I feel like an anchor sinking down to the bottom of the sea.
A strong hold that's taken grasp upon me.
I know I can fight my way above the water.
But somehow I keep sinking down further and farther.

At that moment I realized it might be the end.
And every time I feel my body let go, I'm back above the surface once again.
I don't know what my purpose in life is.
So I stare at myself in the mirror just looking into my iris.

Nothing but pitch black, a sky without stars.
A boy covered in scars,
Someone with heart;
Who's been torn apart.

I gave her a lighter when I told her I'd quit,
but the feeling of death was loving I admit.
So I told her it was over, guess that was a lie,
still filling my lungs with ash, letting them cry

She was heartbroken, but her spirit resolved,
persuading the killer to stop being involved.
I never lit one up in front of those loving eyes,
ashamed of losing out on my greatest prize.


Weeks turned into months, I began to feel weaker,
Lord knows that her concern grew steeper.
Endless coughs broke the silenced night,
But I lit another one up just to spite.

I saw that worried look on her face
and I missed the smile that once took place.
I looked deep inside my own reflection,
realizing the grim future of this toxic infection.

Lit one up then blew it out,
The road to freedom now en route.
She held me close and held me tight
Content that this was the end to her fright.

I love my woman very dearly.
Sincerely. Purely. Weirdly.
It was once an absurd notion
that such love was a nonexistent commotion.
Still, I find comfort and clarity,
shown through loyalty and trust fairly.

How grey life seems to feel when she not by my side.
Stride back and forth, fingers tapping on wood, the time abides.
When shall I permit this paranoia to subside?
I'll wait. Wait until that smile arrives.

She's loud, but very soft.
With a beautiful body like Lara Croft.
And her mind, oh her mind is such a surreal place,
That even the most detailed star charts couldn't attempt to trace.

I'll lay in bed, thinking of you nestled in my arms,
protecting you from all sources of harm,
kissing your forehead like there's no tomorrow,
shielding your thoughts from all possible sorrow.

I'm always going to want to be hand in hand,
and let all those lustful ones who try to sway, be ******,
because I'll love you infinitely as much as sand.

I was brought up on the notion of doing something great;
that I was supposed to end world hunger or cure cancer..or some ****.
Perhaps those are just imaginary fallacies.
I was raised to accomplish and thus, become an accomplishment.
Now, I feel that this one task is just too much to bear.
What if I was meant to live a simple, ordinary life?

My shoulders screech from the various worlds I hold.
They long for a massage and to be told, "rest now."
How many boulders must it take to finally break?
My fleshy tendons fissure while the skin cracks.
I can keep this up..keep going..work isn't over.
The job's now over until it says it is...or until I'm dead.

The body weighs heavily with an encumbering density.
Pressure so deep, my mind sinks within its darkest trenches.
"Hi, how are you?" "What's new with you?"
For a moment, a life preserver seems plausible,
but I answer with superficial certainty, one would call grace.
We both know how to answer those questions: We lie.

My life's been thrusted with expectations and goals.
I belittle my success and self-harm with failures.
Overly critical and never satisfied.
Notice me...notice me, please. I'm drowning!
Only then do we know that life's not fair.
Save me! Rescue me, with a breath of fresh air!

This world is hypocrisy right from head to toe
From some like a glow while for others its blow
Hatred and venom is inside while love to show
Some are in the palaces ,some are down below

What it seems its not ,what its not it portrays
For some it is a phase while for others a phrase
***** heart plays tricks and ***** mind relays
Whatever is given to world it definitely repays

Let us be true and honest in our day to day life
Let us face realities being on double edged knife
No matter if we go to gallows ,alter or sheer strife
Double faces and double meanings are just in rife

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

At the moment, I'm out of ink
But give some time to let me think...
Maybe by then.. but let's just see...
In the mean time, let's draw a tree

A tree, I drew, so lush and green
But its vibrant color cannot be seen...
So with one last look and a heavy sigh,
I crumpled the paper then bid it goodbye

With a fresh new paper, i picked up my pen
Closed my eyes then counted to ten...
Maybe by then.. oh let's just see...
Start anew, let those words run free!

Off to start anew, I opened my eyes
But was frozen in place—met a great surprise
Every single thing... all that's around...
The moon had plummeted unto the ground.