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 Oct 2016 Viseract
Imotional
Anger comes and goes sometimes it stays.

It's annoying at first then fades away.

Just like the rainy days

in the middle of August.
 Oct 2016 Viseract
avery
i found myself
trying to push past
my own expectations
not knowing that
they affected me
more than i
could ever imagine
Your beauty is like a naked sword
Which will cut me in to small pieces
My love my love is above board
Love nurtures under beauty auspices

When you show your graces in light
My eyes feel being intoxicated in trance
Your kisses are so gorgeous to delight
I want to take just chance after chance

Let us celebrate love moments in trance
Let us just forget about all our rivals
Let us don't forget the taste of the glance
Let me kiss your lips like flower petals

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Oct 2016 Viseract
J
fuck you
 Oct 2016 Viseract
J
I tried to turn this anger into art
oh, god did I pray for one stroke of beauty
I was blinded by fog and the nausea consumed me
I fell to my knees looking for a single way to make sense of this hate
I don't remember how to channel my energy, the kind that just drains me
Into something healthy, something beautiful, something colorful
I just know that I'm struggling to stay above water
The tide comes in aggresively, and I am looking for a fight
I start arguments with the mirror to distract myself long enough not to collapse
Because I remember you're not coming back,
You're never coming back


*******.
Love a girl who writes
and live her many lives;
you have yet to find her,
beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue inked fingers,
forgive the pens that marked.
the stain of your lips upon her-
the one she can't discard.

Forget her tattered memories,
or the pages others took;
you are her ever after
the hero of her book
 Oct 2016 Viseract
John Barinem
Holding the telescope
Of the past...
As I journey down the
Memory lane of my life
From the day of birth
Every action seemed serene
Until a certain moment
Behaviors changed to me

...Love was not aureole...
It was cloaked and serpentine
The chords that bond
Were now blanch and vile
The rain bursted upon us
"Pain and Strife"
Withholding the harmony
Of strings and lines

Enthusiasm was totally lost
And energy restrained
Brainstorming in vain
Seeking ideas for a change
Knowing I could be the
Catalyst who will pave the way
Though the visions seemed blur
Hope drew a "Bigger Picture" with faith

Imaginations I fantasized
Of my home soon arised
Thoughts spinning through galaxies
When we finally unite
To my family, a bond
That will never divide
Even through our broken hearts
..We Will Surely Be Alright!!!...
 Oct 2016 Viseract
DJR
Dead Hero
 Oct 2016 Viseract
DJR
Without a cape, heroes still fly.
He lingers between sentences.
He remains in every pebbles.
He runs through other veins.
Without ammunition, heroes still bold.
He weakens curses and lies.
He fights of negative polarity.
He strengthen justice and peace.
Without a mask, heroes still undefined.
He resides within ourselves.
He lives in our dreams.
A dead hero he is!
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