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 Oct 2013 C P Sharma
Niveda Nahta
Hello! I call out,
As I walk on the cold
wet grass,
With bare feet I walk around,
Not scared if I hear a sound,
I turn around,
My eyes in search of something,
Something I'd like to find,
Here and there I sneak around,
in hope of something divine,
No! Something which can catch
my heart,
not that caught my eyes,
Red,blue,yellow or violet,
Maybe white, or black
like an eye of a pirate,
Across the land,
On a beautiful chariot,
my mind goes round
A girl name Hariot,
who's she,
I don't know well,
But I think I've found the smell,
sweet yet cold,
yes it's the ground,
The old ground on which I lay awake,
yet again as the day shoves in,
through the night in an ancient ship,
Yes,no,yes,no,
please don't let it go,
The moon's no longer beaming,
Yes I hear sceaming,
Well,
I've just been dreaming..
 Oct 2013 C P Sharma
Showman
Images
 Oct 2013 C P Sharma
Showman
I see pictures in my head.
Me with a magnet embedded in my stomach.
Repelling or attracting certain types of people.
A man walking the New York streets
Concerned over his ****** addicted brother.
I see viking ships sailing to protect their homeland
From dragons and crop plight.
 Oct 2013 C P Sharma
JCkilledme
stay
 Oct 2013 C P Sharma
JCkilledme
sometimes i wonder if my sadness is the only thing ive truly ever loved.
at night, i breathe in my loneliness as if it was the sweetest air that could pass my lips.
i remember when i first noticed you getting tired of trying to figure out what was wrong.
and at that, the end of most days you would look for new wounds on my body
for all the times you have let me down
but most of all i remember choking...
choking.....
choking on a word i thought would come out so easily....


*stay
I deserve this anguish on my house.
It was late.
He was stalking the ruffling.
Her skin was pale,
her dress was red, and she was shuffling.
The cobblestones rose and fell
like waves.
His eyes as deep as oceans,
his eyes as dark as caves.
She ran. She ran. She cried.
He loved. He loved. He lied.
And when at last his strong hands
crushed the life from her throat,
he stood, he gazed,
and he brushed off his coat.
The satisfaction never came.
Things would never be the same.
Forever in the fray, forever apart and away...
I looked down from the balcony that night,
and, gods help me, I stayed. I stayed.

— The End —