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C Jul 2015
i find myself thinking of you before bed,
because if i can't see you when i'm awake,
at least i can see you while i'm asleep,
but when i wake,
i find myself wiping away tears with my *******,
because i'm so confused,
lost,
and curious.
curiosity killed the cat,
this i know,
but satisfaction brought it back.
i wish you would bring me back with satisfaction.
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Making me sing daily for her,
F
ar used to be the sorrows,
Ma
ddening was my love,
Mad
e** her feel special..

Me singing & writing poetry,
Separately for her was regular...

For her I will improve myself,
Testing my capabilities I am,
Reeling the love I kindle inside,
***ling I'm my hard outer shell..

Companion of mine is perfect,
Together we gelled just so well,
Tomorrow seems very golden,
Grappling with all the troubles,
Challenging time with my effort,
Focused were all my techniques,
Graduating in the field of love,
Completed seemed my jigsaw.
My HP Poem #849
©Atul Kaushal
Shadow Knight Apr 2015
If I killed myself tonight, the stars would
Still appear, the sun would still come
Out, the earth would still rotate, the
Seasons would still change ... So why not?
I do not own this.
Àŧùl Apr 2015
A three-year-old boy in Cleveland,
Himself a very young little kid,
Shot a baby dead on Sunday night.

The bullet hit in the face of the baby,
Then it was rushed to a hospital,
But was pronounced brought dead.

Who is to be blamed now?
The kid toying with the gun??
Or the irresponsible parents???

I think it is the society's fault,
Needless are the guns in homes,
Shouldn't the society repair itself?

But are the blames enough now?
Can blaming bring the baby back to life?
No. A big NO!
Very saddened by reading this appalling piece of news in today's newspaper.

Profit is to be made, agreed.
But at this cost??

Gun laws need to be made extremely stringent & strict everywhere to avoid any such incidents again in future.

Guns are needless tools of hatred.

My HP Poem #836
©Atul Kaushal
Audrey Cave Mar 2015
The sweetness of honey.
The coolness of breeze.
The death in your eyes
Doesn't scare me.
The bright light is gone.
Its dark in the skys.
The scar on your face.
The black gloomy night .
I'm here now and then.
The blood in your hand.
The light in the dark
Has gone back to dim.
And now that you know
That one life is gone.
You turn and you flee.
Your mission is done.
Modern Serenity Mar 2015
Lately I feel like I've run out of inspiration
I'm left with nothing but humiliation
Normally I had ideas and it would flow
now I have nothing, not evens a thought to show
Forgiveness,
I killed a planet today
Not really
Pinky
Promise
You'll never know.
Life flew by in the blink of an eye
That is, my life with you
4 months or 4 seconds
I can no longer tell the difference

Tick tock

1 Mississippi
I'm entranced by your eyes
Writing poems of melted chocolate
Does my name fit with yours
How perfect our life will be

Tick tock

2 Mississippi
I've never felt the way I feel
When you look at me that way
Like I'm a fish, on a rod that you reel
I could never leave your side
And you could never leave mine
But I'm afraid
Scared to death
Of what the future will bring
You say to trust you but I just don't know how, but I'm ready to open to you

Tick tock

3 Mississippi
You get better everyday
It's all down hill from the first kiss they say
But to me that was a bold faced lie
You're arms wrap around me
Filling a gap I never knew was there
No longer do I fear
You are me
And I am you

Tick tock

4 Mississippi
We are getting so close
Ready to be soul mates
But as the milliseconds tick by
It's starts to open my eye
When you say this
I say that
Maybe we aren't that right
Suddenly
You hugging me
Doesn't feel the way that
It should be
And as the clock strikes four seconds
Our life is over
Because I cut it, ended it
And wether it be our life or yours
It seems all the same
Since I feel like I'm standing now
Over the body of the boy I killed

Tick tock
Goes the broken clock

5 Mississippi
The rest of the world
Counts on
As I lay
Broken
Haunted by your endless echo
Why?
Yet deep down
I know one things true
We were never a five second thing
Please comment I would love to hear interpretations or any comments you have in general.
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