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 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
You
Can't
Be
A
Good
Parents
If
You
Don't
Respect
Your
Parents
And­
Realize
Their
Sacrifices
To
Rear
You
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
Selfie
Is not a pic of oneself
It is a golden moment in modern hectic life!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
mark john junor
but she was handwritten in a digital world
her eye fixed on jacob's sweaty ladder
because always gotta climb over the corpse of yesterday
she had the worldly sense about her
the grand sweeping gesture
to encompass all seen and all implied
to show your heart is in it for the long haul

he watched her struggle so strong
his long eyes from the fortress of his face
such iron willed bravery
she pours out the litany of reasons
like pouring out a delicate wine
threadbare clothes speak of a life of labors


the field of her heart once tilled with bountiful crop
once filled with the joyous sounds of laughter at harvest
so much ventured to come to such an end
his blackened heart has time for tales of the sun
her dreams sweep you up in their turbulent elegance
where all else that transpires is illusion
while for that brief flicker of time
you learned what it means to really live
for the first time
what its like to have your soul long for
 Jan 2016
mark john junor
in the spanish quarter
her eyes fixed on the dim light passage
as she awaits the coming hand of deceptions
with her recital of whispers like a prayer
she sweats openly
to her its a pressure point at the breaking
its a devils delight in the black heart of evil men
so as the wick of her flame clings to its purpose
as it burns true to pure
as you knew it would
you sit by her side
wait out the hours
forsake the dawn it never comes to this desolate place
forsake all trust love hope
they fled this desolate place
stand for who you are
stand for rights victory over wrong
truth even if it means your death
 Jan 2016
Aeerdna
I'm still gonna keep you
Even though you hurt me
Even though you drag me down
Even though your hands burn my skin.

I am gonna keep you
Even though my breath is poisoned by your air
Even though when I sleep next to you
My demons, they wake up.

I am gonna keep you
Even though you make me feel cold
And empty
And with you there’s only darkness,
I can never see the light.

I am gonna keep you
Even though I no longer love you
And you no longer seem to love me.
Even though your heart is full of lies
And I cannot believe them anymore.

I am gonna keep you
Because I am weak
And scared of being free.
 Jan 2016
Tommy Jackson
There once was a rocker
His name was the doctor
He played like no other
He learned from his dad
He jammed down for his mother,
He stringed like a crazy man
He joined the military
He rocked out troops
And even foreign lands.
He in the middle of the fighting would bring
His guitar to the war,for the princes and kings.
He was shot with his 1964 guitar strung about his shoulder.
The middle easterners buried him, where there's water flowing
From boulders, he never gets older he continues to play peace
Loving tunes from beyond the grave.
You can still hear him wailing, that 12 stringed guitar
Throughout all 50 states.
They stopped the war, directly after his death.
Because his sound he strung, was beautifully hung
Upon the flag he sung.
'War no more' rock and roll's doctor addressed.
 Dec 2015
Mohd Arshad
On a day of smog-compactness,
And when I, in tunic, on planks stooped,
Through the clumsy cluster of logs,
Like an arrow out of a bow, ricocheted he,
The warrior, the dictator, the vampire!
His manes, I bet, golden silky threads,
Dangling on his thick and flabby neck,
And like straight standing swords
In the naked sun, uprit, his fangs!
The persons, crouched, and the cattle,
Out for fodder, stuck in stamped,
To the dichotomous ways, scuttled!
His prey, he telescoped, oh! Unfortunate dog;
Yes! Galloping was in a jiffy, and
The old king was on his throne!
At the crevice I, in tremors, thanked God;
And he,  the victorious, eyes smouldering,
Trekked, roaring, growling and howling!
Though dreadful, how jolly moments,
For them too, I am sure, yes, so sure,
Met the lord of the forest, lord of the beasts,
And in thickness of bushes, he vanished!
Notes (optional)
 Dec 2015
Mybadbrainday
I'm a monster; a Djinn.
Feeding off your invigorating stories.
Licking words like kisses out of your mouth.
Tasting each single letter, like shades of wine.
******* out marrow of thoughts, till you sigh with relief.

Till you're moaning from the seated feeling of confession.
Handing your dreams over with a content smile,
keeping up the illusion for a while

Freely given thoughts for me to savour,
swallowed to marinate with my tainted ones.
Dreams for me to digest and ruminate.
Wisdom to infinitely chew on.

...oh, the addictive aroma of your words.

A supernatural parasite, I'm ******* you dry.
Feeding my hungry minds cry.

Our relationship is far from okay.
but I'll keep you sedated a little longer,
just until you realize;
I'm the monster and you're the prey.
 Dec 2015
Mohd Arshad
Whenever go anywhere carry good manners in your pocket!
Notes (optional)
 Dec 2015
Mohd Arshad
If you are good at heart
You are good with everything for everyone!
Notes (optional)
 Dec 2015
Mohd Arshad
Make
Experience
Your best friend
He will always accompany you!
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