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This mask that has forever covered me has fallen.
Leaving the real person underneath exposed.
Who have seen him have run the other way.
They are surprised and afraid at the same time.
Even me, surprised at who was laying dormit.
Who I really am;
The anger, the rage that lays to be the real me.
I am not sweet or kind anymore;
I'm but a savage beast that has woken from it's hibernation,
Only to find I have and need no one.
This mask has fallen,
and there's no return from that.
darkness is spreading like a virus
and you're telling me that my mind's diseased
but you won't give me a cure
or a torch
and you're forcing me to feel my way out
completely alone
and cold
and blind
when you promised
that you were here to hold my hand.
 Feb 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Mr X
There's just so much thrill in going mad,
And then, there's a heap of regret, soon to follow.
I hope I'll not have to regret the title of this poem.
#hopeulikethisli'lmadness ;)
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Slow dance with me
And take care of me
Ease me when I'm mad
Cheer me when I'm sad
Kiss me in the rain
And do it and do it again
Don't fool around with girls just to make me jealous
'cuz I would be nothing but furious
Write me love poems,write me letters
And let me wear your favorite sweaters
Let's have pillow fights
And watch the moonlight
Let's go on an adventure hand in hand
To a far distant land
Make love to me softly
Make love to me roughly
Surprise me amaze me
And tell me you love me
****** me charm me
And tell me you are mine
Just as you go to bed.
when the day is worn and old
and all you want to do is sleep;
take me with you
in the travel of your dreams.

In the late evening
when all the earth falls away
and the world soothes your open flesh
with soft fingers of breath and temperature.
Your open soul is caressed
by the ever unfolding spirits
of love and joy.

Take me with you
In the quiet drift of such places.
We buried them two months ago and watered the seeds with our tears.
Today, the nature witnessed a bud growing as the sky got all cleared.
I can't move on.
Up in the north, away from all the filth,
there's a land of pure where angels descend.
And live between the rivers and trees.
There's a place known as Kashmir.

A place that has sacrifices it's people
just for the sake to get an identity.
A place that's been crying since ages
There's a place known as Kashmir.

A place that's been bleeding for freedom.
A place that's been a victim of tyranny.
A place that need to be heard just once.
There's a place known as Kashmir.

A place that's been divided among nation.
A place that has suffered a great deal.
Let them live, let them breathe.
Let there be a place known as Kashmir!

We stand together as a nation today
For we cannot see our heaven bleed.
Kashmir belongs to Pakistan.
And Pakistan belongs to Kashmir.
I feel myself
crumple and crease
like the folds of a
crushed paper bag.

My skin weighs on me
as I pinch the thickness
of my thighs and sides.

Bruises forming where
skin should be thin,
but has been memorized
by fingers that shake
whenever I cry.

I am not made of silk.
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