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I stepped in the shower today and
Let the hot water burn my body
As it trickled down my newly tanned skin.
I closed my eyes and let it
Wash my mascara away.
I thought about now
How wonderful, and peaceful,
And easy things are.
I thought about summer..
You're spinning me around in the water and
Softly kissing my neck;
We sit around blazing orange fires
And congratulate each other on the perfectionism
Of our s'mores.
But soon, September will come
A tidal wave of schoolwork,
Two and a half hours of driving,
And late-night Skype calls,
Are heading our way.
Jealousy and questioning
Are almost guaranteed to become abundant.
It won't be easy,
And I can't promise anything
Besides;
I'll try my best
For you
haven't posted in awhile
I can't speak; the
silence in my head
is so much louder
than the serotonin
rumble-bust. in my
quest to escape me,
I found a miserable
block of ice buried
under my name.

am I a 20 year old
walking tombstone?
will I ever be alive
again?

the tent rustles as
the THC buries
my lungs.

either way, soon
I will be dead or
alive.

patience is a
virtue.

woah is me.
There comes a day in your life where you meet someone special…
You try so hard not to admit it but you just can’t hold back the way you feel…
I like you.
You get all those feelings…
Those butterflies you can’t stomach,
That heart rate you can’t put at ease,
So baby …
Sweetheart with the beautiful smile. Sure, I loved sleep
But dreams couldn't compare
Not to talking to you until my mind screamed for rest
And the butterflies in my stomach settled
Darling with the endless amount of love…
your love could fill the oceans and climb the tallest trees,
but could your love belong to me someday?
Be given to me?
Can you feel the way I do for you?
& Boy, sometimes I tangle my own fingers
Closing my eyes, losing myself in a daydream
Where your voice is more than an echo in my mind
And I even believe for a few seconds you're still here
Lover, who writes me poems,
You should know I write you too.
I write about you until my fingers ache
And still after that I keep writing
Because there's just some people you could write about forever
And baby, you're one of them.
And boy who played me a song,
Sweet sounds bow down to my ears,
And the way you play your guitar…
& the way I daydream about kissing your lips...
I can’t wait until the sparks of your tongue burn my mouth
send electric shocks through my body
Cutie… with the funny jokes,
You make me laugh.
Today you made me laugh,
like you always do,
you’re the only one who can now a days.
Baby, with those sparkling eyes,
Your eyes haunt me whether I'm dreaming or not
And what haunts me more is the fact that
I can’t have you now
because you ruined it
It hurts to think about it,
So I have to block you out.
Play your songs to someone else,
Read your silly lines of heartache to someone else,
And go find… someone else.
My little brother cuts himself
And I wonder about the scars

Imagine that they are more like
the lines inside the trunk of a fallen tree
An indication of how long he has lived
or how fast he grew

and time is a funny thing now
Because it is easy to forget how old he is
because of how old he looks
and on the inside
who knows

I just think of counting rings
on a fallen tree stump
like a warped record

after the day grows quiet
if I placed a needle to the wood
What song would it play?
Every day is the same

             You wake up and it's grey,


               Broken, empty and choking.

        
                  Until one day, your body,
    
                      Subconsciously,


                         Makes the conscious decision


                              To never wake up again.



                And then you're lost, in a darkness
                That was never yours to hold.
I've been the only issue
That my parents have
Had to deal with always.

I've had many issues
Which I myself have
Had to deal with forever.

I had been so lonely
Devoid of any good
Friends to play or rhyme with.

Fatefully I've received
The pleasure of all
Elementary worldly things.

But still I felt so alone
And so lonely when
I was with many fake friends.

Then my fate shone
Through the dark of
A dreary night when she came.

I had been so lonely
Devoid of any God
*She is my own beautiful Angel.
My HP Poem #385
©Atul Kaushal
I lay under the sheets
In this cold room
While thinking about you
And thinking of all your perfections
And few imperfections,
But most of all
I’m thinking that about how you aren’t thinking of me
page after page
I express my self
my inner wealth
its not to show to everyone.
only others that have found there escape
mine is to write
its my nature
if you know who you really are
then by all means
see the world from my light with my views
but if you are unsure
then I warn you
inner demons are shown
don't get to know mine before your own
If I like you, you'll know it.
If I love you, I'll show it.
If we decide to plant that seed,
then we'll most definitely grow it.

If I'm offering my time & my mind & my thoughts,
Then like a firefly, I'm just waiting to be caught.

If I'm putting in the effort and I'm willing to commit,
I'll expect the same from you, through the thin & through the thick.

If you invest yourself in us and simply give me all you got,
I'll let down my walls and love again, and never ever stop.

If you catch me as I'm falling, and won't let me hit the ground,
I'll show you where chivalry's been hiding; I'll let you hear love's beautiful sound..
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