P is for Pleasant, such sweet company
O is for Obliging, accommodating towards people
E is for Enthusiastic, providing great encouragement
T is for Tactful, ever sensitive
R is for Ravishing, an entrancing beauty
Y is for Yearning, a drive to succeed
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
If blood was rubies and diamonds tears then I’d be rich
If words were weapons then I’d be stabbed
If thoughts were water then I’d be drowning
If we were our own demons then I’d be the devil
If misery was someone then I’d be its best friend
If rope was a necklace then I'd always wear it
If scars were bracelets then I’d wear many
If sickness were bullets then I’d be shot dead
If love was a video game then I’d be played the most
If limbs were friends then I’d lost many
If you were me then you’d know
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
She was the girl
With her head stuck in the bird cage
She was the girl
Who watched others fly as she stayed on the ground
She was trapped inside her fear
She didn’t know
She couldn’t see
That there were people
Willing to get the key
There were people
Willing to give her wings
She was the girl
That never spoke a word
She was the girl
Who kept her feelings inside
She didn’t know
She couldn’t see
That there were people
Willing to let her scream
There were people
Willing to open her heart and mind
But
She was the girl
Who just wanted to be
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Is there a possibility
I could fall
from this darkness taking us away
Is there a possibility
I could break
from these chains called expectations
Preparing for war against myself
ropes called depression
tying me down
Is there a possibility
for anti gravity, it seems so real to me
go over walls called anxiety
Is there a possibility
to escape from reality
to fly away from this world
Preparing for war against myself
ropes called depression
sinking in
Is there a possibility,
a light shinning through the mist
'cuz I think there is
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
I played the game of a perfect life
No corruption
No hate
No worries
No fear
No judgment
A world full of kings and queens
We were free
We couldn’t see it but
We all wore chains
We were all running from the darkness in our life
Pretending it wasn’t there because it wasn’t what we wanted to see
As the cracks in the walls grew,
The prettier you were
The smarter you were
The kinder you were
The better you were
But although sadness grew through the air,
The knowledge of imperfection was the death of us
But the chains grew weak
And the cracks were closing up
We started noticing the shadows
The glow of imperfections
The light of flaws
And the beauty of it
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
I built my own world
To escape this chaos called reality
To escape from this nightmare of life
Inside my field of gumdrop trees and candy clouds
This is where I belong
There is no judgment
No one to hurt me
If I leave I have to go back to the painful game of life
I know I will be consumed by my own fear
I must stay in my world
Inside my field of rainbow flowers and skies of fairies
If you hate the truth
Come with me
To my secret world
My greatest weapon against realism
To escape the weight of the world
Welcome to my wonderland
Maahum Khan
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC