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 Nov 2018 mansha
nish
i'd take up a lasso to the stars
rearrange them

a bucket of water
extinguish the sun

walk a mile
in a second

lessen your pain
bear your burden

but don't ask me
to stop loving you
some things
just can't be done.
overcome the impossible when you're head over heels
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
.forced love
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
you attract me
there’s this force
unknown, strong and persisting
pulling me closer and closer
even with all my resisting
i beg you to stop
yield, let me go
i can see this void between us
the one i must fall into
spiral downwards and crash
change that which is my core
my spirit, my character
before i can be with you

but what kind of love is it really
if i must lose myself to find you.
When you’re going to fall in love but you really don’t have time right now.
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
pray tell my friend
what are other girls like?
stereotypes only go so far
and very early into your
wishful separation of personality within gender
individual women begin to show themselves

strong women, weak ones
light and fair
dark, exotic
hair like waves
some like swirls in the clouds
***** and *****
short, long, bald or full

we have readers and writers
mothers, daughter
achievers and creators
from mechanics to doctors
surfers to fighters
athletes, disabled

every single one
worth their worth

these women don't need
you're irrelevant segregation

don't pit one girl against another
we have a much bigger war to fight
and your comparisons on
how much bigger her *** is
has no room to be heard
not now, not ever

if you can only
praise a woman
by bashing down another
then you do not deserve
to know woman.
You're not like other girls.

I am a walking combination of every woman who has every inspired me and thus, I am like every girl.
Hope you enjoyed :)
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
.telling time
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
there’s no such thing as
‘No time’
in reality,
there’s no such thing as time
and here we are
heeding it’s every move
praying for more
cursing too much
impatient to wait
eager for arrival

will man ever be content?

only time will tell.
wanting to write about love, but realizing there’s no time
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
i'm not talking about
inter dimensional travel
between the planes of reality
with a final destination of the 8th world
no, just going back to the basics
we've all heard of these
"7 wonders of the world"

theres the pyramids and the gardens
a light house i believe

i'm sure zeus was mentioned
along with arthritis?
no, no artemis, that ol' chap

haliarnassus and colossus
thats about it
seven right, no detail
just brushing up on the facts

well after about 10 years of research
much endured suffering
many fallen tears
and lives given to the cause

I petition the 8th wonder

organic chemistry.
-dedicated to those we lost in the battle
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
it’s 3:06am
the demons
they seem to be running late

i pray arrival is soon
their presence
much more reassuring
than being left alone in my thoughts.
thoughts that turn into nightmares
nightmares into a living reality

no wonder i go for therapy
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
let us rip out this living being
from the soil where it’s roots hold tight
pluck it apart
one petal at a time
chanting sacred words
‘loves me, loves me not’
until it’s body lies
scattered, prettily on the ground
and should we end
on an unsatisfactory note
simply reach for its brethren
and do it all over again.
~pretty morbid if you think about it
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
.11:11 am
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
it’s 11:11
but in the morning
not quite as entertaining
maybe I’ll wish for a bagel
more appropriate than
another midnight fable.
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
.blank pages
 Oct 2018 mansha
nish
in a universe
full of drifting souls
you chose me,
the forgotten and abandoned

i warned you
all my pages were empty
but that didn’t deter you
in fact
you were more intrigued

and now i understand
it’s because
your pages were also blank

so we held hands
and scrawled our words
in writing that’s messy
only because there’s
so much to express
in so little time
and we just might forget
if it’s not written down

now my pages
they’re full
and yours are the same

two souls mingling
forgotten and abandoned
by all but eachother.
~ironic because i hate it when people write in my books
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