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Seema Nov 2017
My eyes are brown
On my head sits a crown
I love jester, the clown
But I hate the gate keepers frown
I may look small but I'm quite grown
What I know, you will be blown
My pets, I have two, which I own
One has given me a bone as a loan
So I can give to the other who moans
You have guessed, I am talking about my dogs
Who always play hide'n' seek near the piled logs
I hate when I accidentally kick a frog
Near the logs where we play
Resting on the green grass, together we lay
At the days end, when mother sees my muddy face
The lecture starts from this case to nutcase
Nonetheless, my mother loves me dearly
Afterall I am her little princess, Ely...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Nov 2017
There is a downside of every matter
Somethings get worse some just gets better
Many have questioned lifes existence
Yet there is a race, color, gender resistance
Why is it hard for some to understand?
That we humans have two legs to stand
A pair of ears, eyes, a mouth and a nose
We all have red blood in our body that flows
Two hands to hug and help each other
But now the hands are used to strangle one another
People have reached the moon and beyond
With high degrees and education they fond
But what does it all mean when these educated people
Spread poison among naive making them mentally crippled
Each news I read online, makes me sad again
It is not far too real to imagine the suffering and pain
Worse to worse is the public media spread
What's there or not gets widespread
It's like a deadly disease, mankind cruel and unkind
Every corner of this earth one can find
Corruption, tortury, sorcery, killing, ****, what not
Man have made this planet so disgusting with rot
Here prayers are heard less over the cries of innocent
We have gone too far and we have lost our sentiment
I don't live in a war torn country for sure
And not with people that beg for a meal so poor
My heart cries each day, as a young soul dies
Either it be human or an animal overwise
I pray and put my thoughts to the victims that suffer
Life and living has become such a race that each step gets tougher...

©sim
I know there are people with special needs, those who don't have two legs, hands and other parts of their body. I wrote this for those who are fortunate to have all yet a downside.
Seema Nov 2017
The heartaches won't stop
For you've gone too far now
Please call me soon, love

©sim
5-7-5 syllables
Haiku
Seema Nov 2017

Inside my head
Millions of threads
Collide in a mess

Inside my heart
In various parts
Stuck, are broken pieces of your art
*
Such possessivness you have
To no one you abide nor you serve
On my left wrist and palm
Are scars by your harm
On my right wrist and palm
You wrote with calm
Your name with a knife point
So much pain at my wrist joint
That you held so tight
My teary eyes closing in bright
You enjoying with delight
The blood on my wrist slowly flows
While carving slicing like claws
You seem fine not knowing I am dying
Left me for a while to rest
Your tattoo came out the best
In few hours you came back
To see the blood on my wrist and neck
You cried out calling my name
You didn't realise, what a shame!
You cut my wrist like I was a pest
In a dark corner, you left my body to rest...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Nov 2017
The sharp fangs on my side
Trying hard trying to hide
I feel my jaws gone bit wide
The voices in the dark lied
So, does that mean I died?
But how come I don't feel any pain
My hands no longer in chains
Blood? Whose blood is on the floor?
Scattered all over, who opened the door?
My neck!! It's bitten, Oh No!!
What do I do, where do I go?
Aaaah!! the sun burns my skin
My head is rushing with a spin
My eyes!! What's wrong with my eyes?
And who were those guys?
Now my stomach hurts bad
My rage is increasing, I'm getting mad
My thirst kicking in my fangs
I need blood, I need to find those gangs
But the sun is a killer, I have to wait
Till nightfall and then setup a bait
To quench my hunger and thirst
My heart is dark, all I think is blood
Laying in a distance dead bodies flood
A new era, a new being, immortal
That's what this heart thinks
Just red everywhere, everyone drinks
Human race declining drastically
We are the new race practically
I feel a light in me still glows
I am not a complete vamp, that shows
What has this place become?
From where have they come?
Will the human race survive?
Will there be anyone alive?
I hide myself from everyone you see
I am a monster and you are my key...

©sim
Dark rainy weather, what more can I think off, besides a cup of black coffee and a fictional write.
Seema Nov 2017
Behind these walls is a miles walk
Behind this smile there is a silent talk
Behind me is an open fire
Burning my feelings burning my desire
Infront of me is a wide stagnant lake
That literally looks like a burnt cake
There is this tree that has no leaves
My eyes are open yet hard to believe
What is this place so dead without water?
Written on the rocks were "Place for Slaughter"
That explains why the lake looked dark and dry
This was the place full of blood and innocent cry
When and how this place got so abundant?
Should I stop myself cause I sound redundant?
Why is there dead silence here?
Does it mean my death is also near?
Few steps back I took to look
The wall that stood there terribly shook
And the way back was sealed off by hook
There is no going back I can see now
Something is wrong with this place, what and how?
There is no direction where to go now
A terrible smell is coming from the lake side
Strangely the lake is fuming, I think I should hide...

(II)
I hid myself in the bay of bushes at best
While I waited to see what happens next
The emerging fume, lights on flame
Burning the coal in the lake so lame
I hear a call out of a name
Like it sounded too familiar, it was my name!
Hush comes a voice in my ear
I nearly choked out of fear
Someone held me down to the ground
While the green shrubs surround
Am pushed to an unground tunnel
That is designed so much like a big funnel
I find myself in a small arena alley
And a man sitting with a shaft with his big belly
I am explained of the questions rising in my mind
The magicians wicked widow is cruel unkind
For she has ordered to slaughter everyone
Whoever talks back to claim their son
The wicked widow so now an evil witch
Takes fresh mens blood so to enrich
The legend makes sense do foretold
Now, what I dreampt here unfolds...

(III)
The fancy dark woman with long hair
Braided with jewelry looking so fair
I thought she was a fairy from wonderland
But the truth, a wicked witch of barren land
In my dream, I **** her somehow
But I can't recall anything as of now
The legit people already know my skills
They seek for protection from any more kills
Now I have to recall how I executed this *****
So this land would be free from such an evil witch
In my hair I have a sacret sharp fin of a fish
Given to me by an old sage as a wish
Recalling his spoken words as it goes:
      "...here my child is a weapon
         use this to destroy the happen
         stab this in the heart at noon
         when the sky is clear and you see the moon
         the magicians widow died along with him
         but the evil magic took over her body at dim
         do not fear, for you will win
         just stab in the heart with this fin..."

Out from the ground, walking towards her nest
She was hanging like a bat on the pillars to rest
Very much aware of my presence, I could tell
A siren like scream in my ears was her yell
I needed to close up on her to do my deed
She out numbered me, and grabbed me like a ****
I could sense my fear crawling from behind
There was no mercy or a gesture of any kind
Before she could make her move on me
Dang!
In goes the fin in one spin
In agony she cried with pain
Her body wrapping up in black smokes
While making the air around me choke
I ran towards the lake where I first stood
The wall that was sealed now all good
I made my way out through the wood
And started a miles walk behind the wall
A mythical journey ended with the evil fall
The magicians widow now I recall...


©sim
Fictional write.
Fairytale poetry.
Seema Nov 2017
Laying on the ground
Watching the sky
Mind picks the surround
While glimpsing up high

Another earth, another universe
Similar beings, like on earth
A galaxy full of planetary diverse
Is there another place of my birth?

Weird thoughts rush in my brain
As I close my eyes and float away
Catch a shuttle as my train
And out to look for another way

In the space, its darkness around
None familiar like our own
So many asteroids aggressively surround
My shuttle suddenly ****** and thrown

Another world, another place
No earth but all looks same
My radars down, shuttle at race
I soon realise why I came

The emptiness of this new find
Parallel planets, yes I survived
If only I could go back and unwind
With many tries I thrived

Eyes open, watching the sky
Shuttle ****** out from my mind
I left the other place without a bye
It's not my home, not my kind

Where I am now, is better already
I would live here than to find another
Life is well fine pacing steady
This universe is good living than the other...

©sim
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