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32.3k · Mar 2015
Submissive.
A Kallakuri Mar 2015
So he said to me one night
Submissive is not what's right
He said to me one day
You've to command and make your way
You cannot be quiet
You cant be a riot
You have to be you
And not let destroy'it

He calls me his friend
Say, when will this end?
He says he don't care
It goes beyond repair

He says I mean nothing
Without the slightest grieve
"You are my closest"
Oh, I wouldn't like to believe

But I've known better
And not made up a pile
Fed it to the skies
Never failed to smile

I've grown as a human
I've grown as a friend
He's been a pillar
The crave will never end

He's helped me in ways
Helped find my forte
He's helped me mature
Never enough to sway

But now that he's changed
I'm hit by numbing rain
Now that all's deranged
Major bouts will reign.
Made me good, and became bad.
1.4k · Feb 2015
Sacred. And Forever.
A Kallakuri Feb 2015
Hold her.

Hold her like she's the wind
Never letting go

Hold her like she's the sand
Rough, and ever so

Hold her like she's fire
Sacred and forever

Hold her like she's desire
Long after a funeral pyre

Hold her like she's a breath
The last fore your death

Hold her like she's the one
Meaning to come, and never to run


Hold her. Like You love her.

Love her. Like You do.
1.2k · Feb 2015
Bruised.
A Kallakuri Feb 2015
Why is it, that no one sees what he says is true?
Why is it, that they do not feel a moment of the truth?

What is it they say?
Once a cheater, always a cheater.

What is it they believe?
Sometimes, maybe the twister has a moment bereave?

Why is it that he who defends her, is the one accused?
Why is it that when she's at fault, he the one who's bruised?

Why is it that he loves her so much?

Why is it, that she's never enough?
1.2k · Feb 2015
Rise.
A Kallakuri Feb 2015
Trust is a valuable thing, she said.
More often than not, a pledge read.

Trust is a valuable thing, she cried.
Then why doesn't anyone care enough to try?

Trust is a valuable thing, she pled.
The mistakes I've made, to my fall they've led.

Will they ever trust me? Like they did one time.
Will they believe, I've got reason for crime?
Will they let go, of sins deplore?
Or will I face the rage of yore?

Its okay to have few friends, they said.
The ones, that can trust.
Its okay to let go of some.
All they have is compassionate lust.

Its okay, they said, its okay to cry.
Flowers bloom and then they die.

Its okay, its okay to keep..
The ones you need within your reach.

Its okay, its okay to fall.
Only rise against and above 'em all.
989 · Mar 2015
Same. [10-1w]
A Kallakuri Mar 2015
"Maaa," the bruised four-year-old cried.

Which one?
Tried a first.

#NineWordPoem
943 · Mar 2015
In reply to Mc Writes [5W]
A Kallakuri Mar 2015
And
Happy
people
never
remember
Its a good thing to care, my friend.
Shows you're human.
They realise it?
Good for them.
They dont?
Good for you.
Either way, you're never at fault. Not for caring, no no.
Just.. Dont care too much, that people take you for granted.
Much love.

Cheers,
A.
577 · Feb 2015
Untitled
A Kallakuri Feb 2015
"Its been an ugly day," she said.
"Tell me something beautiful?"

And he said her name.

— The End —