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Rose Mar 1
I put too much hope into you
Too much hope into a church, hoping I would learn to fit into it
Too much hope into a town, hoping I would learn to love it
Too much hope into friends that knew not of my soul
Into friends I had hoped would make time for me
Into people I had hoped would accept my beliefs because they accepted me
I put too much hope into a man who stunk of reckless and heartless ambition
Into a man I thought would love me before I loved myself
How wrong and twisted I was
And what a blessing I can see straight again
irony at it's finest
Badshah Khan Feb 21
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 59

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Eternal truth sincerely believes a unique path.
Might be vexing or arduous.But it's never changed
from the day one of my divine Beloved creation,
who the eternal verity!

Untrue universally support the innumerable path.
It constantly changes, typically based upon his constant desire.
Like the devil path, who the deceit bitterly cursed, and evildoer.

Choose wisely, which possible path.
You naturally want to walk constantly.

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

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Anya Sep 2018
When you look at me
You instantly stereotype
My glassses
My skin color
You can probably guess I’m book smart
You’d be right
You can guess I’m introverted
You’d be semi right
You can guess I’m not naturally very athletic
You’d be right
You can guess my ethnicity
You’d probably be right
You can guess a lot of things
And there’s a high chance you’d be right for many of them


What about those things,
You’d never guess?
I bet you’d never believe I was a Goalie
You probably don’t know I write poetry
I’m learning Chinese
I ran six miles in fifth grade
I enjoy acting
I’m an atheist
I have a mild obsession with Asian light novels
The list goes on...

But still,
The point here is
There’s a lot of things you don’t see

About me

About everyone

I’m just as guilty of judging as anyone else
We humans tend to categorize,
A lot
From the perspective of an American girl whose parents are from India.
C Solace Jul 2018
As you stare back at me, are you just as disgusted?
  Take a gander at what life decided to hand this poor soul.
Do you see HER?
  Can you see her failure, her fears, that black-hole in her chest?
It’s all there, plain as day, hidden behind her smile.
   Worldly impressions have waged a war within heart,
She can no longer trust her eyes, nor her mind.
  They have lied so many times to her,
You are strong, you are unique, you are the essence of beauty.
   **** liars
Are we looking at the same woman?
  Her body is morphed and it is torn,
it bears scars from the inside out.

   Misplaced skin, sagging, dragging, nothing is working.
She does not need your pity,
  She has far beyond enough for herself.
Grab the mirror and smash it

   You can no longer stare back and be disgusted by me
*TW* this poem is a reflection upon personal body image, and the mind morph that can be displayed when you are struggling
George Krokos Dec 2017
It is said that it's the early bird which catches the worm
and that in matters of principle we should all stand firm.
But what if the birds are many and the worms are few,
those principles people adhere to are unjust and untrue?
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Sunshine Nov 2017

s o m e t i m e

                 is used when you're unsure
                 never actually comes true
                (nothing ever comes true)

not to be confused with:
right now, forever, love
[listening to Orion's Belt by Sabrina Claudio]
Sunshine Nov 2017
r o s e s   a r e   r e d

v i o l e t s   a r e   b l u e

a l l   t h e   t h i n g s   y o u   s a i d

w e r e   a l w a y s   u n t r u e
You say to me 'I love you'
But are you truely sincere?
For your actions do not confirm
Nor are your intentions clear

What can I say on my behalf?
What words do I employ?
To hide the hurt I feel inside
And replace that hurt with joy

I don't know what to think
I do not know what to do
I don't know where I stand
This letter isn't meant to hurt you

Within my heart, a dulling ache
Reminds me of our big mistake
Once made between me and you
To chase a love that proved untrue
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