I think it'd be kinda neat
To watch your heart
Fizzle and spark
And ignite as bright as can be.

Because maybe
Just maybe
It'd be interesting to watch you suffer
The same way you used to watch that happen to me.

Sir,
please tell me
why you've grown so bitter.
Is it something I've said?
Did you skip your morning bread?

Sir,
I implore you to tell me
why you've grown so sad
because, well...
you still are my favorite lad.

we hate ourselves equally
but we love each other
it works out quite nicely.
my ground level confidence
and harsh insecurity
melt together so perfectly
so you sweep them up
like broken glass in a desolate kitchen.
i’ve built a wall around myself
but it’s been promptly torn down
villagers storm in like the shore
you’ve finally caught me.

The lemon, yellow and juicy
With lots of zest
Squeeze it to make lemonade
Or some extra zing to your tea
The cocktails give a kick
When lemon juices are mixed
Well ripe ones are pulpy
It has got hue named after it- lemony
Pickle it to have it throughout the year
Or use its oil for aromatherapy
A lemon drink will keep you cool when it’s sunny
So life can become more fun and tangy

© Amitav (Radiance)

Generation Playstation.
How many of you know that when it's two o'clock
The sun points
South?

I grew up falling down from trees and hills.
But I also taught myself to make fire
Without fire.
I drank too, as a teenager.
We drank around bonfires.

When we came home red-eyed, smoke-smelling and usually superficially
Cut, our fathers would pretend
Not to be proud.

We saw right through it, just like our mothers did.
They felt they had to say something.
They did, and we pretended to listen,
For the sake of peace to rest.

There was no room for drugs:

We were already
Happy.