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Sizzle, Sizzle,
hear the sound...
of the Rain instantly evaporating,
on the hot, black, asphalt ground.

The sweet smell of it
fills up your nose,
as the heavy clouds continue to drip,
until that May Flower grows.
My tribute to my favorite month! Only a few more days away! Yay!
 Mar 2011 Darren Koobs
chris
she said to me
what makes your heart sing?

paused for a moment
whispered quietly,

not a **** thing
we wondered

is this wrong?
i only listen to the radio

and my heart,
she merely hums along
he held the sun
cupped in his hands
peers into a hole
made for gazing upon it
its heat
is burning
blister on his hands
all of his life
now smells
of burning flesh

the thinker
thinks away his time
pondering his oblivion
now covered
in sliver hairs
running rapid like sliver foxes

wishing he held
in his hands
something
a little more smoother
more soothing

now that his eyes can no longer see
and his hands can no longer feel
your eyes
cut me in two
split
just below
the rib cage
all that I am
spills
on to the floor
like scattered sheets of paper
written in
my terrible
half-child
half-god
gibberish
Today is the festival of colours.
We,Indians, sprinkle colours on friends
Nature is replete with beautiful colurs.
Life is a mixture of many emotions
We turn red when we are angry
and we become greenif we are jealous

Red stands for change and valour
White is symbolic of peace and purity
Green symbolizes harvest and prosperity
Yellow is considered good omen
Saffron means sacrifice
black is considered an evil

The leaves are green
The human blood is red
The Ripe fruits and corn are yellow
milk is white and the sky is blue

Nature and life are inseparable
Different colours tell different things
May the festival of colurs bring Happiness
and prosperity in this trouble torn world!
Something's looming over me.
Like a fog cast over my life,
through which I can't see.

It's a feeling at the core of my being,
Screaming,
my life has no meaning.

But maybe it's too soon to tell.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will come out,
and save me from this dreary hell.
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