Person ahead of the times is delayed of recognition

A step taken.
That first step -
Long and dreaded.

Trying so hard not to push yourself in,
As you watch yourself from the sidelines-
              Who have you become?

You see all that you could be-
And know all that you couldn't.
Watching and anticipating...
                                     What will you do?

All that you have lost-
                               All for nothing.
All that you had feared-
      you have become.

Patience:
Good for the moment-
Then you realise doing nothing
won't get it done.

Stepping into everything you never wanted,
You ran into all that broke you.
Now you watch yourself falling deeper-
And refuse to swim.

All that life proposes,
A single flower in a vase of dead roses-
Saints and Sins and all sorts of things,
We love and then we regret...

Watching ourselves turn to-
all that we're used to...
Slowly-
           taking that first step.

///

I see you
You see me
And it is true both we exist

You love me
I love you
And it is true both we exist

One day you saw me
At least one day I also saw you

One day you felt me
At least one day I also felt you

One day I saw your beauty
at least one day you felt that I was in your mind
we felt that we loved each other
even you can believe it
cause still I'm loving you

Yet you never see the god
and me too,
but we both believe in god
The believe,
the most mystic invention on the planet earth ever
yet the gentlemen never can see under the microscope

Too many thoughts in our life
but we can't exceed the thought of death
always we feel a threat of death
when we grew older to oldest
and we carry it till our death

It is true that we see the death
and its pain that we have gained
when someone's closet moves to the past
but we can't lose his existence in our mind
and in the existence of our soul

I see the death,
the mystic beauty rises up to its spiritual height
and I say, it is true that is more than the truth,
the existence of death

Though still we exist on earth
yet we can't see any event that will be happened after death
but most of us believe in after death
there is a life,
the unlimited life
where we both will meet again
either we will exist in heaven or hell
Ah! The ultimate existence

It is true that we all have a fear of death,
the very dear fear,
moves us very near
to the god
the god,
dimensionless-
space less-
existence less-
but an ultimate divine existence of god
so that we believe in spiritual existence of god-

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Idk why but my mind is seriously
                        Twisted with nerves
                      Some how this came about
                           WHy ?
                 I'm suffering through this
                      I tell myself No !

I need you to wake me up
To hold me near
To tell me that you never left
And you're still right here

~


Said the shadow to the tree,

“You know my friend, life is not always fair...
take this vine of fingered grip,
tentacles of timid meaning
Holding you close as to not let go,
filling each bark split void,
strangling the very life from you
Why does it please you so...

when given time it will engulf,
blocking the sun light,
tightening in mass fury,
wrapping itself of everything you stand for
Then when your strength is gone
and you topple to the ground,
this vine will happily move on
to the next tree,
while you rot, returning to the earth,
which once gave you life?”

The tree replied,

“Because it feels so good to be wanted”

The sun set and the shadow was silent

I look around constantly
I slide down in my seat
I hate looking in the mirror
I hide from me
Their words scare me

I roam the hallways with my head down
I speak only when spoken to
I'm not the one people walk over to
Kayla who?
They have no clue

I sit alone at lunch
When I eat I never crunch
I sit in a hunch
It controls me
I cannot finish
I stand and walk away quickly

My skin has gone prickly
As it does every day
My hand accidentally brushes against someone familiar in the hallway
"Geez! Your hands feel like ice! Why are you always freezing?"
I mumble the excuse of a cold lunch
I stumble away

If I could,
I would,
But I can't,
So I won't.

If I could say it,
Say sorry,
I would, 
But it's impossible.

I'd say sorry, 
For my insecurities,
For my pain,
For my sorrow.

For the trouble,
For what we did,
For me,
For everything.

For telling you my fears,
For trying to hide my tears,
For every message that you and I sent,
For every lie you told,
For every lie I believed, 
But I can't.

For how I was torn,
For how I could've sworn,
That you were the truth,
But I can't.

For my cries,
For the words of discontent,
I wish so much to say sorry,
But I can't.

For the dreams,
For your heart that is hollow,
For my wants,
For what I see,
In forever,
It will take a never-ending apology,
For now I wish I could, but I can't.

Puddles in black asphalt make for perfect lagoons
murky waters stirring, kissed with light bent from the sun
air conditioners brace the ledge, ready to jump
marlboro in the air, sunday morning is a holy sight
unanswered questions on bus stop benches,
basketball court with boys who have sprouted like weeds,
too fly for high, or too high for fly,
all background music to the thumping of ball on concrete,
Elders on rocking chair thrones atop of stoops,
witness to all that plays out,
from corner store ballets and 3 a.m. shootouts,
The beauty of it all, an orchestra of bodies,
awakening from slumber for yet another day

There you go again with that **** hand
held device,
your eyes are but only
hyptonic spin thingys

Your fingers are tools by rote
You foam at the mouth while
your thumbs and fingers skate across glass
squeeking slightly as you CrAcK your gum
sounding like a miniature WAR
I SHOUT FIRE at you!!
And still the squeeking of the fingers with joining
of CrAkIDY CrACK
I even jump up and down with still tipped boots
and still CrAcKiDY, CrAcKiDy, CrAkIDY, CRACK!!!
SqUeEkIdY, SqUeEkIdY,SqUeEkIdY, SQUEEK, SQUEEK!!!
I grab you by the collar and TOSS YOU OUT OF THE BUS,
in my daydream, as I smile inwardly with a child's giddy laughter
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK AND SLIDE, SLIDE, SLIDE,
SLIDE, SLIDE AND SLIDE!!!!!
He, He, He, He, that's all folkes