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Kashif Riaz Oct 2017
Under the shadow of your ego
Many days have passed
I know you are also missing me there
but not a single word came
Somewhere inside me
Your kinda ego
developing here too
I hate the habit
which we both have
not ready to accept
We love each other
Holey Aug 2017
I don't have motivation to move
There aren't many things I have to lose
Maybe that's my issue
I'm too depressed to leave
and have very little to achieve
I'm stuck in bed with the lights off
with no motivation to move
Finally out of writers block. I missed my little saplings ♥
a
malignant cancer grows inside this test
tube today in longing abundance escaping
with our humanity equally adherent to this
cause of death in ***** where theater
diametrically opposed will cherish it again
with leprosy approx sort of this vacation
that's well in remission with heredity again.
.
A state mapped
Nylee Jul 2017
The bin is full of tissues
One for each issue
And this last one remains in the box
As no tears flows
Feeling alone
Laying forgotten
With nobody known
it needs a tissue too
to solve its issue.
A Wegner Jan 2017
'The biggest problem with communication is that we don’t listen to understand, we listen to respond.'

You trace my bottomless eyes to the pit of my stomach
You stare at the tip of my tongue,
With that sordid tang on it;
Reassure me now,
I am not the cause of it.

Taste, but not too late
The stuff of which
I am made.
Never think
I would clean the bottom
Piety of your sink

Would you hear me?
Muffled in a crowd?
Where my delusions
Of your confusions
Are shrouded

I smell repugnance
And make nothing of it
O the fancies of tongues
Bowed, I make nothing of it
In the crowd I hear your sound
I make nothing of it
My rejoinder blaring loud
You make nothing of it

The boil of the grey water
Murky glasses unclean -
Silent unorderly

I make a run for it.
Bit of a cryptic one, but one of my favourites.
Fear of unknown has viciously grown to tear me apart
Like deadly poison it has engulfed my heart and soul
It has corrupted my wit and intelligence being smart
Rather slowly and gradually it has taken me as a whole

In life this state is often in vogue as a satanic ***** trick
Vice apparently succeeds virtue to be tactful and smart
It takes its abode in heart first to pick and then to *****
At this trial only faith plays a real dominant role as art

Blessed are the ones who refine hearts as abode of God
They even if become victim can easily sneak through
Save me from all embarrassments and give shelter my Lord
Help me graciously to come up and resolve deadly issue  

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Cara May Oct 2016
He loves watching her dancing
in her red dress
with champagne in his hand.
People said he's no good for her
because he loves rock songs
and she loves pop songs.
He is her soul.
She is his trophy.
She loves him on her lonely cold nights
where daddy dancing with other girls.
Destiny Smith Oct 2016
they dance around the issue at hand
like two sparrows around a breadcrumb
and unaware of the cracks in their tiny hearts
they shed their fragile feathers, one by one
until neither of them can fly away
2016
aniket nikhade Sep 2016
The thing will remain the same
Truth will remain as it is,
the same,
it won’t change.

The thing will remain the same
Facts will remain as facts
Facts will remain the same
Facts won’t change.

Need of hour remains the issue
Need of hour needs to be addressed
Over a period of time need of hour will gain all the groud and significant importance
Definitely it’s priorities that matter the most
Priorities come first
Rest will follow later on after priorities are followed,
since priorities are the one that always come first.
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