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Riiyyaa 2d
Ever wondered around the house thinking about who has the rights to decide wrong and right ?
Who in the first place even set norms for the society ?
Who decided men are superior to women?
who decided that women are meant to do household works and men are supposed to earn?
Why does it have to be this way ?
Can't we just all live like Human beings?
Can't we just not pretend to be happy but actually be Happy?
Can't we just be you we are and not what we are expected to be?
Can someone please answer these questions ?
Can someone clear all the question marks from my mind?
Can someone remove Feminism ?
And can someone introduce Humanism again?
PiLomus Oct 3
The mind started to dive in nothingness,
But doubt seeps in.
I felt frightened to make this journey,
A journey to decode
the questions of right,

Confused i walk to find the virtue of rightness,
Suddenly all around me,
Inferences started to fell victim to the darkness,
Mutely emerges this moral song,
Dancing on the ridge of right and wrong,

I fear the fall on the either side,
Not that i fear the pain,
But deep down a realization remain,
The fall will widen the perspective gap,
That it claim,

Considering the cause is in other,
There will not remain a way to uncover,
To uncover what is right or wrong,

Come forth the silence of dusk
To make an effect,
Still myriad dots left disconnect,

From this onus the mind became baffled,
And the poor soul quietly maffled,
How can it be fault of mine?
When my six can easily become your nine.
Bryce Sep 25
Could you dive
From the 29th floor of a building
Into the waters
And survive?
मैले सुसेलेको

धुन मिलेनकि?
संगीत तिमीले बुझेनै?
शैली : अवलोकन
विषय: बेसुरो म
धूम्रपान गर्नुहुन्छ?
अँह
रक्सी पिउनुहुन्छ?
अँह
अनी माछामासु नी?
अँह

सोध्न मन लागेको थियो
अनी रमाइलो कसरि
गर्नु हुन्छ?
शैली : क्लिनिकल प्रयोगात्मक
विषय: मनै त हो
Remember kids, ****** is never the answer. ****** is, of course, the question. And the answer is yes.

Remember kids, if you ever stab someone, punch them where you're gonna stab. They'll think you punched really hard, they won't realised you stabbed them.
A "poem" every day.
To be wherewithal
What buys into heaven
The empty void of beyond
Just God and I
Two pronouns in a life without noun
Every answer, I can not pass to father time
Their life is linear
And my time is endless
I once knew a girl
who looked up at the sky
I asked everyone
but no one knew why

So I asked her "Why
is your gaze in the air?"
She paused for a moment,
then answered with care.

"I feel the answer's
up there in the stars.
Beyond busy streets
clogged up with cars."

"Not astrology or myths.
But our identity.
She left to gaze more,
Her eyes bright and free.
First version: I once knew a girl/Who always looked up in the sky/I talked to everyone/But no one knew why/So I asked her "Why/Is your gaze in the Air?"/"I feel the answer/Is hidden up there./I don't mean astrology,/Or fate as myths define it./I mean the exploration/Of the stars and planets."/She sent me a letter/Many years later./A few simple words/On a slip of paper./"I found my answer."
So we had geography homework,
And also Latin and Maths.
I didn't do any of those.
We had a study hour, so I was copying the Math answers from the answer keys.
Two of my best friends didn't have any books.
I jokingly said; you can do my homework if you want.
They're doing my homework now.
Oh my ******* god.
A "poem" every day.
AsianTapWater Jul 30
What are we?
What is our purpose?
Why do we feed on humans
And **** each other?

Why was I born?
Why am I alive?
Why do I roam and search
For answers to these questions?

Why are all these questions
Left unanswered?
Will they ever be answered?
Or will I spend my days
Walking on hostile territory,
Seeking an answer
That doesn’t exist?

Who am I?
What is my purpose?
Why do I live like humans
And **** my kind?

Why are all these questions
Left unanswered?
Will they ever be answered?
Or will I spend my days
Walking on hostile territory,
Seeking an answer
That doesn’t exist?

This child…
I birthed it,
Yet it is human.
It is mine,
Yet I can’t nurture it.

Shinichi, please,
Take my child
And raise it by human hands.
Teach it to lead a normal life,
Not one plagued by misfortune
Like the life my kind leads.

I recently imitated a human,
Laughing out loud in front of a mirror.

It felt…


Rather pleasant…
A poem based on Tamura Reiko's final monologue in Parasyte -The Maxim-. The last lines (the ones in italics) are her last words before she dies. I was doing a character study earlier today and wanted to write a poem (when do I not, heh). This poem was also a bit of an experiment for me. I wanted to do a sort of song style for this, with two 'verses', a 'chorus', and a 'bridge' (though no chorus after the bridge)
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