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At the time
I never thought
That you would become
A crucial part
Of my life
Your split created
A never ending storm
As large as
Jupiter's red eye
A strong  as Neptune's
Raging ties
From what you gave
The only thing left
Is a discord
And my own
River of sorrow
A close friend of mine left with out telling me....
 Mar 2015 Michael Caio
Ishita
I am a soul,not a product
I am a dream,not a vision
I am a start,not an abort
Whether you understand it or not

She stepped out to change consequences
But instead,they changed and ripped her apart
How optimistic was she,
Being the one with a new hope
Struggling hard to find the unnamed answers
Still she bore a smile
But each day she died a while,
Far more than a horrible death

Questioning destiny she still had faith
A faith;that questioned the darkened sight of the human heart
Now the question arises,
Was it her mistake or the hunger of the rapists ?
Thousand similar stories are lying there
Unmentioned and no one to bother
Was it not a social issue?
Was it not a rotten side of a disheartened person?

Sometimes it feels being a girl is a challenge
Fighting,facing tortures,balancing and finally protecting
Yet gaining confidence at each step of life
You can't predict whats' life up to
And no one will step forward to help you
Many people will come,and many people will go
Leaving behind a scar in your heart
But the power,the strength lies with you
Cause you have the utmost power to live your life
Cause you have the power to be fearless.
A burning social issue,harassment or molesting is increasing in today's world.Why are people so narrow-minded and selfish?
Why can't women step out freely without giving a second thought about "what if,that happens" Where does the security thing go?
Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again
Laughter not time destroyed my voice
And put that crack in it,
And when the moon's ***-bellied
I get a laughing fit,
For that old Madge comes down the lane,
A stone upon her breast,
And a cloak wrapped about the stone,
And she can get no rest
With singing hush and hush-a-bye;
She that has been wild
And barren as a breaking wave
Thinks that the stone's a child.

And Peter that had great affairs
And was a pushing man
Shrieks, 'I am King of the Peacocks,'
And perches on a stone;
And then I laugh till tears run down
And the heart thumps at my side,
Remembering that her shriek was love
And that he shrieks from pride.
This loneliness
Is like empty walls
An echo of silence
Bouncing back and forth
Reminding me of the
Darkness of my soul

Paranoia and the voices mocking me
Persisting and alluring
Showing me that ropes
Are of a Purple Velvet matter

Seducing ****** they are
Death by a wet kiss
Drowning in this glorious liquid and fluids
Tight ******* with profanities
Right against my sore body
Erecting me high
Deflowering my innocence
******* me off of any sanity

How can I resist?
Seductive words in glamorous blasphemies
Tingling all my senses
And then, with no mercy
Showing me a reflection
Of a hideous and grotesque monster

It is me
It has always been me

And in my despair
In my loneliness
In my own tribulations

Self-destruction
Might be the only way
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