Looks, sometimes a cheat. Yet, we take what we can get. Our greatest asset. With drugs come side effects:
The Heavens look awesome from where I stand, Staggering my thoughts, such expanse to fly, Is such splendor seen from your side of land Despite clouds that the viewing of which deny; I raised my outstretched hand to feel the
Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after
Do you remember when you were young: When they sold us a future in which everyone Would have more time for leisure and Life’s simple pleasures? I do. I remember how ‘progress’ was sold as the shift Toward treasured Modernity’s
Man of few words, He scars his badge of honor kept himself a shield of neglect, holding onto tears that dripped no longer an ode sang the orientals ” ‘t was summers of an ancient time, He had visions of
The pulse seems tranquil and still, But they don’t have blood in it filled. Strange, the brain is at bark within. Why this uneasiness seems like an attaching shark? I do sit and endeavour to settle it down, But for
Time will arrive again, unfair Events will vanish and good days will come. You will forget your scary canvas where Dark pictures of your battered soul cause Misgivings of the sunny days and glum Thoughts, tension always wrecks your puerile
The moon is declining on its late night journey The lady you adored all through out the years Is returning to daily fold with respectable form, The October sky is cloudy and moist like your vision, You have scant sleep
A path that exists between birth and death, this life is never straight. Every time you need to confront obstacles, even if you have already fought many battles. The book of life contains both happy and sad memories, and it
The day seemed to start in an old fashioned way With arguments, laughter and children at play, The only thing different and wholly unplanned Was the man on the beach who drew dreams in the sand, He looked different some
After rolling the story of wrong sex by teeth the sheen comes off the subway and a hanging moon starts rotating a lonely earth. I was afraid of rumors, they were snowballing. The particles were dismayed at medieval thinking so
O Swan of this enchanted lake Let me wander inside your magical dimension If melancholy causes the charm to break With your melodies, I beg thee, heal this pattern By this lake tendrils twirling Humming with an exuberant fashion One
Listening to nothing in my ribcage I see the void growing deep within Playing catch with blame and misery I bleed sense unto past memories. I am machine a part of me is a soldier enlisted to serve broken dreams.
It was not dark in a killing field. A primitivism has prevailed upon an intimate hate crime for brand mnemonics. A bronzed moon will come out tonight. The glances were missing and you – cannot see properly. The blue bird
Problems Belong to A huge, Closely-knit Family! When Problems come, They come With all their Relatives And distant relatives In tow! So, If you are Inviting problems, Be prepared for A huge guest list And a long stay!
Circles abound Clouds unbroken in high sky Sun pounds down Patterns quilted to my eyes Legs quaking Muscle sinews shaking Metal missiles passing Broken glass refracting The bloody image drowns my mind My foot gone numb steps the edge and
In a world of dreams and imaginations, There’s perfection, make-believe stories. All’s the way, we wish life to be. With equality, without disease, Over populated places. All reside in mansions, have beautiful bodies. Love is as the Cinderella story. King
Have you contrived, to deprive me of sleep, By way of smiles, and acts of sweet accord, To make me toss in bed, for meanings, deep, Which sowed between my heart and mind, discord? Have you, your ways conspired to
A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet