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Kush Jun 2018
These sonnets, these sonnets
These words would never end
This love this melody
This lilt shall remain a friend
this passion this hope
this need; lives it transcends

I keep writing making silly rhymes. Words fall, bend, blend in an array of meaningless thoughts. Love contend with ache: Heart content with brain. My soul, unable to comprehend, lets out a sigh. Unintended it amends and wends my beilefs. My boat ascends foreword. My heart pretends normal. Away from the condescending colleagues, I head to in the direction of dreams. At a distance, I see her waving, and I look down on my hand, engraved a name: she owns. My palm distends and announces an arrival. I pretend this will be final. A call from the wild invokes my mild intentions to tell her the truth and hope this won't be vital.
Kush Apr 2018
They told us the news this Friday noon
That her desk was empty, much too soon
said, tomorrow theyd take her to stone
And that the reasons were still unknown
She was a good girl, got good grades in school
Was well behaved and wasn't ever rude
What took her would never be found
She had buried it deep and covered it around

I don't see her when I enter the same old class
She was always on 2nd bench from last
Doing her thing, drawing a doodle too good
There was not much to see in her mood
Must be a proletarian, I had thought
Cuz so was I, just not so lost
All the conversation I had was 'hello Miss"
"Hello, Mr." She said. " Drop the miss, if you please"
That was all I ever said, I regret it now
I don't know why but I miss her somehow.
Kush Feb 2018
My hands reached for yours
Holding them in between
Just like it happened
In all dreams, I had seen

You smiled; I smiled
"You are beautiful," I said
"No. You are." You said
As if in protest.
Kush Feb 2018
I see war movies
in the night a little late
That's only place I find
People with greater pain

I see it when I'm sad
I see it when I feel disabled
I see it when I need pals
I see it to feel less miserable

I saw a man in wildfire
And another burning it
There was one in vicious smoke
There was one making it

I saw the little devil blast
I saw lots of flying metal
I saw men killing fellow men
And it squinched my heart a little

Men lost their lives in war
Some only died half
Curse with a lot worse
They'll have to die in parts

Love doesn't pierce your flesh
Or leave any visible scars
But for I know and all I know
I'd rather be at war
Kush Feb 2018
Tell me that you didn't love me
So I could go to bed
Sleep with my self. instead
Of your thoughts in my head

Tell me that you didn't care
I would go away deep
Into the woods and seek
The wilderness lost in me.
You are a lier lol
Kush Feb 2018
It's that time of year again
And my legs are shaking
I see the same thing
And it's mine for the taking
But my hand, its faking
To be strong
To hold on
I don't wanna lose more
But I'm not getting close

What's happening to me
The curtain is falling again
The show is coming to close
And nothing is seeming to change

I remember the time
I was doing just fine
Everything I wanted
Was falling on my side

I felt it behind me
I was seldom alone
Cold breath on my neck
Cutting me through my throat.

Lust dripped on my skin
Terrifying a part of my soul
I would have thought to call
That memory

but it's long since gone
Kush Feb 2018
I lay down fondling around with some thoughts still wet with memories I drew in from the oceans you made. Theres plenty to drown me but i still feel starved often when I feel lonely. Sometimes I forget that you were there... And that you still are.

The fan hanging from ceiling, must too have feelings
Cuz it shushes me to sleep
Pulling me away from a league
Of broken dreams, stopping me from wrecking some more

Do you know when I cry
A gust of wind gushes by
Instantly drying my tears
I wish if I could
To blow my sadness away with it
But alas
I spent my wishes wishing you back
When you were already there

I do silly things sometimes
I don't really think sometimes
I asked forgiveness when there wasn't a mistake
Lend a hand foreword, there was nothing to take

Did we really had to fight
Scratching a tale under wet pillows overnight
It wasn't necessary.

I guess that phase is over
And if it come backs if ever
Don't let down ur ego and cry
Don't think of me and you'll be fine
Okay then lay back down
And lets see, this time
How this turns out.

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