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Àŧùl Mar 2021
I feel scared when
I am alone in the middle of a crowd,
Which is almost always.
I feel irked when
The music is much too loud,
While the night won't irritate me.
I feel flared when
Someone abuses the language and are proud,
Which is also an insult to themselves.
I feel terrorized when
They proclaim that there's no one but Al,
Not to mention the time of their loudspeakers.
My HP Poem #1915
©Atul Kaushal
Bardo Mar 2018
Snow laden rocks way out in the
   channel
Surrounded by a terrible darkness

Like great ghosts they come
They come from troubled dreams to
   fetch me home

And I shiver when touched
By their cold unearthly presence.
A haunting piece
beth fwoah dream Jun 2016
moon-ghosts and iron roads,

the night is full of white bones,
skulls in my jacket,

the horizon scurries to
free itself drawing in
its breath,

there is nothing earthly here
no love, no bird knotting the sky with its wings.
brandon nagley Oct 2015
She is not just a woman, or just some mere creation to me.

Seeith, she hast a halo, fulsome and rapturous in highest degree.

Seeith, doth thou friend; her eye's as a muffled jungle panther;

They dance the uncultivated bush, the wind here is her laughter.

Cool, it bloweth upon thine sweltered cheek's, she's unseen;

Like a dream, she is the shelter every forager desires to keep.

I'm hidden amongst the shrub, dying to taketh a peek;

I want to catch a glimpse of her, in all her amour', her taste, fine;

Her spirit is mine, one of a kind, a dining shine, whilst the moon,

In ourn room, she clutches mine anatomy, O', how I'm so happy.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I locked mineself
To her leg;
I swallowed the key
I shackled mineself, into her head.

I seeketh not to be free
By wordly standard;
The great architect
Showed me, I'm free with her, tis she is mine lantern.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Keep my poems safe in your heart,
Lest your memory forgets them all.
For my words are each immaterial,
They might lose the value with time.
This emotion for you is the truest,
Believe when I say that I love you.

As this wind changes into a breeze,
Keep holding my hand as lovingly.
Yes I need you to the happy times,
Like I require you in tougher days.
This feeling I get is just very divine,
It is exactly as if I attained Moksha.

Feeling your presence everywhere,
It's this memory fueling my life now.
Lost not are your happy memories,
Helping me out of troubling times.
Diving in the divine pool each day,
Least caring about what they say.
My HP Poem #851
©Atul Kaushal
Delusional Minds Mar 2015
I can't see you there but I feel you,
I know that you're near cuz I hear you,
I say i'm not scared but I fear you,
tell me to beware and I still do,

I feel you,
slowly burning me alive,
every exhale surfaced to the skin comes from deep inside,
I can feel you swimming in my mind torching both my eyes,
drilling in a little deeper every time,
feeling it subside just to come back full force and give a rattle to my life,

electric charges running through my body,
faces all around, I can hear em calling,
being hollowed out, now I think im falling,
dropped me underground so they can see me crawling
on broken knees-
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