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Pk Mar 2017
Shining gold of medals
Or papers announcing
The brilliance of a life
A life
So easily disguised
And somethings
That make your everything
Might be hidden forever
Behind the gold plate
In between those strings
Papers, colored papers, different kinds
Is their a person ?
There is no person
Only a story of a person
Birth is just some evidence
Amongst billions, just a fiction
Thank folks for the elaboration
Pump, kick, pump, kick, giggles
Fire chain reactions
Blow smokes,
Wait
There was a person,
Unheard, unseen, tragic
Little than little things
A chicken in jungle
Driven with tongue bites
And intentions behind those eyes
Brown eyes
Might never be known
Folks, what you like
Only those shining medals
Or papers announcing
The brilliance of lives
Pk Mar 2017
I go through a bus
With the tense face
That i always put on
Cause peace is a luxury

The streets do me no good
Much indecisive than me
Every time i walk in a crowd
I dont feel myself

I love no soul
Not even a food
But i lust so much
I am afraid I'll die of it

I drink no water
I throw things in me
I move
Cause i have no option

I write
With my head exploding
With uncertainty
That someone might read it

A zombie in a jungle
My existence
Is a waste of time
Pk Mar 2017
Just like it was yesterday
Or a while since I thought
A beautiful boat
A single stubborn oar
Nothing else
Did i ever want

There is this whole water
Eyes looking in eyes
A prejudice
There never is a stronger force

Rushing, stabbing the oar
I hit so many stupid things
Long way to go, to be
No ants but blue things

God is crazy and rains
But I just got a single stick
I'm alone
Wish I had a many, many sticks

I smell trees, I feel wet
Flashing jingles in my head
A shore met
And then I come breathless
Everytime
I come like that
Pk Feb 2017
I smile
With tears in my eyes
Its' phenomenal
Their warmth on my cheeks
Just shoots me straight
I look in mirror
I laugh
Very hard sometimes
I count my dimples
They're ******* ten in number
I cry
Stop after some time
I do that countless times
When you ask me why
I look at you like a lost child
I love
My love an appetizer
And actions lazy as poo
I am not a giver baby
I just like eating things up
I talk
Selecting one of my playlist
Cause if if i open my real mind
I may scare you off
So i say exactly what you want
I wish
Every crazy day of my life
Some secret thing i work towards
Quick thing, slow as well
I honestly promise it's not beautiful
I hate
Almost everything
And it grows like a tree in me
Feeds my monsters
I am not good anymore.
Pk

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