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I can show you the world baby,
Then destroy it just as quickly,
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Let me be your everything
It's all yours
As far as eye can see
Thing is it all ends with me
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Say your prayers tonight my love,
Rely on the person above,
To save you from what I am
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
I could hurt you if I tried
Remember today as the day you died
When I took you apart
Piece by piece by piece
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Your heart matches mine
And the background is undefined
I lose my breath
The thudding in my veins is growing quicker
And I am filled with wander
Of how my soul could match
To another so
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
AM
Forced
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
AM
if we both met and fell in love
by God's will
then why should we be forced
to separate ourselves—our love
*by what human said?
Hey,
you out there,
sit back and relax
watch it begin.

She being my sister said,
'you're not weighed in,
I think you're a bit loopy,
think you need  your  brain balancing'
and that was the start of it.

Family, half crazy and the other half middle Britain,
can't stop themselves from putting the boot in.

It's a bit of a sod that the siblings are odd, but it's par for the course where we all come from.

Some say it's a shame that we all bear the same name, but let me tell you,
I wear it with pride.

Take a look inside and you'll see that our family is welded tight, we look after each other,
Mother who's older than methuselah taught us that the bond between sisters and brothers is the wall that all others would breach.

I could say half crazy's the way to be and definitely is in our family.
I love them all though even if half are not plumbed in and some need balancing.

It's blood in the vein
It's the family name
and
all a part of the game
that we play,
As the dance resumed
And your button's down
In the cloud of perfume
She can be found
I know you're impressed
By the way she sways
Give her your best
And maybe someday,

You'll find yourself
Walking through her front door
Just like myself
And many like you before
Do you see that photograph,
Hanging by her balcony?
If you look closely
You'll see that it's me
I was born unreal under the sign of you
I was born unreal and you never knew
My skin has waited for you to come
My skin has waited but you were gone
It lies dead, it lies deep
It lies stark and underneath
The shining memory
Of brushing near
Against reality
That's right, I said it
And I don't regret it
It's a crock of crap
Giving humans a bad rap
The fact that it exists
Is why the aliens don't visit

All It does is point out
The flaws that you
Really don't even have
And even if those quirks you did
Possess then you should iron them out
Not waste your time on excess

And here's another thing
That I don't get
Ladies why would you ask other women
For advice about men?
I'm gonna give you the 4 things you truly need to keep him in your life.
That 50 ways to please your man list is crap
Here if is for all you future wives


1. Bring more than just your body to the table
2. Communication is key, so always be honest about problems as you are able
3. Think outside of the box when it comes to ***
4. Be honest with both yourself and him, and that's how you keep a man
I hate cosmo
Sometimes, I feel like I'm
moving
backwards.
I like myself less and less,
and a
little
less
each day.
Jealousy and sickness grow
rampant
inside me.
My head has been swelling
for months on end,
and my heart has been
shrinking
and shriveling.
I don't feel like
myself
anymore.
I am sad
and bitter
a irritable.
So many things I never was
before.
I go searching for
disappointment,
and still turn up
even more
empty
handed.
Everything hurts in me.
My body is giving up on me.
I begin each day
with my head
throbbing.
I can't eat.
I don't sleep.
And I am steadily losing
patience,
and
myself.
He's back.
That same monster.
From so many years before.
I wish he would leave me alone.
And yet I am still here,
fighting.
An ongoing war
inside
myself.
Analyze if you will
The gravitational pull
Between the present bones
And this fading image

Explain to me
The point of no return
When I crush
Against echoes

I've got a wet mind
And a dry ****
Waiting for you to

Conspurcate
With cunning
Pungent
Logic

A sorrow I haven't lived
A brain I couldn't touch

It's okay to hurt me
I can't feel a thing
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