There are some seeds in the soul of soil, that only sprout under rain..
There are candles of life... inside every soul that burn only when they experience love...
Those burning petals without quenching the thirst for a kiss.. Those lips... got sweeter with those unspoken words
Yet we sit still living in each other's eyes... Its beyond mute...
#review #poetry
There are candles of life... inside every soul that burn only when they experience love...
Those burning petals without quenching the thirst for a kiss.. Those lips... got sweeter with those unspoken words
Yet we sit still living in each other's eyes... Its beyond mute...
#review #poetry
White like is different from that red heart
white is simple of purity but heart is a symbol of love
u had both n I lost both
u taught me everything
n now I m broken like nothing
completely useless
just come n throw me
in a dirty street bin
Gud night guys
#review
#divyabhatia
white is simple of purity but heart is a symbol of love
u had both n I lost both
u taught me everything
n now I m broken like nothing
completely useless
just come n throw me
in a dirty street bin
Gud night guys
#review
#divyabhatia
I started shivering, goosebumps on my body, thunder stroke in my heart, chaos in my brain, when I opened my eyes there was darkness, grabbed myself in between folded legs and my hands wrapped around it, it all happened when you left me without saying a single word. #review #sn #microtale
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 28
CONDITION: Paranormal
PROMPT: It was Christmas morning. The sidewalks were empty except for a lone man walking a kid’s bike to...
This happened every year. Tucked under my mum, we stared out the window. My mom looked on intently. I had chills all over. Every family on the street did same.
We weren't allowed to speak, we weren't allowed to make a sound. We all had eyes fixed on him.
He hobbled with each step. The bicycle he pushed seemed to have aged with him. Paint all worn off, rusty spokes, one tie partially empty of air.
Disunity was the definition of his scarf.
Each year, he'd walk down the road to the mouth of the forest. The hills around our valley would quake. I hadn't been able to stomach it all of my fifteen years on earth. Mother would press my face against her chest to muffle my sniffles.
Nobody was allowed to speak of the events of Christmas morning. This year, I was going to be strong. I was going to face that which I feared.
We moved to the next window. Only the first part of his walk could be seen through the first.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
And then it begun.
The hills... They danced. Moving from side to side as the trees began to part.
The clear sky was no more. The thunder pealed. Weary clouds dark as soot descended to cover the forest.
And then, the beating of wings...
A shriek tore through the sky and parted the clouds. My eyes were widened in awe and were teary in fright.
Then, it fell from the sky. The trees bowed, the hills were still. It was beyond my words. The king had come.
The Griffon that protected us.
It was real.
The man bowed his head. The bicycle was an offering?
The creature stared at it, extending regal wings towards it.Then it vanished.
I turned to my mother, face drained of blood and expression.
"Max. That man's son broke the rules fifty years ago. He took his bike out for a ride on Christmas morning.
I was five then. The man was over sixty. His son was twelve. The Griffon devoured him leaving the bike that defiled the road and placing the man under a curse.
Each year. He walks down the path with the bike to promise the Griffon that no other would defile the path. No one knows when or how the curse will be broken."
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 28
CONDITION: Paranormal
PROMPT: It was Christmas morning. The sidewalks were empty except for a lone man walking a kid’s bike to...
This happened every year. Tucked under my mum, we stared out the window. My mom looked on intently. I had chills all over. Every family on the street did same.
We weren't allowed to speak, we weren't allowed to make a sound. We all had eyes fixed on him.
He hobbled with each step. The bicycle he pushed seemed to have aged with him. Paint all worn off, rusty spokes, one tie partially empty of air.
Disunity was the definition of his scarf.
Each year, he'd walk down the road to the mouth of the forest. The hills around our valley would quake. I hadn't been able to stomach it all of my fifteen years on earth. Mother would press my face against her chest to muffle my sniffles.
Nobody was allowed to speak of the events of Christmas morning. This year, I was going to be strong. I was going to face that which I feared.
We moved to the next window. Only the first part of his walk could be seen through the first.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
And then it begun.
The hills... They danced. Moving from side to side as the trees began to part.
The clear sky was no more. The thunder pealed. Weary clouds dark as soot descended to cover the forest.
And then, the beating of wings...
A shriek tore through the sky and parted the clouds. My eyes were widened in awe and were teary in fright.
Then, it fell from the sky. The trees bowed, the hills were still. It was beyond my words. The king had come.
The Griffon that protected us.
It was real.
The man bowed his head. The bicycle was an offering?
The creature stared at it, extending regal wings towards it.Then it vanished.
I turned to my mother, face drained of blood and expression.
"Max. That man's son broke the rules fifty years ago. He took his bike out for a ride on Christmas morning.
I was five then. The man was over sixty. His son was twelve. The Griffon devoured him leaving the bike that defiled the road and placing the man under a curse.
Each year. He walks down the path with the bike to promise the Griffon that no other would defile the path. No one knows when or how the curse will be broken."
#MA #review #shortstory
I'm sorry I might have pushed you too far
Life is about making choices, please don't fright
I'm sorry I might have let you down
Put me in your shoes and see why I cry.
I'm sorry I gave up on her
She was the spark that lighted my soul on fire
So I'm sorry I left without a sign
If only things were better, I wouldn't have tried.
Sometimes we do the wrong thing for the right reason
I thought I was helping but no I was not fixing.
I took you up, then I let you down
Please forgive me, I never meant to be foul.
#review #Poetry #oba #wca #wcss
Life is about making choices, please don't fright
I'm sorry I might have let you down
Put me in your shoes and see why I cry.
I'm sorry I gave up on her
She was the spark that lighted my soul on fire
So I'm sorry I left without a sign
If only things were better, I wouldn't have tried.
Sometimes we do the wrong thing for the right reason
I thought I was helping but no I was not fixing.
I took you up, then I let you down
Please forgive me, I never meant to be foul.
#review #Poetry #oba #wca #wcss
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 29
CONDITION: Horror
PROMPT: You wake up at 4 am, and there is a man you have never met standing over you.
"Jesus!" My hands searched for the lamp switch and my glasses. Everything was blurry. But I knew there was someone there. This couldn't be a dream. I closed my eyes to slip on my glasses and...
"Babe, it's just me." She said.
I could swear my wife was beside me when I woke up. Now she wasn't? I could swear!!! There were three people in the room.
My mind raced. Gut coiled into a knot. I backed away chest heaving. Eyes locked on her the whole way till I was almost sitting.
"Babe, why you being all weird? Bad dream?" She asked, smiling warmly as always.
She came closer. "Babe?"
I still hadn't said a word. I was stuck in my head.
She joined me on the bed, head on my chest and arms wrapped around me.
"Babe talk to me! What's wrong? I don't like it when you get like this."
That was my wife. I sighed and melted into her. I was calm again.
"Did you hear that?" My body stiffened again.
"Yes I did, your heart beat is beautiful." She replied.
"No, no, the bed shook. You didn't feel it?"
She sighed and gave me worried eyes. "Babe, I think you're hungry, I'll go fix breakfast."
"No. Liz, I'm serious. I hea..Ha! there it is again!"
This time I was sure! I didn't need a second opinion.
"Liz you didn't feel that?"
She said nothing and cuddled harder. Too hard.
"Liz stop. I'm serious."
Then another shake. It was vigorous. Someone was down there!
I squirmed out of her grip. She was pretending to be asleep. I left her on my side of the bed and moved to hers. Slowly. I reached for the baseball bat. It was perched on the wall for emergencies. And for times like this.
...
It was Liz! Another Liz. The sincerity in her eyes. That was Liz. My Liz! All tied up and gagged. Someone had shoved her under there.
Then I stopped. Who was on the bed with me?!
I lifted my head. Liz was on the bed. Right where I left her
I looked back down. Liz was on the floor, tied up and gagged.
Then to the bed again. NOBODY THERE!
Footsteps scurried around the room.I saw no one. My ears followed them. From end to end. Up the walls and down. The lamp flickered.
And icy palm touched my shoulder. A reptilian tongue searched my ear.
"Your heart beat is beautiful, I can almost taste it."
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 29
CONDITION: Horror
PROMPT: You wake up at 4 am, and there is a man you have never met standing over you.
"Jesus!" My hands searched for the lamp switch and my glasses. Everything was blurry. But I knew there was someone there. This couldn't be a dream. I closed my eyes to slip on my glasses and...
"Babe, it's just me." She said.
I could swear my wife was beside me when I woke up. Now she wasn't? I could swear!!! There were three people in the room.
My mind raced. Gut coiled into a knot. I backed away chest heaving. Eyes locked on her the whole way till I was almost sitting.
"Babe, why you being all weird? Bad dream?" She asked, smiling warmly as always.
She came closer. "Babe?"
I still hadn't said a word. I was stuck in my head.
She joined me on the bed, head on my chest and arms wrapped around me.
"Babe talk to me! What's wrong? I don't like it when you get like this."
That was my wife. I sighed and melted into her. I was calm again.
"Did you hear that?" My body stiffened again.
"Yes I did, your heart beat is beautiful." She replied.
"No, no, the bed shook. You didn't feel it?"
She sighed and gave me worried eyes. "Babe, I think you're hungry, I'll go fix breakfast."
"No. Liz, I'm serious. I hea..Ha! there it is again!"
This time I was sure! I didn't need a second opinion.
"Liz you didn't feel that?"
She said nothing and cuddled harder. Too hard.
"Liz stop. I'm serious."
Then another shake. It was vigorous. Someone was down there!
I squirmed out of her grip. She was pretending to be asleep. I left her on my side of the bed and moved to hers. Slowly. I reached for the baseball bat. It was perched on the wall for emergencies. And for times like this.
...
It was Liz! Another Liz. The sincerity in her eyes. That was Liz. My Liz! All tied up and gagged. Someone had shoved her under there.
Then I stopped. Who was on the bed with me?!
I lifted my head. Liz was on the bed. Right where I left her
I looked back down. Liz was on the floor, tied up and gagged.
Then to the bed again. NOBODY THERE!
Footsteps scurried around the room.I saw no one. My ears followed them. From end to end. Up the walls and down. The lamp flickered.
And icy palm touched my shoulder. A reptilian tongue searched my ear.
"Your heart beat is beautiful, I can almost taste it."
#MA #review #shortstory
#wca
#wcss
#review
#Aarushi
#poetry
Title: Drowning all the way down.
I did build up walls,
secured myself in a world of my own,
but still those waves hit me,
drowning me all the way down.
A hand that came from somewhere,
shook my faith in myself to the bone,
the hand went away,
but the aftermath made me drown.
A constant struggle, a ferocious war,
going on with and against myself,
making me hate what I am,
just because I was being myself.
A small crime, to be what I am,
made me an object of loathe,
made me drown in waves of depression,
but, then I made an oath.
No one must be my boundary,
no one should be the brutal judge,
who will make me drown again,
their oppression won't make me budge.
I rose from the waves,
winning against a weaker me,
let's see if they win now,
if they can define me.
P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.
#wcss
#review
#Aarushi
#poetry
Title: Drowning all the way down.
I did build up walls,
secured myself in a world of my own,
but still those waves hit me,
drowning me all the way down.
A hand that came from somewhere,
shook my faith in myself to the bone,
the hand went away,
but the aftermath made me drown.
A constant struggle, a ferocious war,
going on with and against myself,
making me hate what I am,
just because I was being myself.
A small crime, to be what I am,
made me an object of loathe,
made me drown in waves of depression,
but, then I made an oath.
No one must be my boundary,
no one should be the brutal judge,
who will make me drown again,
their oppression won't make me budge.
I rose from the waves,
winning against a weaker me,
let's see if they win now,
if they can define me.
P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.
#persephone #review #wca #wcss
#prompt
IRONY
I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said.
I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad.
But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say.
One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last.
He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.
#prompt
IRONY
I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said.
I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad.
But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say.
One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last.
He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.
Darkness
When darkness comes and silence arose
The beat of my heart became so shallow.
The smell of fear is all I perceive
Anger arose within me and my pain conceal.
The man in the mirror is scared
Darkness has taken a toll, leaving me benign.
I looked around, I see no one
My works are done, and I have lost.
My shames and my glory all before me
There's nothing I can do, than sit or dive in.
The arrows of revenge rage
Suddenly It's like I could fight again.
Still I looked around and found no one
My works are done and I have lost.
How did I get here? I asked myself
I used to be king, my palace right here.
I have slaves, I keep maids
My yards are big, but now they're fade
Was it not I? I could look dragon in the face
I have many kingdoms, I wipe nations in a gaze
I never dwell among the peasant, I was power
But darkness has taken it toll, as higher as I was, I am lower.
#review #poetry #oba
When darkness comes and silence arose
The beat of my heart became so shallow.
The smell of fear is all I perceive
Anger arose within me and my pain conceal.
The man in the mirror is scared
Darkness has taken a toll, leaving me benign.
I looked around, I see no one
My works are done, and I have lost.
My shames and my glory all before me
There's nothing I can do, than sit or dive in.
The arrows of revenge rage
Suddenly It's like I could fight again.
Still I looked around and found no one
My works are done and I have lost.
How did I get here? I asked myself
I used to be king, my palace right here.
I have slaves, I keep maids
My yards are big, but now they're fade
Was it not I? I could look dragon in the face
I have many kingdoms, I wipe nations in a gaze
I never dwell among the peasant, I was power
But darkness has taken it toll, as higher as I was, I am lower.
#review #poetry #oba
How do you know its over
And your heart has come undone
In hopes of being together
You have been flying too close to the sun.They say love never ends
Well it has today for me
My heart is broken I can't mend it
But I can and i will live my life and not end it
I hate love, I hate love , I hate love,
But again I ask
How do I know if it's really over
Your hands are shaking
The sky has fallen
It took years to say 3 words
And it all crumbled in 3 seconds
The next day , she didn't come running
The next day, she didn't introduce you to the new kid as her bestfriend
She sat on a seat
Surrounded by her new friends
Where there probably was a new you
#review #garima #onesidedlove
And your heart has come undone
In hopes of being together
You have been flying too close to the sun.They say love never ends
Well it has today for me
My heart is broken I can't mend it
But I can and i will live my life and not end it
I hate love, I hate love , I hate love,
But again I ask
How do I know if it's really over
Your hands are shaking
The sky has fallen
It took years to say 3 words
And it all crumbled in 3 seconds
The next day , she didn't come running
The next day, she didn't introduce you to the new kid as her bestfriend
She sat on a seat
Surrounded by her new friends
Where there probably was a new you
#review #garima #onesidedlove
The Undying Man
Survives after
The strike of death
And is reborn
By mother grave
He acquires
A new trait inborn.
And will never see
Death again
His new home
May be in Jahannam -
That faces fall off
Facing a fliud it boiled
Where his food
Will be Zaqqum -
A poisonous and thorny plant
Which stood the heat of hell
And his drink
Will be Hamiim -
That quenches no thirst
But melts all it flows through
And alas,
He won't be gifted,
With slow and painful death
For he's now immortal.
Or his new home
May be in The Garden -
Whose weather
Is happiness
At its doorstep
He will bid farewell
To fear, thirst and hunger
Along with his ailments:
Resentment and sadness
Including their allies.
And his cup of greed
Will be filled with sea.
The strike before
Was by a timekeeper
Who stroke on him when
His time to choose was up.
#AhmadMusa #review #review
Survives after
The strike of death
And is reborn
By mother grave
He acquires
A new trait inborn.
And will never see
Death again
His new home
May be in Jahannam -
That faces fall off
Facing a fliud it boiled
Where his food
Will be Zaqqum -
A poisonous and thorny plant
Which stood the heat of hell
And his drink
Will be Hamiim -
That quenches no thirst
But melts all it flows through
And alas,
He won't be gifted,
With slow and painful death
For he's now immortal.
Or his new home
May be in The Garden -
Whose weather
Is happiness
At its doorstep
He will bid farewell
To fear, thirst and hunger
Along with his ailments:
Resentment and sadness
Including their allies.
And his cup of greed
Will be filled with sea.
The strike before
Was by a timekeeper
Who stroke on him when
His time to choose was up.
#AhmadMusa #review #review
Annie, she was scraching the table sitting on her bed near her window.It was late 1 O clock. She was just wondering how should she kill this time. She recieved a message from David his friend.
David:"Hey hey hey are you up?"
Annie:" yup"
David:"What are you doin?"
Annie:" nothing just tryna sleeping"
David:"Wooo"
Annie:" wht are u upto david?"
David:" Studying "
Annie:" just throw it away when did you started studin "
David:" Ha ha "
Annie:" the wind is sassing loud"
David:" aaa Yesss "
Annie:" I feel somethin ill"
David: "What happened"
Annie : " nothin I heard some squealing noise"
David:"Ahh cut it out, I have to tell you something "
Annie " yup tell me"
David: "This friend Jonny my oh my he proposed me today"
Annie: " you accepted it right ?"
Annie " joking"
David : "I said nooo "
Annie: " oooo"
David : " He was like mad for me"
Annie : " Ah someone's in my garden"
Annie: " is it some sort of prank david is it you? It looks like you "
David : " Funny hah I am texting you here"
Annie: " looks like you he is digging the garden "
David :" Annie just call your parents"
Annie : " I am home alone"
David : " Shall I call the cops?
Annie : " omg omg he is breaking the door"
David : "What Annie Annie"
David "hello Annie?
Annie : " he is in the house approaching upstairs what should I do???? "
David: " Be calm take something sharp maybe a knife"
Annie : " he is on the stairs what do i do?
David : " I have called the cops be calm"
Annie : " Do you love me David?.Tell me do you?"
David: " This aint the time to ask this stuff"
Annie : " The sound is moving far away."
David : " Wait there till the cops come"
Annie : " Yes I will wait forever. David tell do you love me ?:
David " Annie..."
Annie :" David he is gone. Do not worry he left the house."
David: " How do I know this is Annie?"
Annie left the chat.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
David:"Hey hey hey are you up?"
Annie:" yup"
David:"What are you doin?"
Annie:" nothing just tryna sleeping"
David:"Wooo"
Annie:" wht are u upto david?"
David:" Studying "
Annie:" just throw it away when did you started studin "
David:" Ha ha "
Annie:" the wind is sassing loud"
David:" aaa Yesss "
Annie:" I feel somethin ill"
David: "What happened"
Annie : " nothin I heard some squealing noise"
David:"Ahh cut it out, I have to tell you something "
Annie " yup tell me"
David: "This friend Jonny my oh my he proposed me today"
Annie: " you accepted it right ?"
Annie " joking"
David : "I said nooo "
Annie: " oooo"
David : " He was like mad for me"
Annie : " Ah someone's in my garden"
Annie: " is it some sort of prank david is it you? It looks like you "
David : " Funny hah I am texting you here"
Annie: " looks like you he is digging the garden "
David :" Annie just call your parents"
Annie : " I am home alone"
David : " Shall I call the cops?
Annie : " omg omg he is breaking the door"
David : "What Annie Annie"
David "hello Annie?
Annie : " he is in the house approaching upstairs what should I do???? "
David: " Be calm take something sharp maybe a knife"
Annie : " he is on the stairs what do i do?
David : " I have called the cops be calm"
Annie : " Do you love me David?.Tell me do you?"
David: " This aint the time to ask this stuff"
Annie : " The sound is moving far away."
David : " Wait there till the cops come"
Annie : " Yes I will wait forever. David tell do you love me ?:
David " Annie..."
Annie :" David he is gone. Do not worry he left the house."
David: " How do I know this is Annie?"
Annie left the chat.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Standing here, watching you fade away
In tiny bits and pieces and then altogether
Your arms in mine, but so far away
But I will stay. Stay right here.
Every step, Every month, I realize
I fell, oh baby did I fall, each time
Deeper than the last time, into your eyes
I jumped and I will stay. Stay right here.
Round and round baby steps, you and I
Blocking out the hurt, flirting with hope
This is meant to be, this is it; You and I.
I will love and I will stay. Stay right here.
Till the moon is back, till the rainbow shines
Till the snow comes down, till you come around
I will wait darling, crossing all my lines
I will wait and I will stay. Stay right here.
-Stangel
#review #poem
In tiny bits and pieces and then altogether
Your arms in mine, but so far away
But I will stay. Stay right here.
Every step, Every month, I realize
I fell, oh baby did I fall, each time
Deeper than the last time, into your eyes
I jumped and I will stay. Stay right here.
Round and round baby steps, you and I
Blocking out the hurt, flirting with hope
This is meant to be, this is it; You and I.
I will love and I will stay. Stay right here.
Till the moon is back, till the rainbow shines
Till the snow comes down, till you come around
I will wait darling, crossing all my lines
I will wait and I will stay. Stay right here.
-Stangel
#review #poem
Change
I’m sitting here in my mind
Feeling change from yesterday
I no longer feel that bind
Where I can’t say what I want to say
The past has been haunting
Like the old house on the hill
It’s been almost daunting
But I still have that will
I’m getting through it slowly
But surely I might add
This path is better for me
I don’t want to be sad
I’ve met people along the way
Some have come and gone
But those who have stayed
Are those who share this bond
And so I share with you this
The story of my life
If left the abyss
And I’m glad to be alive
#review #poetry #dsnow1
I’m sitting here in my mind
Feeling change from yesterday
I no longer feel that bind
Where I can’t say what I want to say
The past has been haunting
Like the old house on the hill
It’s been almost daunting
But I still have that will
I’m getting through it slowly
But surely I might add
This path is better for me
I don’t want to be sad
I’ve met people along the way
Some have come and gone
But those who have stayed
Are those who share this bond
And so I share with you this
The story of my life
If left the abyss
And I’m glad to be alive
#review #poetry #dsnow1
#review #poetry #smoker
She couldn't handle the pain
Couldn't handle no love
Had no angles
Watching her from above
Just a 18year old girl
With no hope ahead
So she cuts her wrists
And watched her as bled
It hurt so badly
Yet felt so good
She was the only one
Who truly understood
The lies that surrounded her
Her parents never there
Her two faced friends
Nobody seems to care
Living this life
She could no longer handle
She hung herself
As her feet dangled
Her face turn blue
The rest of her body white
The cuts of her wrists
What a awful site
She had nothing to gain
And nothing to lose
She was hurt emotionally
Battered and bruised
She felt hopeless
And never ending pain
She had so many people
For this whom she blamed
So on the night
She did herself a favor
When she cuts herself
With her razor
She then went all the way
And slowly she left
She chose not to live.
And turned to death
This all is what happened
Everything here that I wrote
I know this because
This was her suicide note.....
(I'm sorry, I'm tired 😢)
She couldn't handle the pain
Couldn't handle no love
Had no angles
Watching her from above
Just a 18year old girl
With no hope ahead
So she cuts her wrists
And watched her as bled
It hurt so badly
Yet felt so good
She was the only one
Who truly understood
The lies that surrounded her
Her parents never there
Her two faced friends
Nobody seems to care
Living this life
She could no longer handle
She hung herself
As her feet dangled
Her face turn blue
The rest of her body white
The cuts of her wrists
What a awful site
She had nothing to gain
And nothing to lose
She was hurt emotionally
Battered and bruised
She felt hopeless
And never ending pain
She had so many people
For this whom she blamed
So on the night
She did herself a favor
When she cuts herself
With her razor
She then went all the way
And slowly she left
She chose not to live.
And turned to death
This all is what happened
Everything here that I wrote
I know this because
This was her suicide note.....
(I'm sorry, I'm tired 😢)
Set me free from the prison of your memories
How long will you keep me captive! Let me go
Let me go...!! from this beautiful rented "Heart"
I'm it's tenant; And i ain't worthy of your "Trust"
#Akash #Review #freeverse
How long will you keep me captive! Let me go
Let me go...!! from this beautiful rented "Heart"
I'm it's tenant; And i ain't worthy of your "Trust"
#Akash #Review #freeverse
Anticipation hogging my psyche!
Rendering me fear everything will go nasty
I am enduring from perturbation,
The perception of wakefulness all through the twilight
My sanity is full of undesirable notions
I dismay of peril around me,
The perception of trepidation in every stride I take in vitality,
Moaning, whimpering I feel like deceasing,
I glimpse myself in the reflector,
My physique is full of blotches,
My apparel is insulated with blood pigments!
I perceive someone's dignity around me!
I glance around here and there,
With inflated essence rate,
Now I am determined to resist against you!
Compelling me ill mentally and physically,
I will strive to vanquish my apprehensions,
I know it's not susceptible,
But I reckon I will beat over my uncertainties
My intellect full of suicidal reflections
But I no longer want to heed to my psyche
My battle is still on,
I know one day I will be triumphant!
#review #poetry #ae
Rendering me fear everything will go nasty
I am enduring from perturbation,
The perception of wakefulness all through the twilight
My sanity is full of undesirable notions
I dismay of peril around me,
The perception of trepidation in every stride I take in vitality,
Moaning, whimpering I feel like deceasing,
I glimpse myself in the reflector,
My physique is full of blotches,
My apparel is insulated with blood pigments!
I perceive someone's dignity around me!
I glance around here and there,
With inflated essence rate,
Now I am determined to resist against you!
Compelling me ill mentally and physically,
I will strive to vanquish my apprehensions,
I know it's not susceptible,
But I reckon I will beat over my uncertainties
My intellect full of suicidal reflections
But I no longer want to heed to my psyche
My battle is still on,
I know one day I will be triumphant!
#review #poetry #ae
*LOVE CARNAGE*
Morning my long lost love
Humble and cute like Mr. Dove
Meeting you was making a move
Calculative and majestic just as we drove
To the other world of romance
To wine and dance full to embrace
1cm away is my social distance
Loving you needs a unique entrance
Sobbing tears of love and joy
You my precious baby toy
To keep you safe just like the convey
And protect every move till end of the day
A talent to love you
A hobby to miss you
A desire to think about you
And admiration always to be with you
Every part of you is growing just like the titi
Gorgeous and curvy body you posses
Round small sexy soft vital face you owe
I guess the juicy soft ass will overcome the missionary
Penetrate the anniversary of lust with you
Share every glass of wine n taste my love on your lips
Crawl down to my pants and give it a blow job
Share every tipsy moment when u horny and carve for my dick
Surrender to my love and allow me to push it further
Help u recall a born day with a style and sweetness
#review #
Morning my long lost love
Humble and cute like Mr. Dove
Meeting you was making a move
Calculative and majestic just as we drove
To the other world of romance
To wine and dance full to embrace
1cm away is my social distance
Loving you needs a unique entrance
Sobbing tears of love and joy
You my precious baby toy
To keep you safe just like the convey
And protect every move till end of the day
A talent to love you
A hobby to miss you
A desire to think about you
And admiration always to be with you
Every part of you is growing just like the titi
Gorgeous and curvy body you posses
Round small sexy soft vital face you owe
I guess the juicy soft ass will overcome the missionary
Penetrate the anniversary of lust with you
Share every glass of wine n taste my love on your lips
Crawl down to my pants and give it a blow job
Share every tipsy moment when u horny and carve for my dick
Surrender to my love and allow me to push it further
Help u recall a born day with a style and sweetness
#review #
Many now claim
It was from simple to complex
That all things evolved
And were not created.
They claim it was
Through trial and error
Yet fail to bring the things
that were with mistakes
History recorded that sun
Existed before touchlights;
It also narrated that
Birds were before aircrafts;
The whale that swims
Isn't copied from small boats;
The versatile them too
Have been living before robots.
Isn't their claim the biggest
Miracle that'd be thought of
An unintelligent nothing
Producing an intelligent person.
Like a spade they use
It to uproot the tree of science
Which has been suckling
From the milk of experiments:
They hypothesized that
The Judgement day is false
And made it into law
With no research nor inquiry
#review #AhmadMusa #poem
It was from simple to complex
That all things evolved
And were not created.
They claim it was
Through trial and error
Yet fail to bring the things
that were with mistakes
History recorded that sun
Existed before touchlights;
It also narrated that
Birds were before aircrafts;
The whale that swims
Isn't copied from small boats;
The versatile them too
Have been living before robots.
Isn't their claim the biggest
Miracle that'd be thought of
An unintelligent nothing
Producing an intelligent person.
Like a spade they use
It to uproot the tree of science
Which has been suckling
From the milk of experiments:
They hypothesized that
The Judgement day is false
And made it into law
With no research nor inquiry
#review #AhmadMusa #poem
Two Worlds
Sometimes, our world (word) can collide
That doesn't mean our word (world) cannot rhyme.
Sometimes we lost words to say and go numb
But love is strong and we find our way back aboard.
Sometimes, we beat around the bush
That doesn't mean we are cowards
And sometimes we are so blunt and bruise
But love is strong and forgiveness onward.
#review #poetry #oba
Sometimes, our world (word) can collide
That doesn't mean our word (world) cannot rhyme.
Sometimes we lost words to say and go numb
But love is strong and we find our way back aboard.
Sometimes, we beat around the bush
That doesn't mean we are cowards
And sometimes we are so blunt and bruise
But love is strong and forgiveness onward.
#review #poetry #oba