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 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Yates
There is too much noise
People shouting, car horns blaring, music blasting your ears, like it's the only thing that can save you from yourself.
if it could just get a little louder.
the voices in my head that won't shut up, telling me that I'm not good enough.

It's too loud.

We cling to our smartphones, our ipods and laptops
like they're the only things that can keep us alive,
but we forget the reasons we can live.

We drive past forests, oceans and rivers, never stopping to listen.
we don't know there's anything to listen to.

Waterfalls, wind in the trees whispering like the ghosts of years passed
birds singing, calling out to us to stop and listen,
pay attention to the world around us.

We can't hear the songs the birds are singing , the secrets the trees are whispering and we'll never hear the wolves in the night
It get's drowned out
*There is too much noise
Like knives chilled
And dragged
Along my cheek..
The first tears fell.

And silently I wondered
If they would stop
At anytime before
My aching heart.
He will come home tonight
Full of wine, his friends, and steak,
And gently 'wake'
Sleep faking me.
He'll be loving,
Vocal, animated, demonstrative,
He'll want to talk.
Apologetic, clumsy, sweet,
I will meet
My love again,
With a smiling snuggle,
And an indulgent, happy kiss.
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Àŧùl
My eyesight is weak without eyeglasses...
It further deteriorated after an accident..
The accident failed to affect a part of me.

The part of mine is something awesome.
In the brain it is placed as an intangible..
My vision is the thing which improved...
Vision and eyesight are much different.

My HP Poem #483
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Spelz
Your voice resonates in the depths of my mind,
It awakens my soul and is paid back in kind,
A jubilant audience without schedule nor time,
without vision nor feeling, nor scent to remind,
my heart of this feeling i seek in rewind,
Pensive at a distance this place thats in him,
yet pillars your voice doth ***** now within.
You're in my thoughts, and on my  mind
Escape from which I cannot find

I like the way you fry my brain
and half *** make me go insane

With words as sweet as pastry cream
You've drug me off into a dream
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Spelz
Lovely night, precious night
Happy birthday comes but one day
Blow the candle's head out

Lovely dresses, precious dresses
Party's started; I'm heavy hearted
But a smile for you shall sprout

Lovely whiskey, precious whiskey
Slowly numbs the mind's thumbs
Dawns skirmish now a blemish
                                          and I'm dancing all about

Lovely bliss, precious miss
I found and brought you one last round
but i can't find you to remind you

to my cause i am devout!          
        
Loathly night, nervous night
In a corner with your former
holding hands and making out

Loathly friend nervous friend
party’s ending, I’m pretending
not to let my anger sprout

Loathly club, nervous club
Find a taxi with just one seat
For dusk’s blemish will be a skirmish
                                                        and we’ll be dancing all about

Loathly sleep nervous creep
not a word or just a verb
so as to blind me and remind me

To my cause i am devout...
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