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The difference between you and I is
You don't believe in remorse or regrets
and








I do.
except we both made the same mistake: him.
Is it not clear and apparent
These paths we forsake
To subscribe to such morals
And decline to partake

At different degrees we shed our skin
Our potential's apparently flawed in the end
We instill golden rules in the minds of our young
Paradoxical beliefs about Bibles and guns

Devils and demons who knock at our doors
Heretics and killers calling for wars
Lobbyists and liars scorching our earth
Yet we are responsible for all that it's worth.
Traveler Tim
Jan 2015
re to 03-17
...
One day
When all events will be finished,
Then you will see
Over and over again
Is this why the door closed,
By that time the window next to
The road is full of trash

Little by little
I will be almost removed
From your mind
Then Red Sun will be appeared
In a new horizon,
The birds will sing the same as before
You will laugh
For some reason mystery

Flowers will be dancing
Before you
You will be singing with someone
Highborn
Moonlight will brighten
Your night
And your Sky will be filled with
Full of dreams

But then you will not feel the,
Moonlit wet night
As your first feeling flourished
Like a Red Rose,
Either an Evergreen Love Song
Or As a Romantic Poem,
Hold your hands in a way
That will be mystic wandering

Remember My Darling,
And then I will exist
Thousands of Millions of miles
Away from you,
As a Bright Star
Will be burned myself
And be Fallen as dust
On your Eyes-
...
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
dust of bright star
Time is very familiar
Like my old friend
He lives in the world is in trouble
Goes on to say whenever He comes to

He just can't catch up
Talking with him
From afar
But it is being hung out together

Now Spring going back
He doesn't come at all
Suddenly I saw him that day,
Like the art of Rain

Last year I couldn't
Almost guess the Autumn
Unless I had seen white clouds floating
In the evening sky

What happens if you don't get caught
You have to go right,
To the Winter
Come back again in the Spring

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
I feel time as I feel my old friend but can't catch up him......
An easy pattern almost seeming consecutive
You see it again and again as the original was relative
To what had occurred before the first choice was made
As looking back seems to have become a downgrade

So you pick up speed hoping not to get left behind
Seconds that should take hours as your time travel unwinds
Running and gasping for air as you began struggling to respirate
Unaware of the true speed you were going, moving at a high rate

Now wanting to stop, seeing your path's end up ahead
Sweating with regret from the path you chose to be lead
Begging for help, now that you are in desperate need
Now knowing that you can't grow a plant first before you sow your seed
Take life one step at a time. No need to rush.
///
When the time has returned
Hearts can't go out from you
Lost love seems to be a footprint
Decayed stone is a sign of thy

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet

Spots at matches
Someone calls the untimely
I See
You see
Everything becoming change

Slow
Quick change
You and me
The Trees
The Hills
The River
All

Your restless mind
Grew cold
Even fastest cyclone
Became cool

Leaves fallen
Grew again
Spring came
And moved away

She came
She sang
Again she went away
Never hold back
Just left this footprint

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Footprint, Today it has grown big miss for the poet
 Jan 2015 Beebz The Queen
nani
Today the sky decided to resemble you and your mind;
Overwhelming indigo for your iridescent eyes,
how they turn from blue to grey
until they reveal the way you're aligned.

Soothing violet for the depth and majesty of your thoughts,
bright enough to warn you,
yet vulnerable and velvety enough
to ground your knots.

Groundbreaking blush for the colour of your cheeks
and the warmth that evokes from your touch,
ceasing every feeling of cold
one has ever choked on.

Faded orange, for the sun against your skin
and the way you breathe.
How it stings against your spine
and the way your tan chest rises
with every gasp of air that's underneath.

And last, an almost colourless yellow,
worn-out by the vehemence of your craving,
for the light in your eyes when you gaze at what you adore
and the power within your heart's palpitations,
begging you to live life to the core.

How I wish,
when you looked at me it ignited your eyes.

And when you stared,
your eyes would be blue instead of ice.

How I wish,
I could grasp a bit of what unravels in your bewildering mind.

I want to feel your lukewarm touch against my skin;
the cold has latched on to every corner of my being
and I am in need to leave it behind.

I long to graze your sun kissed skin
and for the sun's burn to linger there,
I yearn to even my vague breathing
with your stable gasps of air.

But if you beg me to summarise,
I just wish you would stare.
 Dec 2014 Beebz The Queen
i
\he was like untocuhed snow;
cold, exciting, new, beautiful
and i was like a february sun;
explosive, dangerous, lying, false-
melting him until he disappears\

\he was different, yet the same,
i could see some strange light in his eyes,
and it excited me and scared me to death
at the same time\

\i still don't realize how his smile
brightened up my morning, and
made my day better\

\he was my one and only,
and even though i will never
get to touch his neck with my lips
and taste alcohol off his mouth,
at least i got the pleasure of being
in his presence and got the privelege
of him laying his eyes on mine,
being the reason for his smile\
i hope i get over him someday
 Dec 2014 Beebz The Queen
Beeha
hollow o my soul,
lost them down the hole.

chanting with them wall,
i wish time could stall.

hallucination at its best,
yet my mind did not rest.

recreating some scenes,
hysterical but dreadfully keen.
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