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Mozalios Aug 2016
A city stained with the blood of the innocent, it cries out, never give in, stay one and strong.
Circling above they hear your calls, leading the way for the lost.
The shade of black, the bright of white, are the makeup of your face, to mask the pain, the symbol of retribution.
If it had to be done all over again I would die for you all over. Saying you’d do the same in return is something I can never accept for I would rather take my last breath so you can take them all tomorrow.
I never had the chance to say goodbye, nor the chance to say hello again. The crow cried out, taking me away for the vengeance I had to pay.
My mind rewinds, reliving the moments I’ve shared with you, it’s the crows doing in order to strengthen me by reliving all the pain, and I just want it to go away.
My body can heal but my mind is in constant decay.
The blood stained visions I watched them take you away, scarring my soul gave the call of the crow hurry carry me away, so that I may return.
It can’t rain all the time but only if it did it can wash the sins of the world away
Mozalios Aug 2016
My grave, shallow and empty, I’ve returned to a world lost without you, seeking revenge so that one day our souls can mend.
The black bird is my guiding light towards you, all the memories good and bad are what keep me moving towards you.
Your beautiful face instilled within my mind making me realize that you’re the reason I’ m here, the reason I lived and the reason I died. I said forever, and I meant it, my hallow body is now walking proof.
My flesh wounds heal, but the damage to my heart can never be fixed for you were taken away from me. I always told you that I love you but I don’t think I could ever have said it enough to make you even come close to understanding how much.
My body is driven by your soul. I’ll never give in to the demons that haunt this world. The black bird gave us a second chance to make things right, it’s about time I finish what I was sent to do for me and you, to be together for that forever, for my eyes are the crows.
Mozalios Aug 2016
He must put away his fake identity and become what others fear
To take away what criminals hold dear
The comfort of a mask to hide the anger and the pain
The memory of a night that will forever remain
A desperate criminal and a pointed gun
BANG! Down goes one
BANG! A second one
Blood shed tears leave a little boy stranded and alone
On his knees stunned, his parents gunned by the desperate one
Things took a wrong turn, now all the happiness is burned
Through the tears streaming down young Bruce Wayne’s face.
The young boy now a man won’t forget his promise
A life of pain is all he’s really known
He now feels the darkness is his only home
Criminals beware you will know his despair
He is the protection for a city covered with scars ones that only he can heal
When darkness falls means the Dark Knight Rises
JR Falk Jun 2016
You saved me.
You didn't need a mask to do so.
Yet when I see your eyes after a long day of crime
I see the pain you bear inside.
I will always kiss your pain away, baby.
And even though I'll never know the New York City skyline quite like you do,
I'll always stay nearby.
You don't need a web to keep me stuck on you.
Instead I'll try to keep your chin up until you finally can rest.
It might not be much, just know I'm doing my best.
I'm no hero myself, but I know I'm handling this the best I can,
and when you lay down beside me at the end of the night,
I'll kiss you.
I'll show you the tenderness you so desperately need, whether you admit it or not.
The scars on your body are the scars on my heart,
and I'll share your pain.
You are not doing this alone.
It is hard, but I am trying.
And I always will.
I'm not quite sure someone else could do this,
it's hard, I admit it.
But I'll always be here.
Partners in crime until the end of time.
What can I say?
Face it, tiger...
you just hit the jackpot.
12:27pm
6/7/2016

I might've tried a little too hard, but what can ya do when you're in love with spidey?
Ambika Jois Apr 2016
Be my siren.
Give me another chance.
Kiss me now,
My emotions will enhance.

I feel broken
Without your presence.
My heart is weighing more.
I need you, not silence.

You equals me.
Me equals you.
My soul pauses
Just to think of you.

This life is wasted,
Just like the others too.
Come, be my siren.
I will always, always be with you.
In Greek mythology, Sirens were dangerous yet beautiful creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.
Lament: A passionate expression of grief or sorrow.

I wrote this poem inspired by a recent come by of a web comic (LINE WebToon) by the title ‘Siren’s Lament’, exquisitely created and illustrated by Mingso (Miso aka InstantMisoSoup) accompanied by beautiful background music by Kenny (KennyComics). I was very touched by the illustrations that portrayed the heartbreaking one-sided love story between two friends. The saying,”It’s hard to admit when you have fallen in love with someone who can’t be yours.” is pretty much the best way to describe the sentiment behind this comic story as I’ve read it so far. Not to mention how Kenny’s simple piano music to accompany this beautiful and strong emotion reaches my heart and settles deep within my very marrow. I dedicate this poem to Mingso and Kenny for capturing my mind with your talent and art, my new friend Anushri Praveen for introducing me to the comic ‘Siren’s Lament’ and for getting me to start reading something again, and my best friend Sutha Bala for being supportive, encouraging and for believing in me.
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Eliot York,
I want you to read this,
Quite stark,
This queer query is.
I wonder oh I wonder,
Just why it is called so,
Why is it so named?
Why is it named Hell O'Poetry,
When the Heaven O'Poetry it is?
Such a paradoxical name it has,
Contrary to its reality the name is,
We enjoy every bit on this Heaven.
Just kidding.

My HP Poem #1033
©Atul Kaushal
What else generates laughs
It's what comes of sadness,
It would be funny
If it were not sad.

What is most impressive
It's what everyone already knows,
It would be funny
If it were not sad.

What most distresses people
Are the consequences of love,
It would be funny
If it were not sad.

What generates more income for poets
Are the tragedies reports
Plucking joy of sad people,
It would be funny
If it were not a Poem.
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I have been reading genetics,
Even as a part of my course,
Apart from my dear hobby.

I have got this scientific temper,
Of course I got it all genetically,
From both mommy 'nd daddy.

Genetics define my autosomes,
Even my other chromosomes,
Which gave me my gender.

I am an Aryan-Dravidian born,
With a fantastic genetic base,
Variation is a genetic boon.

My father tells me to marry farther,
Continuing the ancient tradition,
A tradition that imparts finesse.
My great-great grandfather married a Sindhi lady.
My great grandfather married a Gujarati lady.
My grandfather married a Punjabi lady.
My father married a Kannada lady.

I guess that I should marry someone not from this planet!!!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Just kidding, I don't actually know who I would actually marry if I ever marry at all - love has always disappointed me.

My HP Poem #962
©Atul Kaushal
Kenna Marie Aug 2015
A tumbleweed, floating through the vacant desert.
A comic scene for those in silence.
A disastrous nightmare to those behind a big dream.
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