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Àŧùl Dec 2015
I'm that boy who she wants as her toy,
But alas, I am defective as I'm a man now & not a boy,
So the kid got bored of trying to mould me.

She got bored of listening to wise advice,
Perhaps I was wrong on my part too in the end,
So no use ensuing the blame-game now.

I just accept it now,
I was born defective,
Accident just worsened me.

But if you sit calmly and think of it,
All the injury to my brain can heal,
Not the injury to my heart under a veil.

Broken, assaulted & assassinated,
I am time & again due to my errors,
I don't blame anyone for defects I made.
Of course, she says that she's busy with someone that gives her his full attention.

Well I can't do that sacrificing my career just for some momentary pleasure.

I don't think she'll ever grow up to suit my preferences.

Basic habits of eating, drinking and daily habits are a mismatch.

I am proud of my prose,
But I am not proud for whom it rose.

My HP Poem #940
©Atul Kaushal
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
one
by
one
they
came

no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkn­ess

children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the­
event

in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the­
push
of
labor

~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
­spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
n­ebulae

and
so
the
event

the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepu­scule
evaporate

the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire

the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
bi­lliard
*****

the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
ti­me
is

no

more


^
<      >
\/
and satan whimpers


the universe began with a bang?

it will end with one, too

___
Àŧùl Dec 2015
Such is my next exam on Saturday,
Yes I mean tomorrow.

Yes, extra time I do get for writing,
Because I'm partially disabled.

But even in extra time I barely manage it.

*OFF TO STUDY
My HP Poem #935
©Atul Kaushal
Loveless Dec 2015
When the war of the beasts
Brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss
Her gift everlasting
The first part the six part poem Loveless

The end of the world is brought by duel of the beasts
For me the world is my body
The beasts within me
One evil is one good
From the sky a goddess will fall
With her wings, one light one dark
She would take us to heaven
Along with her gift

Each part have various interpretation

Second part
hellopoetry.com/poem/1496927/loveless-act-i/
Robert Guerrero Dec 2015
Growing up you want to be
Sleeping Beauty's knight
Snow Whites true loves kiss
Cinderella's prince charming
You want to be the reason
She has a happily ever after
Its all ******* fantasies
They never had a lick of truth behind them
False hopes for the young minds
Leading them to believe
Everything goes your way eventually
My happy ever after
Is everybody else's
Happily never ever
I find my solitude in the drugs
**** it all
The real me gets to run free
Carefree, **** it all
All those promises of me quitting
My happiness is in the alcohol
The whiskey of a dragons fire
Soaring down my throat
I want to get so ****** up
I have to look down to find heaven
So this prince of stupidity
Lived happily never ever
Drowning in a pool of his *****
Choking himself in mountains of anger
Always feeling like the last thing
On everyone's mind
Just a nuisance
Saying he loves her
Saying hello to him
It was all pointless to begin
So they lived happily ever after
When he finally shot himself.
Possibly my last poem. Bye.
Trevon Haywood Dec 2015
it's the final month of 2015 and we have to finish strong before it's all over set and done.
We don't have to wait too long because Christmas is 3 weeks away and the new year is coming up soon.
So, be safe and patient until 2015 is officially coming to a beautiful grand end.
And if it works, I'll be pursuing my business next year as one of it's own kind.

Anonymous. 12/1/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.
Ever struggle so much that you find yourself in constant prayer wondering about this whole Jesus and eternal life thing?
John 14:6 "Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
Death

What's in the word that beckons a feeling
of
    upcoming
                      finality
                                to
                             ­        it?

The inevitable demise colossal to our being.
Death shall gather us in a cesspool
of
nothingness

And yes, we are nothing.
Mere mortal creatures
walking in a land of a ticking *time bomb


Our lives have been fashioned with human *trivialities


I
cannot
fathom
what is
unworthy

To give what is just to the D I V I N E

I am afraid, very much afraid.

I can only picture heaven as a paradise in the most surreal
                             thoughts
hopefully better than the Garden of Eden.

What a wishful thinking that it becomes a reality
of happiness and comfort
paving the pursuit towards
the dreams we have yet to fulfill

I want to believe in things bigger
than the grasp of the senses
For I know that I am a mere intelligent being
But
a passionate soul.

I want to think of all the people I have hold close to my heart
That one day...
We'll see each other again...
smiling and ever so joyful

here lies the x that marks the spot
bodies that have walked the face of the Earth
were left with smiles and shall never rot
Morgan Floyd Oct 2015
My mind a porcelain sculpture
the hollow inside containing all my thoughts
A gentle hand created its unique structure
every fine detail expresses strong emotion
My mind, a lovely work of art
beauty at its finest, with one exception
Thoughts, questions, memories, dreams all
may be formed inside, but can never leave
No big deal right? it's not as lovely as it seems
I'm forced to remember...everything...
every nightmare, every cut, every time I was hurt
It creates a piercing pain
making me wish I knew nothing
with every moment my lungs fill, every heart beat
the more it aches
My mind, crafted from porcelain, fragile yet strong
All I ask is for it to stop
I know what to do, to destroy what it makes
I write my final letter, knowing what i'm about to do will be a memory that i'll never forget.
Laying upon the bathroom floor
I cry in pain
screaming for the thoughts to leave me be.
As tears flood from my eyes
I press the cold metal of the gun to my head
I clench my fingers, pulling the trigger
The bullet rushes out shattering my mind
I am free and in the moment I feel no regret
My world now forever dead, and black
nothing else matters
and even if I were to come across regret
oh well... I can't go back.
Marissa Kohlman Sep 2015
My palms are getting sweaty
My heart begins to pound
I’m running down the hallway
Strange faces all around
In my hand’s a crumpled schedule
I can’t read it anyway
Where is that freaking classroom?!
The final is today!!
Another recurring dream of mine.  I graduated from college in 2004 and still have nightmares about missing tests or losing my class schedule!  This is the final poem in my "What Dreams May Come" writing challenge.  Thank you to all who participated!
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