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Uma Sankar Sep 11
Unaware of the intentions
Intoxicated with the hatred and lies
I gulped every bit
from the bowl they offered

You wanted to offer me help
I thought you’re delusional
The realization was late
and remorse made me worse

I wanted to be free
to stop the ride of disgust
But, It kept on dragging
Like the law of inertia

I knew it won’t stop
So, I waited, waited so long
for the engine to corrode
and dismantle to pieces

Now, I am free like a bird
No strings, no cage
And no chasing after mirage
A new voyage to rediscover myself

I wanted to apologise a lot
to the ones I have hurt
to the things I overlooked
And to the special one, you

You should have been my priority
You should have been the focus
The real one in this fake world
The clear one in this blurry world

Hope I still deserve you
Your hand of help
Your words of faith
Your unconditional love!
Faizel Farzee Sep 11
They say life is like a box a chocolates
What a crock of ****
It kicked me down, I even tasted spit
Had me in a choke hold
Wanted me locked in a crypt
It’s what you make of it
Instead of throwing a fit
Pick yourself up after you’ve taken that hit

Out the corner I come
Rough and ready
I feel like steel
But just hot and sweaty
I’m putting it up
So you better make yourself steady
I’m coming at you
With a sharpened machete
I know it’s a fight
Things could get messy
I’m warning you now
Against me I’m not betting
I bet now you sweating
Scared and fretting
Believe me
My entire force you are getting

Life might be hard
It’s for you to spark
Your own revival
And not get lost in it’s dark
life can be a sometimes be a difficult task, remember you the spark,
that powers your journey
so don't give up or give into the dark
Death's curse rampant,
Death's blessings omnipotent,
Harvesting souls every tock
Still, empty tombs we see

Gravestones raised high
Bear no names,
A century of deathless deaths
Desecrate the graveyard

Grave faces tell grave stories,
An era wherein names were remembered,
When gravestones were revered.
Give ear to my opinion,

We are born to die,
So why fear the inevitable?
Living in cowardice,
We die meaningless deaths.
Stephanie May 6
How many times did she declared herself dead?
Maybe same as the number of stars above the night sky
In which she tell every pain she had before she forgets
How to really live rather than just to plainly breathe

The awakening has now come into her dreamland
She will be dressed as one of those shining stars
She is brave because God her out of courage.
Marvelous enough to bring revival to her soul.

She is a woman.
No other person shall build her
For she can do it herself
She is heaven-sent, a woman of God.

The way God brings comfort to thee,
Is through the shape of her.
She once forgotten her worth,
She is the revival.
healthy self, heal thy self.
Yvonne Nice Apr 17
Tiles floors
As if an elaborate game of chess
Spiraled notebooks with lined paper
As if the bars on our collective prison cell
Mechanical pencils filled with lead
As if loaded weaponry to face war
Plastic chairs with metal screws
As if  the electric chair to melt our brains away
Teachers and their ungodly stare
As if guards keeping us complacent

They do it for the world, they say
They do it to prepare us for life, they say
They do it to help us grow and become smarter, they say
But that's not the whole truth, not in the slightest
They want to keep us in line
They want to keep us in place
They want to keep us silenced
They want to make us the perfect human
They want us to be perfect
We were supposed to be perfect

But we cant
We cant do what they want us to
We cant be their cookie cutter student
Never with straight As
Never with perfect manners
Never with perfect behavior
Never with their perfect emotions
Because we can't

But we can be our own person
With our own feelings
With our own emotions
With our own words
With our own personalized strengths and weaknesses
Because we can't be what they want
What humanity wants
But we can be human
We can be ourselves

And we will be
We will break and fall
And we will crumble to the sea of woes
But we shall rebuild our mighty kingdom
Out of tear drops and wooden blocks
And we will be human
We will be us
A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, but we are all our own weakest link.
River Reed Feb 28
See your life as being futile
And then death is no longer vile
No one knows what's to come
Might as well have some fun
And live life as if there's revival
Matthew Feb 18
I Know
I am just
An Old Shoe
That should be thrown away
But if you tear me to small pieces.
And rearrange my flesh to be with you
It could be the perfect fit for me and you.
Your Old Shoe
Badshah Khan Feb 9
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 28

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

In cruel atmosphere, I bloomed with pristine purity,

With gentle and soft, I was sincere to the social beings,

But beings use Me for their own purpose,

And trash me as litter once it’s been adequately fulfilled,

As my Beloved (earth) given life and when I rest peacefully,

She Grasped me and knowingly allow to successful revival,

Once again to bloom in this cruel unkind world!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Ian Darden Jan 30
I prayed for soul like yours.
You appeared and cleansed
The rest of the **** that padded my body,
Helping me to assure that life was worth the ride
Stuck between perseverance & submission
Then you come as if a personal rapture was taking place
Coming again to lift my broken body and make use of it
That others and myself couldn’t see
You saw faith
You saw strength
So I give you the rest of my life
The rest of my blessings
For your deed of revival
My heart; this love


Ian Darden
Poem From my book : Scrutiny & Enthralled Love
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