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Eugene Oct 2015
It was midnight and someone knocking.
I heard someone shouting.
I rushed downstairs, open the door,
Questioning, why all of a sudden?

You knelt in front of me and speaks,
'Sire', you're badly needed, please?
For what matter this urgent request?
I'm asking you to say.

'Your Highness, your loving Princess,
Was captured by an unknown bliss.
An enemy prince wants her death.
Saving her, will put you to the test.'

Lightning and thunder fired my way.
Like roaring lions run on midday.
I run my chariot as fast as I can,
I'll save her from a strange man.

I arrive at the mysterious place,
A lot of knights prepared to face,
My angry self began to embrace,
Killing each of them without a trace.

I don't care how strong they are,
Or too many of them at war.
To rescue her,
Is what I'm aiming for.

With will and courage,
I fought them with fiery rage.
Blood scattered all over my face.
If I die, who's going to save her death?

'My Prince, just go and leave.
I don't want to see you die.
Let them **** me, but don't grieve.
I love you, just go, please!'

'No, I'm not leaving!'
I won't let it happen.
I'll **** them all,
and rescue you without trace of pain.'

Alas, the moment has arrived.
Princess, you're now in my arms.
Why can't you speak?
Or open your eyes?

Your heart stops palpitating,
Your pulse stops beating,
Your body stops moving,
You're a lifeless human being.

My life is worthless,
My body is useless,
Full of wounds and slices,
My heart is now hopeless.

I am sorry, my dear,
But I have to end my tears.
I'll slit my wrist, ignore the pain,
I'll die in your arms without waiting in vain.
Eugene Oct 2015
I can see how much you missed him,
I can hear how much you cried for him,
I can feel how much you loved every inched of him.

If only I was just like him, would you feel the same for me too?

I saw the day you smiled out loud,
I saw the day you fell in love and pride,
I saw the day you said ‘Yes’ to the one you loved.

If I can be like him, will you say ‘Yes’ to me as well?

I saw you freaked out in your room,
I saw your wounded fingers bleeding like a hoodlum,
I saw you trying to **** yourself and meet the Doom.

If I can pull a trigger at my head in front of you, will you mourn me too?

If I can be like the one you love,
If you can see and feel the love I have for you.
If you can sense my presence and be with me,

Will you be happy and smile forever?
Or stay with me and say it’s Now or Never’?
Candice Aug 2015
we certainly
make sacrifices
for things we want
to work out
but what if
the world is
the one who
gives up
on you?
cv Apr 2015
she was a fierce girl:
her wild, red hair stood out among the rest
her hazel eyes sparkled despite the angsts.

she worked hard, refusing to sell herself,
even if his deadline was nearing.

(she promised him.)

her hope and naivety were smashed into pieces
as she slowly ran out of time.

(his time.)

without his knowledge,
she degraded herself.

("As long as it's for you, this pain doesn't hurt me.")

her health deteriorated
as his became better.

curled up in a corner, naked and bare,
she counted the money she earned.

and smiled.



he was a plain boy:
his brown hair wouldn't stay flat
his blue eyes, dull.

he thought of others before of himself
and that's why she fell in love.

(it was the same for him too.)

he collapsed one day,
pain spreading on his chest.

(he knew that that was it.)

he tried denying her support,
but her earnest eyes refused to let him.

("Laughing with you by my side—I'll be fine with just this.")

he slowly became better,
and he planned all sorts of trips for the both of them.

they'd go have a romantic dinner by the beach in summer,
they'd spend new year's cuddled up together, hot chocolate warming them up.

after his surgery, he searched for her—his heart, filled with gratitude
he never found her again.


the scar on his chest would never fade.
and this is how their story ends.
Zainab Attari Mar 2015
A little aloof I shall stay
Before another tempest hits the bay
Anchoring me down again
Into surplus societal pain

Sharing the ocean can get rough
Absconding high tides is tough
I need to gather myself in vain
Before I crash once again

So I shall breathe, smile and have a good time
And hold on to things that are mine
Whilst I cover up the timeworn stain
And soak my wrath in the rain!

-Zainab Attari
Sombro Feb 2015
He kicked off his trainers in defiance
It's warm in here, I will stay.
His home danced its subtle dance
Seducing him with fluttered window panes.

No, darling, mummy said
You will go out there
And face the harsh winds
And the hungry frosts.

Why? You did, mummy
And you have the scars on your beautiful face
Why should I, a handsome boy
Offer my face to the elements?

She sat him down and smiled
Yes, I am weary, the world
Took it's toll, but
The warmth of comfort soon becomes fire

You will stare down the frost and
Let it gnaw all it wants
For that's how dreams are made, my boy
That's how wishes come true

This one, she said, finger on a scar
Was from those summer months
When the grass became the bed
To clumsy, tragic love and I

This one is from your grandmother
When she left me all alone
This one, from my career,
See, it is the deepest.

All of them, all I would have again
For canvas I may be to brutal paint,
But happy I am
That I was painted.

The boy looked up and said
I am a scar on you
She buried him in her eager arms and said
No my dear, you're too soft to leave a scar.

The trainers went on
The boy went outside
And shivered as
His mother watched.
Kate Lion Jan 2015
it is an honor
to love
and be loved
by you (only you)

i wanted a hippie van
and you wanted to make me happy
so you took off your Vans and grabbed a marker

we wrote "don't worry, be hippie" on the fabric until our fingers cramped
True story.
Dandelion May 2014
Mummy I love you
It pains me to look pass your shell
To see that inner being
So many struggles that seem bleak
As your daughter
Helpless, what can I do to ease the pain?

Thank you for bringing me to this world
The worries and frustration in nurturing
I am forever grateful
For your sacrifices you've made
I will never forget those times
Where you were the only one I could rely on

I'm sorry for being rude
Ignoring your nags
Dismissing your efforts
I could not appreciate
I could not understand
I was too young and naive then

As the years pass
My wish is for you to love yourself more
To be who you wanna be
Start to live a life of your own
Not to live for us your children
Mummy, I love you
Some thoughts about understanding more of what it takes to be a parent, a mother to her children. Silent sacrifices that goes unappreciated. No amount of words can describe how blessed I am. Thank you.

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