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 Oct 2014 Matloob Bokhari
Haych
They asked me to speak
So I tried
But wouldn't sit around waiting to listen
All they wanted was words
And I was made up of so much more.
Sometimes it's in the silence that we find the answers we wish not to find.
Sometimes it's better not to ask, but to observe and wait though the wait may be eternal.
Patience is of most upmost importance when dealing with others, for how can we demand and expect so much of others, when we ourselves find fault in our ownselves?
I wish this **** would end
This mass destruction
This mass corruption

I wish Pandora's box could be resealed
Not concealed
With rumors and lies

I wish that it would end
It's getting worse and worse
Pandora's box is blasting
The corruption is spreading and causing destruction
The terrible truth concealed With rumors and lies

I wish to grant my freedom with these bottle of pills
As I sit from the top of my prison hill
I wish it would end... ;-;
Black adder awaits
Stalks it's prey
First strike
Second strike
Third strike
All is calm
Black adder is dead
What's it like to be liked?
To be the one who causes that jolt
In the chest of the one who sees them and likes them?
What's it like to be liked by someone who doesn't just like you because they found out you liked them and they wanted a girlfriend?
Because I have liked so, so many boys
Felt that rush if adrenaline when they walk by
Gotten nervous when they speak to me or meet my gaze
But I have never
Ever
Been on the other side of that
Never even been asked to dance more than one time
And it has been nearly two years since then
And he was basically ordered to ask me to dance
I don't dance
But what I'd give to be asked...
What I'd give to be liked...
What's it like to be liked?

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Repost if you are lonely. Makes me feel less alone to know someone else Is too. Or if you have never been liked. Or if you just really like the repost button.
Please comment! I love to read any thoughts you have on my poetry or poetry itself as an art! :)
 Oct 2014 Matloob Bokhari
M
Homesick
 Oct 2014 Matloob Bokhari
M
Homesick in my own home because home isn't a place,
It's the feeling of belonging and those who make me feel so live so far away.

Homesick in my own town where I was born and raised,
Homesick for the people that I love, for the people I wish had stayed.
 Oct 2014 Matloob Bokhari
Erenn
His conscience infiltrates the darkness within
Molded with moss of remorseful sins
Beginning to see the light they claimed
Whenever he strands the truth
Their eyes and lips exerted in ways of deceit
Not upholding the justice he once knew

Now living in a world of duplicity
Where he don’t need mirrors to see
That vivid reflection of pretense blinded by mendacity
They varied the trust he uphold only to be lost
By what they preached  

He ran like a wild animal that he is
Hoping to be free from this spawn of hatred
His wings grew from the mettle he believed in
His heart pumping with venom
Every second breathing to his last
But he didn't care if he’s dying

He just wants to be free from all these fibbers
He wanted the world he believed in to believe
That there’s still hope for everyone
We are all humans in the beginning
Only to become beasts in the end

But we do have a choice to change
Before it’s too late

For when the light fades out
And darkness lurks in
**We’ll be the void of existence we once lived
Who or what i'm writing about??
Whatever that you imagined it is.
*Hints: They're controlling the whole world right now.
And they're silent on what's happening in Palestine. Think about it.
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