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Being drunk doesn't excuse it.  
"You didn't know what you were doing."
"I love him, he's my son."  
You don't remember what you did.
Do you know he still does?

The purple in his cheeks.
Lips split.
Eyes scared.

Look at what you have done.
Harmed your own son.  

It hurts when he laughs.
His cheeks sting as he cries.
Back jolts up as it touches the back of his chair.

Is it fair?
The boy scared of wearing a belt.

It reminds him of his father.
The way he cornered him, till he was a pleading and crying mess.  

The smell of alcohol lingering in the air.
It makes him sick.
He remembers.

He runs his hands up his left arm.
Cigarette burned holes scattered.

He couldn't take one more beating.
He didn't know how.

He tried his hardest.
As he closed his eyes.

He tried suicide.
He tried it all, the pills, the windows.

He couldn't do it.
Leave his mother and brothers behind.
Just because you were drunk, and can't remember. Doesn't mean they don't. They remember the betrayal. The broken trust. How does a parent do that to their child
As you inhale
So do I
But not in the same way
You inhale to drown yourself in the feeling of love
It courses through your veins
And camps In your lungs
Engulfing your heart
And as you exhale  
Your release your love in a cloud of smoke
I hold my breath
Trying not to breath it in
Scared of the long lasting affect
Trying to protect my health
You inhale and exhale again
You step towards me
Expelling smoke from your mouth  
Your love in the air
I take a step back
The gassy odor stains my clothes
Seeps into my skin
Chopping my breathing as it chokes me
Your eager to take another inhale
To breath it in
I'm just afraid of the second hand smoke
~~~~





like bells
lies and truth
both have tongues

but only one rings


soulsurvivor
...
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
 Jan 2015 NeeshaNeesha
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B & Quinfinn


::AB::
Where's the love,
If you love me,
Instead you have me feeling so empty,
I've never in my life felt so empty,
This room never been so empty,
And,
You had a love for writing songs,
Delayed meetings to hear you sing,
But the only thing I write about,
Is have your finger tangled with a ring,
In hopes that we could be more,
And nothing positive anymore,
Drug head I think I need more,
There's nothing more to say,
I got the direction , I just hope you know the way.
::WSQF::
love doesn't just go away
so, i guess it must have gone astray
it's not forgotten..somehow i know
just lost its way on a lonely road
but what has filled my heart with dread
there may be no signpost up ahead
a billion stars in the universe
we are merely two, it couldn't be worse
ever expanding is this endless sky
and we lost each other, i know not why
sometimes a man just has to cry
sometimes a man just has to cry.


::WSQF::
while pieces of you still churn within me
like a paper boat in a raging sea
desperately searching for a place to land
as you slip through my fingers like the sand.

::AB::
I was glad to be your man,
But inception got in the way,
Not good enough doubt's,
To have the affection missed in any other way.
Miss love
452

The Malay—took the Pearl—
Not—I—the Earl—
I—feared the Sea—too much
Unsanctified—to touch—

Praying that I might be
Worthy—the Destiny—
The Swarthy fellow swam—
And bore my Jewel—Home—

Home to the Hut! What lot
Had I—the Jewel—got—
Borne on a Dusky Breasty—
I had not deemed a Vest
Of Amber—fit—

The ***** never knew
I—wooed it—too—
To gain, or be undone—
Alike to Him—One—
The wake up call
rang steadily,
throughout the desperate morn.
The pilgrims and the prophets cried
as we were all reborn.
The temple walls collapsing,
upon the hollow mount.
Bodies strewn across the land,
too many now to count.
The serpent went a running,
they say he's hiding in the sand.
His days were always numbered,
his evil ways always to grand.
No doubt he will return someday,
to test the will of man.
See that old serpent never dies,
for he's part of the plan.
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