She strode the stage in swathes of silk
That swished in synchronicity
To the drum beat,
As in the heat
Her voice oozed electricity.
It coursed the room
With her perfume
In concert with those sultry tones,
Deep in the groove,
So velvet smooth
Like chocolate o'er the microphone.
All eyes were fixed
Upon that mix
Of swinging hips
And painted lips,
Her clientele a lust fuelled fire,
All whetted mouths and dark desire.
Yet in the midst of all those cheers,
The wolf whistles and sexist jeers,
She played her set of old school jazz
With elegance and pure pizzazz.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
He Is On With His As Usual.. LIFE
But He's struggling Even Today..
Sometimes Feels Strong, Sometimes Weak..
This Is He's Least Favorite.. LIFE
He Lost Everything For Some'..
But Why He Did Not Stop He's Tears For You
Love..
He Lost Her In Light..
The Light Of Tears Of Ocean
As These Memories Stays So Vivid..
Just Like He Can't Remember Stuff From
Last Week..
Those Moments..
They Started To Stare Back At Him...
Moments He Doesn't Remember Them..
But They Remember Him..
As He Just Turn Around.. And There They Are..
STARING..
As This Is He's Least Favorite Life..
-Pacific_P
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
I smile, for this smile
Was promised
I smile for someone who painted my face with this smile..
I smile because this smile
costs me misery
I smile because this smile is all that makes her happy..
I smile because smiles has shades i wish to try,
While, life has left pieces which make me cry.
Tired of weeping and crying every while,
I smile out of cause
I finally smile, learned from stuttering time..
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
With time your promises also fade as if they never made..
At moments of intense happiness and joy you made many promise to me.. I made it too and I kept it till my last ..
I waited to fulfilled yours promise but as time passes I kept waiting.. Maybe you forget them..
My expectations of those promises were to be high..
But you thought that everything were normal..
But now those expectations are gone permanently today.. You kept aside for your selfishness..
Now there just blind memory You just made random statement..
But now those promises didn't mean anything ....
Neither did they meant much for me....
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
I kept this all along
It was symbol of my sins
I walked with it so long
Through every thick and thins
What do I expect from
Why should I even think of
The burden lies within me only
Or
I think now the time is gone
Not a word to reminisce
When all was lie
All a disguised smile
When the wind blows
Some pages are turned back
This is was force to read
To untold lies
That were tried to hold
Burn the book
That holds all of it
For a lie is something
The world shouldn't know
Even if some truth is lost to it
It needs it release
From the possession of lies
That I didn't listen
That I didn't speak
Though I did see
Is what I now say
A lie was presented to me
In a disguise of smile
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
There were years In Past.. Six years.. Yeah
When I was just a Page .. Yeah.. Blank one
When I was struggling to find out who I really Was..
When You Were Just Someone.. Out there Back Of that Wooden Door..
And Now You are Far Off City..
Maybe Oceans away Of Tears..
But I want to let you know that..
You always loved yourself Even then all the Moment, I get to Spend looking into your eyes..
Thinking about Us.. All the time
Stretching Seconds to Minutes.. Minutes To Hours.. Hours to Days .. Days to Weeks.. Weeks To Months.. Month To Years.. Years to STILL moment..
Thinking About Us.. And You Break the one Who Thinking About Us..
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
If I Was Your Dream..
Take Care Of Me In Your Heart..
Else Forget As Nightmare..
Just Like My Spitting Image
Could Not Reflect In Morning Too..
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC