I have to leak out
and spill over the edges
I have to be a nuisance to the passive state of things
If only just to be defiant
And scratch at the eyes of the flat environment in which people toil along their timelines without so much as a ripple to show for it
I have to let in the wind, and let it howl around my corners
and sock hop with me
I too often get bored of the sunshine that heats up stable things that barely move
I need storms and hurricanes
If only just to have something to say one day when youthful isn't how I'm described anymore
And the creases in my skin circle and intersect like a mosaic tapestry
And they ask for a story around the dinner table
Then I'll leak out all over again
In a violent rage
That will be a nuisance to the passive state of things

She takes every second of my life
Making me his slave

I free myself from the powerful leash
But her voice is stronger than the chain

Like a cancer she spreads without stopping
Getting sick my heart and my soul

She burns inside me and I can't feel anything else
She burns violently and I can't see anywhere else

unearth the truth
Break the mirror of lies where you observe yourself every day
and violently cry.

I am a
nuisance
I bother
Everybody
No one
Likes me
Everyone
Hates me
I do no
Good
I do nothing but
Bad
Why am I still
Alive
When I deserve to be
Dead?

We are fleas that live in the ***,
We think we own the dog.
We fight fleas that live in the head,
We bomb fleas that seem different
Only to us,
For the dog we are all a nuisance.
Fleas that create songs
And flags
To celebrate their portion,
Living in the *** seems better,
Some prefer the ears,
I choose to roam.
I dream with other dogs
Maybe cats.
We are fleas
That destroy their dog host.
Perhaps this dog needs a bath.

This ***** world is full of deception
Where people sell faith for pennies
Fake people play sincere is but none
Mockery opens just crease by crease

I do not know why people play *****
Why virtue fails and vice dominates
Good are imprisoned bad is but free
World is but a ***** which fascinates

All relations are sham ready to haunt
Step by step play but with innocence
Try to dominate reality with the tricks
This is what is called public nuisance

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Being alone
is not that bad
A peace of mind you have at last
Sometimes
People are such a nuisance
That I wish to withdraw from them
Alone I can do nothing
But I could be in relief from other people's expectations

These voices won't leave me alone.
They praise me,
then make fun of me.
They envy me,
and then call me a ******.
I'm not an *******,
and I try not to be.
I don't try to be kool.
but that's the impression,
they seem to get from me.
Even when alone,
they plague me.
Even when my thoughts make sense,
they somehow crumble apart.
Logic attempts to guide me,
delusions get in the way.
"They don't exist,"
I tell myself.
Then what are they,
and what the **** do they want?