I will break the ****** chain
Someday soon - or die.

shanikyrs

You know what?
You are a poem
I miss writing

Here, the universe
If you gotta fixture to same need
Lays on different intentions
What it is? you universe
Not to tell that it is a disaster
Universe you only know
Beginning and the end
Having cleverly trapped us
All in between.

I think I wanna cut my own throat
**** hard and sleep tight
Vulgarity and purity together it makes a one man
The man called me
You all are my projections
See how uncanny it is when the God, whoever,whatever the creator steal that claim from me, the man who own the projections
In the broad day light
Am not angry with him if he doing the job right but no
He just playing with lights
Making it his own club house
Having selfish apathetic pleasure
Destroy my creation my projection
Destroying the man
The man

Red blushing cheeks
Oomph of her curly joy
Overthrowing your anguish
There where my freedom

Dolphin girl barely to be seen
Bless the world with your love
And an and, an and
Let me to dive with you
Somewhere deep into that ocean
To that **** bluish ocean

**** they all talk about love without knowing a dime of it
love for me is the love, which made you feel loved
irresistible - steamy  and dreamy
oh Jesus teach em love not the definition of love
this is the month April, the month of Sun, to whoever near the equator -
and this man who writes all these
lavish  with the exuberance of love which may only the lonely writers
may understand
bring me the love - the love that I understands
Sun- that would be my only new year wish
happy new year !!!

I remembered how this all made me feel
this all keep questioning the purpose of my existence
where that I go mute with no proper answer
I may replace the "I" with "He"
so  whoever read take all this in the third-party narrative
but in deep down, I know this everything is about me
every word and every touch of the meaning is always only about me
saying that, I don't wanna give up
not that am dumb to see this whatever it called the bigger realty
but just like I am entrapped to mundane of routine, am entrapped to the illusion of life
the illusion which promising to fix my broken reality yet keep me making more miserable by every single minute it passes
now it is just passing the midnight
half of the wold maybe dreaming whereas the rest of the half is working on their dream
okay world, I surrender
I don't understand, even though it seems that I do understand more than you all
I wish if am stupid as you all if I am born with the ignorance as you all
He whoever responsible for making this life is just a sick *******
well it is a random something, it is the worst random ****
maybe there is no meaning to anything but isn't there a meaning
why I am here today
writing all these, which then converted to some digital bits
stored in some magnetic range
am the verdict, this is my confession
dear whoever put me on this, I am paying for your sin
it is poor innocent me bearing the cross, crucified for your eternal sins
I remember how this all made me feel tonight
it was the shittest ever felt
dear all spiritual *******, I love you all but tell me one thing
why the ******* all do have to do business with everything you preach
tell me how you are better than drug dealers
I will not remember how you all made me tonight
please, please and please
keep me out of all your business
I wish you all will burn in hell alive to witness the pain
you all have given on me
don't ever utter, just a single word
I will always remember what do you all made me feel tonight