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~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
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 Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott
Loveless
When the darkness befall from the sky
And the world drowns into despair
On the beginning of a new era
An angel shall come forth
The wings of light and dark spread afar
The way he would choose
Shall be the will of heavens
A poem with various interpretations.
It means what you understand out of it.

Other parts coming soon...
 Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott
Loveless
Angel - act 1
The last star
Falls from the heavens
A tool for creation
Or a weapon of destruction
The soul of the possessor
Guides it's path
Second part of poem angel
A poem with various interpretations.
Though I'm writing it as a story but still it have many meanings and it means what you understand out of it.

Other parts coming soon...
 Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott
Loveless
The star splits
Into numerous fragments
As per the will of heavens
The fragments awaken
And choose their possessors
Merging with their hearts
A new power inside them arise
Third part of poem angel
A poem with various interpretations.
Though I'm writing it as a story but still it have many meanings and it means what you understand out of it.

Other parts coming soon...
After fifty years
I slipped into the school.

Madame Bela was visibly pleased
The classroom was too empty
Now I've one to do maths with


No less happy was Auntie Aloka
My favorite student is back
She lifted me up and said with a kiss
So vacant felt my class of English
Without a boy from olden times
Sweetly singing nursery rhymes


My eyes searched her and before long
Miss Jaya spoke in her softest tongue
I'm so glad to see his face
Sans him Bengali class was all emptiness


And there he was the only Sir
Amiyo Baboo the sports teacher
Isn't this the boy never won my trust
For always being in every race last


Fifty years haven't changed a bit
Either their age or their spirit
And surely the fun was doubly more
When I stood before the school mirror.
You're eyes my favorite get away
My face mirrors yours
As the sides of your mouth turn to a grin
And I know
Your kindness and heart
Shine from within
As your spirit leads you
I know only good directions...
Oh how I love
Such a true soul
Who could make me radiate at my lowest points
And guided my through seas too rough
I don't know what I'd do without
My other half
To adventure these roads ahead
And keep me from losing myself again
Someone I love very much
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