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Badshah Khan Feb 17
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 56

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

In your divine love I been blazing merrily
In the sensible course of sacred flames
But none flames, scarcely disturb me or avidly ****** me.
When I eagerly hymn your sacred name, Oh my Beloved!

Oh My Beloved' I am ferociously blazing,
Every broad day and lovely night.
In your divine love, Oh my beloved
Indeed, I am blazing ferociously;
Not in fierce flames, but in wane!

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

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
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Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Mano Nov 2018
As I watch the sun go down,
Sitting besides you,
The golden glitters falling on your face,
Highlighting those curves 
As strands of hair dance across your face,
I wonder which is more beautiful,
The sunset or you!

As I watch the sun go down,
Sitting besides you, 
I wonder how long before you drift away?
As time passes by,
The hope of being with you also wane away..
She was
nigh as
bosh a
lar gibbon
and the
edge of
water made
hotter season
now while
sun bakes
her bread
on Formosa
Strait and
shapes Sino-Taiwan
with her
by south.
a fire in Taipei
a favor
in law
reaches its
nihilistic while
cows grain
these matters
that suppose
this arbitration
wasn't theirs
but this
trench would
hide the
horror of
waywardness with
their cultivation
in grazing
upon licorice
a note on arbitration
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
Forgive vanity
My wax and wane
Sordid sanity
A flip-flop game
Deep depravity
My silent shame
Grieving gravity
I'm to blame
Neuro calamity
I'm not insane
Mark Parker Dec 2014
Straight fallen from the sky.
It just makes me cry.
All the times I have to die
to myself to make me sigh
and wish that I did the wrong thing.

Being good is only that.... good,
but being exactly who you should
will bring nothing but pain
until your ability wanes
then you'll wanna throw yourself
in front of a train
because you couldn't gain
what was plain to everyone else.

So if your a good little girl or boy,
Santa will bring you bags of toys.
Why be good when bad is what brings the noise!?
Being bad is what annoys.
All of my plans and ploys to avoid playing coy
did nothing for me in the end,
why did I try to bend?
That's right, life’s the same, good or bad, either way.
I still yell at myself every single day.
So when trying to figure out who you are, you'll try almost anything, even if your nature goes against it. This is about my personal journey thus far.

— The End —