He is my light,
my life, my soul.
He is my family
My partner
Unaccepted by my family
A long life choice
to sit by my side
Forever.

Strong as the wind
in the city of Chicago
His love falls unto me
like a tree falls in a forest
Without the timber scream
Silence
Secrecy
No one will know
No one will see

Sadness
Rushing through my mind
Once through him
His soul
Numb.
Disassociated
from life itself
Lost.
Where the darkness takes over

Darkness
The ventriloquist of his heart
Where the lack of
Dopamine
takes over the ability to
Sleep
Think
Feel
Anything real

What does the future bring?
Sitting at a desk
But now,
working.
Stress.
Dying stress
Living in the world of
Valoran
Waging the war of
Demacia and Noxus
When the real war is
against himself

Sister, brother, father, mother
He sits in their minds
but not in their world
Detached.
Afraid.
Games
work
bed.
Games
work
bed.
Games
wor­k
bed.

The cycle continues.

Sitting in a photo booth
He stares at his whole world
His light,
His life, his soul.
I am his family
His partner
Loved by his family
A long life choice
To sit by his side
**Forever.

I don't know who I am anymore.
Not only that, but I can no longer see the light.
So I wandered the Earth until I reached the shore,
And swam straight into the night.

It was cold at first, but now I'm numb.
It seems I swam the whole night through.
And amidst the abyss and the crashing waves,
I realised I was swimming, to you.

But now my limbs are finished.
And my weary eyes are closing fast.
And as I sink slowly downwards,
I realise I was chasing the past.

I told you not to leave ,
I told you not to break ,
I told you not to believe,
Whatever you heard ,

Them words they meant something ,
But they mean nothing now,
You are excited about leaving ,
And all I say is how?

With you everyday was summer ,
With you everyday was spring ,
I can't get any dumber ,
Waiting for my phone to ring ,
A call from you so impossible it seems ,


When I talk about it ,
Its as if I'm living dreams ,
Some dreams are bound to be true ,
While some are just used to keep our hope !!

Our love my darling is the second type,
Even dreaming about you for me is hope ,
Do we have a source of life as strong as hope ?
The more we hope the better we can cope ....

there are some things we want that we can’t always have. happiness. love. but we make it through, you know? why? because humans are resilient creatures. we are made to withstand pain, and loss, and whatever else. biologically that’s how we’re made, it’s an evolutionary thing. it’s something that happened because of our history as creatures on earth. we are adaptable.

I do not know what will be my fate
But I am just moving to a blind alley
Whether I am worst or may be great
Whatever is written I have to agree

My God is my savior who saves me
From all embarrassments and all odds
I never mind if I am in whirlwind ,sea
They don't harm if devils are in squads

My God save me and protect my family
We do not have any one else than you
Please make us from all troubles just free
Only you can save us and make us thru

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

It's not love it's not passion
It's two insecure people trying
To lean on each other until they **** themselves
It's not cute it's not healthy
It works but for how long?
At least they're finally trying but in the end
We all end up alone

It's 10 pm and the heat just hit me
The AC is off but I couldn't be more happy
Touched my first palm tree and dipped my hand in the toilet
Grabbed a cab to the city, on the seat there was a death threat
For breakfast we had Bananas foster, po'boys and hash brown
When Amanda power walked I had to tell her to slow down
By the Mississipi river I drank a peach daquiri
The waitress wanted more tips and across the streets she chased me
Strippers gave me the finger, ****** begged for ******
We were stuck in traffic cause of the constant flash floods
In a Camaro and a Werewolf to creep with vampires and slaves
Talking about plantations by the old family graves
And you were so beautiful under that big oak tree
Even more in the rain outside that locked cemetery
On Bourbon street the homeboys were asking for hugs
And I gave away all my coins to some thugs
We ate jambalaya and fried green tomatoes
The ladies were halfnaked but no one called them hoes
In a blacksmith shop with no electricity
We drank Morgan and got wasted with some other swedes
Wherever we went we felt the smell of ****
From every balcony people were throwing beads
All the ***** sounds were drowned out by the air condition
On the floor Hoyt from True Blood was changing positions
Then Chris slept like a baby when the cockroach sang him lullabies
For some reason it made more sense than "bridge may ice"