A little glimmer off a shooting star,
a wave of glittering gold-dust
sprinkled from a world, afar,

liquid life,
sprouting shrubs and growing trees,
a wave of evolution,
liberating the inanimate,
gifting them with legs and knees,

raging slivers of fire
mercilessly compressed and tamed,
birthing the light and Sun,
a magnetic core in the earth
holding us down, letting stagnant waters run,

the reigning darkness,
purged back deep into the shadows,
concealing the hole to Hell
where temptation whispers
and sin grows,

then us,
children of Adam, and of Eve,
living in virtual utopia,
in a beautiful world that we thieve -

for this world is not just our own,
to taint and manipulate,

but yet we still burrow deep into our selfish minds,

seeking paradisiacal perfection

that we will never find.

Uncouthly, the freeze of late-february did start to wane,
and from the canals that run through the city of Manchester
mists slowly arose, along with degrading auras of heavy disdain.

As pubs and nightclubs alike
shuttered up and locked down upon the cusp of early morn,
slimy creatures slowly ascended, treading the shadows of the streets for easy prey to ****** before the oncoming dawn,

stray felines and dogs, the most common of their foods,
thy amphibious monstrosities leaving behind nothing but bones -
and upon the second night after, their hunger sought more,

so they snuck into unknowing buildings and stole children from their homes.

Now what happened on that morning after was most queer;
these children were not found dead nor reduced to corpses, but in the strangest of places -

standing upon the edge of the canal's miasmic bank,

untouched 'xcept for the stretch of skin that now covers their faces.

In silence she sits,
gazing at the glass of water shimmering on his bedside table,
deep down knowing she must do it -
but also knowing she'll never be able.

Lay there,
plastic tubes fused to his veins,
his beating heart exposed bare -
and yet the Doctors say his brain is
DEAD,
and yet, breathing, he lives
outstretched before her on the hospital bed.

They never had kids,
she was always unable to conceive -
and yet night,
after night,
he always gave it,
and she always tried to receive.

All he wanted was to be a father -
because of her
he never got the chance to care,
to rear a child of his own;
provide a loving heart,
and a warm and safe home.

[I'm so sorry]

And at 17:01,
with the machine monitor
covered with a single white cloth,
she bends over her late husband,
with a shaking hand,
she switches the life support off.

17:35

She sits
and cries
a lonely woman,
already grieving and telling herself lies.

[Don't be -]
[sorry]

Whispers in the wind.

AJ

I fear the insanity of reality
the dying of the light,
I fear the poisoned blood inside my veins
and the nightmares that plague my nights,

I fear the cancer within a killer's eyes
the two-faced tyrant that shifts disguise -
I fear the loss of touch's sense upon my skin
the stark fact of being unable to give in,

I fear the men behind the make-up
red noses, big shoes, dickie bows and ties -
I fear loneliness's tortured silence,
of being left alone with my mind's screaming cries,

I fear the dead girls in white dresses
the struggles of modern life and it's many stresses -
I fear of finally flipping over the edge
cursed with the bastardised genes with which I'm drenched,

I fear the mysteries that life beholds
the thieves that'll creep in, steal my shallow breath,

I fear the eventual eventuality,

that is to be woken by the chilling whisper of Death.

~~
Classic words, True,
Yet divine
But inhumane activities growing
The flowers are trampled yet again

There is a magic
Where a group of people who have been in search of food
In the desert
And they are true, but stupid!!

Octopus builds a Camouflage
Not only for the trap
But also they proved to finesse
And we are quickly going to lose the road

They made my fortune
Even God can not change their minds
When they are laughing loudly
Even who could **** the birds in the cage
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

You are the light that shines
brighter than any star,
you're a gem riddled with flaws
but that's not what makes you who you are.

You're my candle that glitters in the night -
you may not have always been there for me
but hey don't dwell on it; it really is alright.

You may be a bit big (quite a chunky monkey)
and yeah you've lost most of your hair -
but now you're here beside me
and for all your faults, I simply don't care.

For this Christmas I want to give you something special;
I wrote this poem from the bottom of my heart,
powered by that beautiful life and strength
you gave me right from the very start.

I give you something no one can ever take away;
a present that can never be touched,
never be seen, nor heard,
but can always be had -

on this fine Christmas Day,
I just wanted to say I love you Dad.

Slowly, she clutched the covers tighter to her chest.

"Oh Aleshaaa... you can't hide..." drawled the monster beneath her bed, it's choked voice gurgling thickly at the back of its throat like a blocked sewer pipe.

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