Plucked the flying feathers from a young bird, to lazy to ask how they work. So she sits broken hearted, madly in love with the boy who named her flightless.

Doing what I do best, while I ball my eyes out.
I'm seeing blurred lines for real this time.
And as I grabbed a blade, I just couldn't cut.
So I balled a fist, and just couldn't hit.
I found a rope, tied it up like girl scouts,
And you know what they say:
IF THE NOOSE ******* FITS.

A million times I've wondered,
What writing a suicide note feels like.
And maybe this is it,
Because as I scrawl these words,
I feel my still beating heart
DYING IN MY CHEST.

Imagine your greatest love,
Now stand it on a stool,
Give it a piece of paper, a pen, and a piece of rope.
Now tell it you love it, so much it ******* HURTS,
And then watch it write it loves you too,
And jump off the stool FEET FIRST.

But the rope breaks,
Now you're crying, screaming at the sky,
YOU SAID I HAD A PURPOSE,
WAS IT ALL A ******* LIE?!

Is this what you wanted for your grand ******* PLAN?
Now I'm a crazy *******, talkin' to the man upstairs.
While he sits and he watched me crumble inside-out,
If you wanted me broken then you've done it,
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

No.
I'm not done, I lean right back into it, because while you may be happy,
I'M IN ******* RUINS.

I can't settle for no, it isn't my vocabulary, and so I write:
Dear Dear Diary,
I've been beaten and bruised,
Choked and abused,
But what is this sickening, tightening feeling...

I'll take a slit throat over slit dreams anyway,
A stab in the brain before a stab in the heart,
So go ahead, punch me, hurt me, cut me, **** me.
But don't take away what keeps me **BREATHING

She's irritating,
A noise making machine,
She never shuts up,
I see her in my dreams.

I can't fight it,
But when she's gone,
I have a feeling,
It won't be long.

Before I tear her hair out,
I scream and shout,
I let my emotion run free,
I can't help the way I feel baby.

I was cold and alone,
No one to hold,
And she was absent from my head.

I felt the world's weight,
No laughs to share,
My reality came crumbling,
Into Nightmare.

I found her sitting,
Upon the shore,
Of that firery brimstone,
Lair.

Thank imaginary beings,
Thank the stars and the earth,
I had finally found her,
Beneath the hurt.

I can't explain it,
But I hate her so much,
However, without her,
I wouldn't exist.

Success. This is my story.
I'm certain I will win.

The pinnacle. This is where I belong.
Until then, I won't give in.
The Sun. She would sleep every night.
But my eyes won't!

Hardwork and Sweat. Nothing beats this.
Come try stop me. My goals are bigger than you!

I remember the cold breeze blow into your face..
Your Red Shirt waiving whilst your on it..
Then the Camera focussed..
From the Green Grass to the back of your shirt..
Number 8..
And I knew I was looking at
My Legend..
My hero..
You'll Never Walk Alone they sang..
It gave me Goose bumps instantly!

I've never failed to miss a game to watch you since then..
To watch you play.. To watch Liverpool Play..
And then they sang your name..
You AWED me with
Joy and Goose Bumps!
You will be missed dearly..
But as you move on to better challenges..
Remember you Sir,
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart..
You'll Never Walk Alone!

-Shahzaad Zahirsha

I write when I'm asleep, not about counting sheep. But sheets & tangles, & screams. Long live the choked up words in my throat. You mean the world to me...

Wouldn't it be nice
to go back to the beginning
before the chaos revealed
itself in your eyes
back to when I only saw
gentle waves instead of
storms in your eyes

Your mouth
works like a gun
just waiting to
shoot the bullets,
the safety gone.

.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Those might have been told in any other way
but you could not understand
No, No this is not a spring song
Not even a fairytale

An exclusive secret,
a pain which originates within a love,
reverberates with the rebel song,
within your known sky, wind

Naturally has seen in dreams
Rarely meets with the real
Crops of thousand wishes,
As the Vinci's Mona Lisa

Truly forms in nature
which has a vitreous luster
As the Crystal of Sapphire blue
where the beauty beyond

Of the words mystery unveiled,
yet the fascination of the Poe's uncovered poetry,
As the fathomless depth of Mid Atlantic ridge,
which goes a long way

Tastes like the first kisses of love
which is full of longing
where whole life is covered with dissatisfaction,  
within the prospect of ever known

Like an old wine
where levels of alcohol is too high
After spreeing over the night,
Still hanging in,
Even after taking the morning black coffee
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Why is the world so complicated,
So populated.
Whoever you are, you're hated.
Trust has already faded.
People acting,
Reality, just backstabbing.
I'm just asking,
To remove that masking.
Your true colours are contrasting.
Throw countless insults at me,
That's if you're free,
Point my flaws and I'd agree
Try and see.
You ain't perfect too.
Here's a clue,
Something about you.
Your imperfection is true.
Step aside and do something new.