Recoil. And recoil fast. She was of simple taste so He shattered her veiny lungs with his spit almost effortlessly. Under his weight she was stunted, her limbs frozen by the constant of his blarring audioporn. At every touch she had to brace herself for his embrace.
Tears for clouds Snow from eyes And shines Oh the outpouring of light in your luminous eye And your mind, your mind Like a scintillating star in the night sky I blink And like a shot like in the dark You pass me by Quicker than the realization of time and light combined
A different pathway through life I now do walked heading of In a different direction from to were It will I'm not really sure Life much changed from a year ago when my darling was still with me a once life change so quick gone In the blink of an eye The pathway to were I now walk upon haven't a clue to were It may lead that of If cause If anywhere at all so strange how life can change so fast
Life can change so fast turn one life upside down not knowing which way to turn
May be one day He doesn’t need to fast May be one day We know his worth May be one day We will realize why he is different May be one day We will join hands May be one day
May be one day It will not be too late May be one day We don't have to regret
Genre: Observational Theme: Catalyst Of Change. What drives someone to the limit where we never dream of? In solidarity to Dr. Govinda K.C. who never give up to change the health system of Nepal. It's 16th hunger strike in a count. Why do one fasts, when we are so hungry?
It’s little more than a quiet thought. The impending feeling that the loneliness was a creation of my own imploding self-conscious. I wouldn’t have hurt you voluntarily, so what outside force could know my mind so well?
It’s little more than a spoken word. The rumble of the oncoming storm could be felt from as close as 1.6 miles away, where the darkness of your room invaded the not-so secret spots of your heart.
I’m prone, to the truth in your words. I’m not used to the idea of confronting my thoughts And sorting them out to you. Is it that I spoke wrong words? Or I stopped before they meant anything? You mean so much, and now you are out of my reach.
I did the first two stanzas and Austin did the third. I really like it, it's the first poetry collaboration I've done. ***