First times always count.
the first time you hear
the first time you sing
the first time you swing
the first time you kill
in the name of love.
the first time you steal
out of hunger.
the first time you do
to escape how you’ve been
the first time you kiss
lips so gently
that the moment lasts
inside your head
the first time she says
and the countless other times
how it always feels like the first
time you hear it being said.
the first time you fall apart
on the bathroom floor
growling out of the pain in your
I don’t know, I couldn’t pinpoint
the first time she threw a breath
in front of your face
and made breathing it after her
feel like the last.
the first time you lose your shit
about how miserable your life is.
the first time you get drunk.
the first time you remember her name
or it gets accidentally thrown
in a conversation, and you rage
because it’s not said the way it should
have been said.
the first time you punch someone just because
you feel like it.
the first time she forgets
an important date.
the first time she sang to you
the first time she made you feel better
after a long day at work.
the first time she made you coffee
and the first time you talked to her
about how your day went.
the first time you accidentally said “I love you.”
although it wasn’t meant.
the first time you made me ascend.
the first time you shed blood from yourself
just so somebody else could
continue to live.
the first time eyes made sense.
the first thing you fell in love with.
the first time her eyes spoke.
the first time
will always make
the other times
with other people
feel like slumps.
of unweighed rage
makes tectonic plates
of the tidal wave pales
compared to human wanting.
The prickle of the lie stings
but oft the truth is pure poison:
the cry of the stricken dog
echoes the anguish of
of human thought
As the soldier rides to battle
we forget his wounded equine cattle.
In the name of religion
In the name of a god
Why killing of innocents?
Why keeping of hostages?
Why such an ill feel of hatred?
Not just the recent Paris news
But this terrorist epidemic
Has widespread this earth
It seems there is more provokative acts
Then finding a cure to such martyrs
Scientists have found cures of many diseases
Yet when will this terrorist disease get cured
Assurances of innocent lives
Men, women, children all victims
Of such horrific crimes
Most slashed with knives
How does a prayer help?
Which god listens and acts?
Who has poisoned these peoples mind?
Now every breaking news hails on terrorism
Is there ever going to be peace?
Will there be smiles on sad faces again?
As I sit back to watch and read the news around
Am a bit glad am not in such surround
I do wish for the killings to stop
I do wish that people don't take a religion to act
As no god would appreciate innocent blood at their feet
Hundreds of lives lost
Blood, just blood and screams everywhere
I have seen in Syria, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq, Paris to name a few!
It was just settling on the missing plane news
And here racks on another news
Controlled by several tycoon bodies
This life is not permanent
We all know that
Then, why kill to radiate the human race?
Why poison innocent mind to act like war machines?
What achievement do they get?
Do they not feel the pain?
What are they blinded upon?
Have they taken out double meaning from religious faith?
I am no one to point a finger on any religion
But it surely sounds wrong when innocent killing is involved
Has some mad scientists developed an invisible airborne drug
Turning men against men
Religion against religion
No remorse after killing
But become terrorist with hatred feeling...
The Social Boundaries that we erect
Might protect us from getting hurt emotionally,
And enable us to continue practicing
Our Extreme Individualism,
But they won't protect us
From getting murdered,
When a Las Vegas sniper
Brings more luggage than normal to his room,
The hotel clerks just think,
"He must be here for a long stay."
No one suspects
That he's about to commit
Why do "they"
Always want to control sexuality?
Why are "they"
Always so threatened
When some people
Want to control the the proliferation
Of firearms and other deadly weapons,
"They're" more threatened
By the exposure of feminine breasts
Than of being mowed down
In a Massacre?
No one loves you.
I know. Funny, isn't it?
Yep, I know that too.
You're so ugly and fat.
Don't you have any original material?
You're disgusting and worthless.
Wow, that's news to me. Not.
Your boyfriend hates you.
So what if he does? I still love him.
Your dad doesn't love you.
Great. I don't care.
Yes, you do.
...What did you say?
I know you. I know you care about all of this.
You just pretend you don't. But I know the truth.
Ooo... I've hit a hard spot, haven't I?
Hah! Didn't I tell you? I'll always find your
Weak spots. And you're full of them.
No, I'm not. You're lying.
You're the liar. And you know it.
No. Shut up. Go Away.
I'll never go away. Tell you what though.
You slit your wrists and we'll both be gone.
Why? You know you want to. It'll be fun, c'mon.
No. I promised I wouldn't.
People break promises all the time.
No big deal. Just do it.
No! I said no!
Oh shut up, bitch.
You're one to talk.
You don't even have the balls to do it.
I do have the balls, I'm just choosing not to.
Right. I totally believe you.
Now shut up and go away.
Okay, okay, fine. But remember that nightmare?
The one of your boyfriend dying?
Before I go, I'm going to tell you all about it.
In beautifully vivid detail. It's gonna be so much fun.
Remember how he was lying on the ground...
Oh you came while am sad,
It's beautiful ; first lemme love you back ,
It's okay you don't have to be sorry about it ,
I'll be all right,
Lighting up candles in the room full of darkness of sin ,
You say what you how was your day ,
Sit down talk me you'll feel better for sure ; what you say ,
No am not lying does it look like I am,
May be because there are hundreds of things going underneath this warm man,
Have you heard about that fact ,
The person who keeps his feelings personal priorities at last ,
One who lands up getting everything messed up ,
Got devastated from inside & lands up hard on the roof of rust ,
And get the infection which is a slow poison,
Aah leave it you will be bored ;why is it so cold here ,
What is it ohh; it's the winter season .