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Entire universe is the reflection of God
I am the just smallest particle my Lord
I fully understand that the life is so hard
But I am really proud to be my Lord's ward

Continuous struggle is my aim,objective
My good fortune is all but its reflective
In very many aspects I dare not to selective
What ever response comes from is corrective

I am viceigrent of Lord I fully understand
He has made me to explore His all the land
With His sheer love,He takes me hand in hand
This is what is my submission to His love band

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 May 2016 Alice Smith
Razo
Cities
 May 2016 Alice Smith
Razo
What do you do when the kid wont put his hands up?
After robbing liquor store with some friends, quantity of four.
The police gunned them down,
hesitation, dropped them to the floor.
Parents were notified, so they
So they were aware of the crimes.
Crimes that were committed,
was learned from the peers they surrendered with.
Became the center of media,
hugs from those trying to sweeten it all with stevia.
The town surrounds the family,
knowing they'll be at the same ****.
Everyone paired, slightly scared.
The truth is they never payed no 'ttention or cared.
Your closest friend will push you under a bus,
through thick and thin there was trust.
Soon you'll get under through it all.
   Acting out.
Getting laid and Breaking the Law.
Beginning the new ways of how that life works.
I heard they tend to use spoons,
   instead of forks.
Addicts push away the plates,
  they hate pork.
Ignore what your mom says, cork
What'll you say when she's gone
When your outside mowing the lawn
 May 2016 Alice Smith
Pea
how did
the universe
come up
with someone
like you?

i question
your
existence
like
i've never
seen anyone
or anything
as riveting
as the way
you say
my
name
like a
song
or a prayer


and i,
i've never
loved
hearing it
as much
as
i do
*now
 May 2016 Alice Smith
Wolfy
Thoughts
 May 2016 Alice Smith
Wolfy
My thoughts are sporadic
scrambled messy things
Mischievous and sick
flapping broken wings

Darting to and fro
scurry for the dark
hiding in my shadow
before I can remark
to try and save her,
him, them, they, or me,
all are hurt when they occur,
my thoughts that is, you see

They jump to fast to see
from topic start to end
searching for the sad me
the me that's not your friend,
and when they tell me what to do
and when they tell me what to think
I'm terrified not even you,
could save me from the brink

Yeah, my thoughts do really stink
and it's hard to clip their wings,
But then sometimes when I think
something beautiful they'll bring
She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here

They cut her heart
Right out of her chest
Making her believe
That the demons knew best

They were always there
Sometimes just out of sight
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right

These demons were destructive
Knocking down the life she knew
Hating everything about her
She hated herself too

These demons can't be seen
But they're far from fairy tales
They live inside your mind
Their evilness prevails

So on the bridge she stood
About to end the fight
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night
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