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the door creeks


"Ah, I've been waiting it for weeks."


"It's surely the Reaper, the final undertaker."


waiting for nothing


"Maybe, he has another job. The door creeked, but he sent one of his helldog to do the job."


the void avoids my thoughts


"Hellhound or a fluffy bunny, stop me feeling so moody."


"Somebody, take my thoughts and take me voice. Not to feel more sore."


waiting


creeking
28.08.2018
the more you're attached to your narration of life,
the more you are missing the comprehension;
which indeed can't ever be contained or explained.
we are the derivative of energies and ****** up chunk of proteins, which doesn't want to be a part of anything else but you. '

you're the biggest cover to keep and you're the biggest secret to reveal, to not the very world but very self of yours.'
that's the fixture you do with narration, you never hold it; you give up on it but what you can learn is the comprehension.
Karol Apr 2
Let me tell you about him
He is so temptingly gorgeous
I linger to stay in his arms

Let me sing about his voice
A chorus about the way he’s laughter brights the whole room

I can even write a poem about his scorching brown eyes
An own verse  for that smile that can melt the moon and bring the sun to his feet

We can talk about the dreamy boy that might be a illusion
You can only touch for a moment cause it will disappear
Something you taste once and then never again
A pleasure of heaven life gives you for a instant

If it wasn’t for my letters he will fade in time
But it will be a sin not to give the privilege of eternity to such a pretty soul
“I’m in love with Tyler Durden.Thats why this **** ain’t never working for me,I’m in love with a fantasy”
सुनाताहु मे अब, एक घरकी कहानी —२
जिन्दगीने किया, कैसे छेड्खानी

हस्ता, चेहरा हे उसका, दिलमे दर्द हे पुरानी
लगाहे आग मनमे, कोइतो पिलाव थोडा पानी
प्यार देकर बढ्ता हे , कभी कम नही होता
दर्द सुनाकर दिल रोता हे, आसुव का दासता —२

सुनाताहु मे अब, एक घरकी कहानी
जिन्दगीने किया, कैसे छेड्खानी

ऋतु आएँ, अाँख आगे, नआया, उसके अपने
नइ पत्ते, लगा पेढँपे, नआया, उसमे मौसमे
खुशी कोइ रंगमे नही आता हरघडी सामने
बन्द किए पल्कँे, उघरते नही सुनके बात, प्यारके —२

सुनाताहु मे अब एक घरकी कहानी
जिन्दगीने किया कैसे छेड्खानी
Genre: Gazal
Theme: Story Of Pain || Narration
Anya Oct 2018
Category 2,
not too bad...
Swirling, whirling
Pounding, hounding
Rolling, Spinning
But
Manageable

Category 3...
Freight train,
coming from every direction
Major, but nothing new

Just an hour
Hold on,
We'll pull through

Pressure suddenly
DROPPING
Ears constantly
POPPING

Category 4,
...
Too late
My father's sharp
Breath

Pieces of homes
ripped off like flakes of skin
Leaving the ground barren
Only the bear bones
possibly remaining
Till they too,
are forcefully wrenched
apart,

A majestic structure,
now reduced
simply,
to *******

Mother nature
hurling trees
in her
wrath

All-
...
Gone,
in
a
matter
...
of seconds

The roar
mirroring the one,
in my head-telling me to
get
Get OUT
NOW

The world...
a symphony
of rage, ferocity, passion
Violent reds,
splotches of
orange and fuchsia
That,
I unfortunately,
seem
trapped within
As the clashes and roars
Waves and cutting wind
Swirl around me, I wonder,
is this,
what an insect feels like,
stuck in a washing machine?

Come to bed,
my father calls
I go,
reluctantly,
to the pillows and covers
that should be warm and soft,
but to my touch,
appear frigid
stiff

My eyeballs
practically popping
until at
some unknown time,
they shut
and I
SINK
Sink
sink

...

...

Sunlight streams in,
A dream?
Perhaps...
Possibly...
Maybe...
Oh, if only...

Unable to contain the hope,
I leap up to my window-      And freeze

Debris-
not trees,
not homes,
not anything
Just a mass of objects rendered useless and stamped with the label of
-DEBRIS
...
My father says,
No more running water

My neighbor's little blue
shed,
...
in shambles

Yet,
as I step outside
After what seems,
like a long arduous battle
I was an unlucky
Bystander
caught in the middle
of

Yet,
Despite the
churning feeling
in my stomach          The broken battered *******,
the ruined property       The, miserableness
Of the situation

But then again...
As my father,
fervently
prays
praises
Thanks the Lord
...
My mind,
is blown away
As I stand,
In awe
as my eyes take in the majesty
of those few,
solitary,
hundred year old houses
...
still standing
To clarify-I was not in hurricane Michael, this is only my attempts at imagining what happened coupled with you-tube videos.
Anya Oct 2018
I just realized,
I have a painting of
A pineapple
In my room
Made by
Yours truly

I have a pineapple
Hat bought on a whim
At Walmart
Last year

I have a newly bought
Pineapple
Backpack
Because of
The sheer
Randomness

I nearly googled pineapple
I used to watch Sponge Bob
(For those of you who don’t know, he lives in a pineapple)
...
...
...
I don’t even eat pineapples that much
...
...
What’s going on?
...
I think multiple
Sets of coincidences
Became a serious
Thing
..
.
..
But I don’t have a pineapple obsession!
.........
......
...
Do I?
Possible weird, mildly worrying obsession of your own? Feel free to comment!
Anya Sep 2018
I'm not saying
that this is how it is
But,
In all my years of school
the one thing I've been taught
Again
and
Again
...
is the American Revolutionary war

Which makes sense
since,
it was technically the official formation
of the country I currently live in

But really,
In 10th grade
I'm having deja-vu back
to fourth grade
when we even had a musical
about it
(I was student #2 by the way)

And now
we have the Broadway musical Alexander Hamilton
which,
I am TOTALLY a fan of
Despite
the numerous reoccurring themes
I've had stuck in my face
enough to remember
for the
rest
of
my
lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
...
Okaaay,
So, Revolutionary War:
...
...
...
AftertheFrenchandIndianwarBritianwasindebtsothey­triedtaxingthecollonieswhichthecolloniesweretotallyagainst.Miscom­munication(allthewayacrossthesea)alongwithotherthingsincludingphr­asessuchas"notaxationwithoutrepresentation"werethrownaround.Event­uallyitjustblewupintotheactualwarwhichAmericaendedupwinningdespit­eBritain'ssuperiorarmyandinthenAmericawasleftwithamessofstatestan­ddisagreeablefoundingfatherstocometoaconsensusandfiguresomethingo­ut.

Okay, I don't know if you actually
got anything from that
but basically
it was a rushed (sort of) summaryish
of the American Revolutionary war
...
ish.

Well, I mean I've only learned
about it from one side

Anyway, by now I almost know the facts
we learn in school here
as well
as the back of my hand
...
which I don't know very well by the way
why do people even use that?

Anyway, it's not completely old material
that we're learning
because
now,
there's analyzing too

Just today we analyzed the differences
between
Federalists
and Anti-federalists
...
Okay,
you probably don't want the
nitty-gritty details
...
And that concludes my
(Strange)
tirade/(I can't really call it a tirade because it wasn't angry
so maybe narration?)
About history class
...
Hope this quirky
piece of writing
gave you a few smiles!

(Or if not confusion works too.)
In all honesty I started this as a valid poem but my strange mood made it spiral seriously off track.
Jeevan Nov 2017
This padded snow is seeping in.
My breath is hard and rash.
This girl has made a fool of me,
the fight was just a flash.
A glint of silver is what I see,
I move on intuition.
Perhaps I can get her to agree,
surrender as admonition.
But incendiary eyes,
are what comprise,
her unmitigated fury.
Her weapon whips,
through air and sky,
personifying her jury.
She missteps, and I imply,
gently, with my compound's eye,
the meaning of my words.

Iron chafes the ground of grass.
Her body shifts with fluent ease.
Reverent speed I can't surpass.
Her saber, bringing death's disease.

But...

She contemplates all that I've said.
My eyes are locked on savory skies.
Life and death are on a thread.
Her maxim's pact she can't defy.

My steadied hand can take the risk,
with no regard for identity,
of moving blades, as I am frisked.
Another piece of my weaponry.
Assassins grace will carry through.
Perhaps to be my remedy.
Her hidden blade makes its debut.
Restoring lost integrity.

Silence permeates rotten skies, as snow flakes hit the earth.
My limbs are feeling ragged, my breathing is overt.
Calamity is added, by the blush she can't desert.
I wrote this based on a picture which depicted the end of a brief fight between a human and an elf in a fantasy setting.
We went out that Friday night and that surly man, we got into a fight,

Over our life and our beliefs…

When we got home you were so upset, the things he had said they made you fret, and you weren’t sure, maybe he was right, maybe there’s no god, no heavenly life,

And so I held you, as you cried…

Do you remember what I said to you? That I would prove him wrong, prove that our faith is true,

One day af-ter I’d died?

Here we are on my last day and everyone is sad but they shouldn’t be, and after the rights and eulogy,  

Just remember what we had…

For I am with him here right now, and he is standing next to me, and this holy place you would not believe,

But if you saw it you’d be glad…

It is not the end for you and me, or my sweet children and extended family, one day in light you’ll be coming back to me,

And I’ll remember what we had…

There’s a father here, there’s a trinity, a heavenly place, that you will see, so you can dry your tears my baby, in light you shall come back to me,

And everything in that book you knew, you will find out that it was true, and I’ll be waiting like the open arms of the band of stars with a Milky heart, and everything we ever knew, baby, I am still in love with you.

And that flock of blackbirds that flew right past, turned around and landed, ate-up the seed for the grass, right after you had lain that drove you mad, made you insane,

And that owl last night that hooted loud, he wouldn’t let you sleep but you did somehow, and how our favorite song was on the radio with the lyrics reinforcing everything we know, the butterfly landing on your arm, the bounty that year on your daddy’s farm, and those rumbling clouds, that coming storm, the hawk at the window standing in the rain who shocked you so that you forgot the pain,

And that windy caress that woke you up, that photo album that had just showed up, and that wedding picture upside down, and your favorite coffee cup turned around?

Baby I will show you he exists, that there’s a life beyond all of this, and no one else will break your heart can you hear the singing cardinal in our yard? And the power outage that made no sense when you asked Jesus for recompense, the neighbor’s who we never knew who gave you their condolences,

And all those quirky things that made no sense, you don’t need to ask him for his recompense, ‘cause Jesus he’s in love you, like I am, I know it’s true.

Because when you die you’re going home, to that place of God’s majestic throne, and no, you’re never truly alone as I am watching over you, our boys and our home,

Now I gave you all a life you see, a way out of the mystery, now don’t you understand?

And I gave you all the best of me, the things that make life great you see, because I had a plan.

For I loved you more than life itself and gave up my own and my health, but our god would sure agree,

That I did what’s right by my family, my wife and kids, like Noah’s three, though Jesus had a hand.

And when I died you had all there could be, and my lovely wife you cried so happily, and he was waiting there for me, no gates, no questions; just a man.

Down there you call him the glorious Christ, yet up here they feel that name ain’t very nice,

And he will bring you part of the way but you must believe I’m with you every day,

And you can feel him deep within your heart, I hear his thoughts and there’s an apple cart, you can pick any fruit you need to know anything there is in this great grand show, and there’s a garden here and a sweet fountain and I have seen all of my kin, and I am still in love with you, watching over everything you do,

Stop crying now, I’ll sit on the bed and stroke your hair and calm your head, and I’ll stick around as long as he’ll allow just feel my presence as I whisper now,

Now I gave you all the life of me, a way out of the mystery, and I’m not giving up this soon ‘cause baby you still make me swoon,

And here I am, up above, with our father and his love, and I am waiting here for you and watching over all you do,

For I loved you more than life itself, gave you my own and risked my health, and I’m up here and I’m happy and baby so should you be,

For Jesus he is here with me, my God, this place, you would not believe, in death here baby life begins, and it’s more that you could ever imagine,

Now I gave you all a life you see, a way out of the mystery, now won’t you understand?

And I gave you all the best of me, the things that make life great you see, because I had a plan.

For I loved you more than life itself and gave up my own and my health, but our god would sure agree,

That I did what’s right by my family, my wife and kids, like Noah’s three, though Jesus had a hand.

And when I died you had all there could be, and my lovely wife you cried so happily, and he was waiting there for me, no gates, no questions; just a man.

Now I’ve shown you all in life you need, a way through all its mysteries,
I did for you what I could do and baby I’m still in love with you,

And here I am, up above, with our father and his love and I am waiting here for you and watching over all you do,

Now he gave you all a life you see, a way out of the mystery, now don’t you understand?

And he gave you all the best of me, the things that make life great you see, because he has a plan.

For he loved you more than life itself and gave up his own on that Roman hill, but our god would sure agree,

That I did what’s right by my family, my wife and kids, like Noah’s three, though Jesus had a hand.

And when I died you had all there could be, and my lovely wife you cried so happily,

And he was waiting there for me, no gates, no questions; just a **man.
I woke up to this out of a dream as an acoustic song and had to write it all down because there was just so much of it.
“Peace on earth and goodwill toward men,

HA!

What a lot of spoilt berries that is…
They’ll come around in due time, due time, due time…
Sure they will,
They will come around when they need something,
When life’s got them down,
Oh yeah, they’ll be calling out to you, you sucker…

HA!

Their hearts are what? Whatever that means,
It’s just useless with you, all trial and error but nothing after endless, endless errors?
Why won’t you just give up and concede that I have won?
I have you know…

Who?

You know-it-all who knows nothing at all about these animals,
Abounding love; a principle of heinous fish guts peppered about in a humid swamp of detritus!
You boor me so…
Peregrinating pompously and presumptuously until paused as Procrustes pontificates on my behalf!
You’re a loser, and I think, I think you know it.

Ha!

I’ll have them carve you the most magnificent sarcophagus ever seen…oh yes, it will be…
All you gotta do is lie in the bed they made for you!
Admit that I have won!

Mellitz,

"Has won…”
If you think about it the Devil is just another monkey...isn't he?
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