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 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
ZT
This isnt a poem
Its my emotions
Poured into words

I could no longer contain
The pain I'm feeling
Allow me to share

It hurts
Its painful when you get left out
When people forget your existence

But I cannot blame them
For it might have been my fault

Have I unknowingly built a wall
That no one could climb?
No one, not even me

I cannot escape from this place
A fortress I built from peace in solidarity

But as time passed by
the peace came on too strong
The peace felt turned into screaming loneliness

But still I cannot climb this wall...

So let this poem be my memory
Let this poem leave a trace of me
So that when the time will come
When the time have passed to much
That the wall is old enough to be fragile... and break
Maybe that time people will see
The traces I've left
That proves in this world there was me
It is Them that chise to forget me
But it is I who made myself lonely
I looked into an hourglass
And watched the sands of time
Racing on their downward trip
And blowing cross my mind
With each falling grain
That mountain grows higher
Time remains the same...
...Don't believe it
I'M A LIAR!

Time is an old man
With a sturdy cane
His body bent with age...but
His eyes remain the same
Those eyes
Have seen everything
In so many different ways
To flash by all ..that he has seen
WOULD PUT YOU IN A DAZE

I'M A LIAR ...WHEN I SAY...
TIME...REMAINS THE SAME..
every second is
a different link upon the chain
I'M A LIAR...A VILLAGE CRYER
SCREAMING
In the night
Carrying a message and a light
The MESSAGE is to guide your steps
The LIGHT,Is to guide mine

If we walk together
There no telling
What
We may find

The hourglass is empty now
The sands have blown away
Time like everything else
Was not.....
......HERE ...TO ...  stay.
When she wakes
I
shall take her
some tea,
kiss her on the
lips
and
she will
kiss
me
and
then we
shall see
what the
day
brings.
.


We are so transparent

So naive

So lacking in Will power

That we cannot stop hurting each other

Or being hurt

""""

Stupid *****

Pathetic dumb *****

Ugly AMERICAN super **** ups

)(

( Yeah ! YOU ! )

)(

Mo night time madness and stars

And naked bodies in the trees

Making whoopie

And all the animals laughing

And being gay

And free



Big time **** and the banging

And the hot babe selling

Flowers on the Boston streets

After the matches are gone

//

And the prostitutes marry the priests

And the bag lady marries the police man


& i marry

The cute little girl

With the golden curls

/::/

And **** don't stink no more

And all the politicians

Die in their sleep

//

&

I love

That cute little girl

The one with the golden  curls

From down on market street




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