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Bohemian Feb 2019
Eight steps away,he stood,
Amidst the smoke, he smoked.
His veins popped Green,
Over his wheat like skin.
I place the hand beneath my chin,
Metaphorizing his apparent age to mine.
Remember those delighted little girls,
Tossed,tickled and furled.
Their young adult neighbours,
Perquisitely whom the dolls favour.
The gaze that they give at them,
From beneath with heads up and a long stare...
Those cigarettes make me rhapsody
Shadow Dragon Oct 2018
Love bites
for the dark
intertwining with the pure.
Forgive me for I have sinned.
bruised touches
that rock back
and forth.

Save the innocent
or let them feed on unholy blood.
Let them taste metal
in the finest state.
Let them lick off
any left overs
that are both sweet and wet.

Turn them around,
show them new paths
that they can learn to love.
It's not life that deserves love
it's the after thought.
It's the mellow dark
that tinkles and pounds the heart.

Let yourself go,
and show others to do so.
Bite down,
caress and kiss
the mother of death.
For she has risen
and shown a way.

I let you in on my secret.
I told you half spoken truths
that twist with lies.
Because a broken doll
plays pretty until she falls
or drowns for that matter.
Only seven to go, what do you know?
most of us don't get enough sleep
we're deprived of its good boon
the right amount is eight hours deep
then work days will beam of moon

we're deprived of its good boon
by not jumping under the quilt
then work days will beam of moon
at times we appear to wilt

by not jumping under the quilt
everyone of us are worn out
at times we appear to wilt
which isn't a super tale of spout

everyone of us are worn out
because we lack adequate rest
which isn't a super tale of spout
so to slumber long would be best

because we lack adequate rest
functioning can go on the blink
so to slumber long would be best
as we'll feel fresher in wink

functioning can go on the blink
the right amount is eight hours deep
as we'll feel fresher in wink
most of us don't get enough sleep
Pyrrha Jul 2018
All it takes to make a day is
Eight letters
All it takes to break a heart is
Eight letters

I love you
They say to capture you
I love you
They say to break you

We’re over they whisper
When they are done with you
We’re over they say
When they've replaced you

Can you believe it only took
Eight letters to hurt you?
Older poem of mine
Sho Victoria Apr 2018
it all happened before
the clock strikes eight.
when i fell in love again
with my woman, with my mate.

a silent promise to offer
everything i could state.
as we watched the stars
lining up to write our fate.

it all happened before
the clock strikes the twentieth
of the day, when the lips
of our bottles toast and met.

with just one look
at her eyes beneath her hair,
over and over again,
i was swept.

found myself falling
harder and deeper
from her laugh, from her smile
as if we have none of tomorrow’s left.


SNPV | 18:01:03:19:48
January 3. Cubao. I fell in love with my woman. Again. And over again.
Mane Omsy Apr 2018
Till her scream faded
Inside the temple walls
She had cried o'er a week
And she tried to get help
They came and *****
Tore her cloths off
And never came kindness
She was mere eight
Yet they tore her apart
She was choked
Beaten to death
After they satisfied themselves

Her body was dropped
On the side of the road
Bribery shut the cops
They never talked about it
Let the days fade the scent

Did they ever know?
The world would know the truth
And when it does
It'd be their doom
RIP Asifa
Justice for Asifa
...
Her screams weren’t heard outside the temple. For more than a week they abused her, tortured her and ***** her, violently. Still the authorities failed to save this little young girl from Jammu Kashmir. She didn’t survive. They choked her to death. There was still an inch of life left in her before they cracked her head with a rock. There were several ‘beasts’ who ***** this poor little eight year old Asifa. They are still breathing the fresh air over there. They are walking freely like they have served their religion. But, unfortunately, they ought to be hanged even if the constitution of India save its words for consolidation and mess it up again for the safety of women in India.
This was never about the girl. They hated the religion her parents were devoted to. They wanted to show how cruel they can be if they still stay in this country. This country will never achieve to be a democratic, social nation until the illiterate leaders on the top of the seats get the hell out of there. No more partialities, no more violence, no more religious troubles. We expected it to be a great country while the new prime minister won out of promises he can’t keep. When will it ever be a country without racism and cast partialities?
The convicts must be hanged. In fact, the ones who tried to cover the story should also be put in trial. They must be punished at least with a life sentence. This horrifying incident that occurred a month ago was buried under by the one and only authority who were supposed to arrest these pathetic *******. The police were bribed. But that wouldn’t have stopped them from arresting them if it was their baby girl. Enough with mercy, they must not walk on this soil unless the country is filthy enough to bear their actions.
What are the aftermaths of this terrible ******? If it was a ****** that could be hidden by the skilful media now-a-days, it could’ve been easy for them to walk away from the court. This little innocence was destroyed when they pierced through her private parts with their vicious filth. Not only they kept her captive inside the temple, they starved her until she lost the energy to scream later when they constantly used her to fulfil their thirst. Her face will never be forgotten from the minds that has a little amount of humanity.
We mourn her death and must avenge her against the weak Indian laws which give more importance to wealth and power. Laws must change. More security and extreme punishments for those who neglect certain laws meant to protect the citizens of India.
AH Jan 2018
There are different people
living in
one soul.
They know they
need to share
if they want to live their
separate
lives
but
they all still have one of their own.
One.
can't stop breaking her heart.
Two.
can't feel empathy or pain.
Three.
can't deal with reality.
Four.
thinks we're all insane.
Sometimes
they battle
for dominance.
There are some
I know will always lose.
There are ones
that would perish without the
other.
There are some
that never cease their fire.
and others
that drift about unknown.
Five.
Thinks nobody else can judge her.
Six.
Thinks she's suffering alone.
Seven.
Is afraid of society,
and she needs Five
because she's brittle as bone.
Eight.
knows she's ******* crazy
and that she'll
never
be
left
alone.
Thought from Eight.
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