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Dec 2016 · 2.7k
Only dead fish go with the flow
Andy Hunt
Nov 2016 · 278
From the magical world of trance
I wake up
to find my daily lethal routine.
The more you resist
the longer they persist.
Aug 2016 · 354
A piece of paper
When in dire need to share your life's fear
with a human friend willing to hear
such woeful words of despair

Pity it is to end up all alone
when all you want in that deadly silence
is just a beep of the cell phone

At that very moment
when you see your life confined within your own fence
Let not the thought of friends make you tense

a piece of paper is all but willing to feed
on your heart's bleeding

This secret's keeper
will not to a single soul whisper
of your life's falling season

Tell me if it's not better to write it down
than to share it with a human
who is bound to find humor
in all your days of false rumour .
Jul 2016 · 1.1k
Planet Weird
I live on a strange planet
of dressed animals and **** humans.
Jul 2016 · 815
I'll prepare a boat
to send my stupidity aboard
and provide it with a paddle
driven by the regretful memories that often made me shatter.
At times I wonder if my stupidity is to ever surrender?
Jul 2016 · 1.7k
Women to kitchen
Women belong to the kitchen
is a maxim falsely woven.
Seeing father working alongside us, making a milkshake and washing dishes made us all smile.
Jun 2016 · 2.2k
Burying grief
She stumbled across the streets,
with low light streams.
Casting a glimpse to the rustling leaves,
fearing a soul's hail,
for 'twould free her long-harbored wail.

Her white shroud floating back like a spectre unleashed,
her feeble hands holding tight to the shovel in need;
on she went digging, with all her strength beaming,
waiting not for a second to breathe.

A ditch no less than a bottomless pit,
was what she endeavored to achieve in the late night sleep
to abandon her setback grief.
Jun 2016 · 334
Poor living
Staring at the half hanging ceiling
and the years of worn out paint peeling
leaving the wall with an unwelcoming feeling
like the bruises on one's skin from days of hard labouring

worn and grey with age's grouting
persistent damp dark molds sprouting
like a shadow on the verge of eating
the small space with nothing to place of a poor living

with not a morsel to eat and eyes tired from hours of weeping
still,  the hands reaching to tend and feed the dog who is bleeding
and yet not to a soul he speaks of his life's dreading
but to God alone he stands to plead.
Jun 2016 · 826
This life is not real.I conquered the world and It did not bring me satisfaction.God gave me this illness to remind me that I am not number one, He is.
-Muhammad Ali-
May 2016 · 5.4k
Those constant lies,
were like autumnal spirits,
in spring's bliss.
May 2016 · 294
Hopes are like hair ornaments.
Girls want to wear too many of them.
When they become old women
they look silly wearing even one.
Arthur Golden
Memoirs of Geisha
May 2016 · 3.9k
While some eat for fun,
others are starving for a single bun.
May 2016 · 1.0k
The world might come to an end
but I will never bend
to attend the cell
ringing like damnation to hell.

This incessant ringing fills me with rage
like a tiger enslaved, enraged in cage.
'tis everything frightening
the evening's storm, thunder and lightening
pleasing silence no longer remains
grief, anger, frustration domains.

nerves rattle like a boiling kettle
knees weaken, heart's pounding fails to settle
deep breaths no longer help
words trapped and lumped.

fear, panic, dread
deprive me of the valor
to pick the call and end the terror.
Dec 2015 · 420
Foul desires
Our foul desires intermingle with our souls
like a twining parasite
eating our core
leaving us barren and sore.
Apr 2015 · 276
Spare me a barren land,
help me guard it from sorrow's hand,
grow with me the flowers of glory,
and together we shall seek to it as the house of joy and merry.
Apr 2015 · 350
Our souls have gone drab and dreary
like the color of a rotten  apple
from sins we've committed in the
defining hours of our *life
Feb 2015 · 286
Time passes with an endless pace
ever in haste
striking you on the face with yet
another race of unpredictable maze
Dec 2014 · 1.7k
Bitter thought
The grudge you hold
is eating you whole
For you don't see
your soul seems
like a festering sore.
Dec 2014 · 1.2k
Still soaking from the malady
I almost drowned in
I'm chased
yet by another one.
Dec 2014 · 2.4k
The urge of something new
craves in me
like the claws of a hawk
deep into the skin of its prey.
Dec 2014 · 353
A Crime
Oblivious to time  
wasted my prime      
I did a crime          
of wasting time

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