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Wishful thoughts float inside a pretty melody
Sullen voices pour the silky wine for me
This darken red fills me
And your absence will drown me

The stool in which I sit
Has a deep impression
As if my *** were made for it
The feel of my glass is wet
As my breast is set
heaving with regret

Have you ever felt my sorrow?
Has someone ever broken what was borrowed?
Holding clutching then crushing
A delicate flower

This hollow withers still
No matter how much wine I fill
No matter how many tears are spilt
No matter really, if time can heal

Because agian this feel will rise
Above the sunny beauty of life
Its burrowed in deep
Depriving of sleep
Holding and clutching then claiming
My keep

If I see you again, with hope in your face
If we pass by, the same little place
Please remember our laughs and forget the mistakes
For my hallowling heart needs
to mend from its breaks
Heartbreaks, cut deep
Demons Jul 2018
“See you tomorrow, Buddy!”

Love, Dad
If you’re a little confused, the father leaves and tells his son that he’ll see him tomorrow... I’m sure you can figure out the rest.
Demons Jul 2018
My
         Head

   Constantly
Spins
       When
  I’m
Thinking
Of

You.
;(
Payton Apr 2018
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
Every thought, every memory, I dread.
Why did it end up this way?
Everything that has happened is not okay.
Why can't everything go back to the way they used to be?
I miss everything we had, don't you see?
I miss talking to you day and night.
Now, I'm wondering if we're going to be alright.
How come we drifted so far apart?
Can't you see what it's doing to my heart?
I'm the only one who cries myself to sleep.
Everything about us, I wish I could keep.
But everything between us just isn't the same,
and you're the only one to blame.
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.
val Apr 2018
I dont understand how I am living in a world that is not yours
I hope we can meet each other one day
we can get to see ourselves with our own eyes
and we can finally

finally

break the distance
Tash Mar 2018
I'm amazed at the fact of how much I am still welling to prolong my hope and wait for you
when you clearly don't give a dime about me

I'm amazed at how much I brush my feelings away for you
In hope that you won't fall for someone else and give us a chance aleast

I'm amazed at how I couldn't stand you
yet here I am day and night dreaming of the two of us together.
And yet I can't even get the courage to say hey hi, while you're just a message away from me.

I'm amazed at how much I think I know you while I don't even know your second name to say the least.
I'm amazed at how much my heart beats uncontrollably for a guy that might not even care if I exist.

I know I might have done you wrong but I didn't go looking for all these feelings that have emotionally blinded me.
I didn't go looking for all these feelings that causes me to be someone I'm not comfortable with
And I didn't go looking for these feelings that makes me pray for you day in and out without any reason.

I'm amazed that I'm still habouring all this while I try so deep and hard to think of why I desperately love you...
Abby Jo Mar 2018
She took another sip of her fine feathered drink
I don't think this is a learned behavior
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Blank stares following her body sways
Making mountains out of molehills
I take an attempt to persuade her to address the issue
Only leaves a temporary result to get us off her back
The weight on her back transfers to mine
All eyes on me to intervene again
Though my shell is hard, my inside is not
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