#miscellaneous
Solid rock sliding out of misty eyes.
A deep blue yet to be found.
The cause amiss by mere gaze.
But sights unseen can bring arise to whys.
Was it lies?
Was it the mist beyond?
Relief too far.
Only darkness kneels near.
Rays of light unable to pierce.
Needless peril, yet needed more than the ether of life.
Sublime joy lies within these shrouds bound to blow.
The sun will rise.
A cocoon of resilience formed by the crystallization of torment.
A cycled doomed to be a loom for once again and again.
Nothing can satisfy for that is crowned by the self, to be notably noticed.
Recognition of every thing.
Hearing each note.
Live within fogs passing once again and again.
The self remain a statue - casted by the mind.
Fight to live not to be shrouded along by the mighty woes of the fog.
Or face avalanching into nothing tall - a strife of gall.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 4:25 PM UTC
lights in the sky fighting,
somewhere somebody's trying
to put out the fire
with bare hands and dying
breaths, in ways no one could
ever understand before
there's more to a painting
when you know how it ends
every stroke made in haste
and for no one else
where the world is made and
broken down for someone else
there must be more than life
if we could see into the distance
more than just colours trying
to ****** the mountains
the rivers that run and hide
from the preying atlas
deep into the forests helm
where the naked hide
rains that fill the oceans
before it's time
swallowing the sunsets deep
into its hallowed grave
where gouls fall in love with
wandering mermaids
how beautiful you must be
to reject the gods?
the very essence of what
it takes to beat a heart
is captured now in still water
and cascading waves
perhaps one day we could
swim carefree
into the same approaching
melancholy that has made a home
inside the swirling storms
the very winds that travel back
and forth across this planet
dwelling into nothingness and
so far away from everything else
maybe home isn't what keeps
us from the outside --
it is us playing make belief
on the porch
guarded by salt walls and lashing
tongues
the horrid stain on every artist's
desk
made in spirit of the restless and
the tormented
scattered words and memories
wrestling with dreams and thoughts
he who cannot speak might scream
the loudest
never judge a book by it's cover
even if it's on fire.
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 1:36 PM UTC
I will leave the darkness one day
Nothing to take me away
I am nothing that's worth saving
Can't be stopped from caving
A sense of justice discovered in destruction
Pain teaching specific instructions
Sadness gives tears to wash my conscience clean
One last time I return to the crime scene
They were not brave enough to face danger
Nothing is worth losing for a stranger
******* nothing to nobody
Surface is scratched and muddy
When you love me like a hero
Have the power to make me more than zero
All you need to rescue me
You own already
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
i can feel you in my kiss
salivating between my hips
crying out, "please take me home,"
i don't wanna be here, boy,
leave me alone
flakes of skin left under my nails
broken vessels from your hell
"promise you it'll be quick,
won't be too long now"
you make me sick
how can you call yourself a man?
my reputation doesn't mean that you can
i can taste your blood in my teeth
"piggy" scratched deep with my keys
shattered glass from waylie's metal pipe
scattered 'cross your car like stars tonight
paint drips down like blood from my thighs
you don't get to wink at me and lie
tried to hold my hand on the drive back
kiss my shotgun, daddy,
you like that?
ripping through my castle walls
***** stains and wrappers coat the hall
you'll get what's yours in due time
God never forgets to give me what's mine
made me feel like it was my fault
thought i could trust you,
but you stole it all away
i'll return the favor someday
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
Oh What Beauty
Oh what Magnificent Sky
Oh what privilege you give to the eye
A Hidden Beauty all take for granted
All but those who've seen the sky
Theres the sun, to warm our day
Theres the moon, to light the night
Theres the stars to tell us were not alone
Oh what beauty lies in the sky
Oh what power it also brings
The sun gives its glory in droughts
The moon brings the tides that wash out the plains
Its screaming winds to clean the day
Oh, what hidden beauty come from the sky
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
There's a girl on the street
Who walks with a different tune every other week
Everytime her eyes are sought under her thick raven bangs
Your guess is as good as mine, what filled those depths of pine
Pure ecstasy bleeding through
Lifeless clouds of avolition
Piercing daggers of ice ire
Her heart beats just like yours,
Her tears flow like ours
Her laughs crack like a long lost sister's
Yet above all, she is solely Miss cellaneous, and will always be to those who see only her eyes
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
you were a vision of god
in the trailer light
panting in my bare chest,
praying with all your might
said with no one on this earth
had you felt as free
as when you're lying flesh to flesh
under the sheets with me
in your arms, swear that i was found
blushing blue beauty queen
listening to the sound
of your boys footsteps
outside our bedroom door
wishing they were you in here
the man i was coming for
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
i see you in the dark, my darling
waiting on edge in my front yard.
i float to you engulfed in flames
preparing for a bittersweet broken heart.
was it something that slipped
from my liquor stained red painted lips?
or casper herself casting a long shadow
on your barren sahara grey walls?
how long did you know that you'd leave me?
since the last time we made love
and you slipped back into the darkness
through my window without a parting kiss?
or did you know from the very beginning
with your white corvette crystal lies?
i remember the way you fought with me
in my bed, pushing me hard to the ground,
and my heart breaks with the death of the day
to think that i'll never hear your voice again
or your low groans or feel your fist wrapped
like a diamond necklace around my throat.
you haunt my dreams and i cannot sleep,
your shadow still waltzes around my room.
you're larger than life, my burnt out elvis.
they all told me you were a big time dealer.
siesta key was once your home, but now you ride
under the radar in your cool crimson beater.
prison called and your empire almost fell,
but you can't **** the king of floridia,
for he rules the dead straight from hell
without mercy; better take what you're dealt.
pretty kitty, always ocean blue and starry eyed,
baby's a god, heaven found in my cherry pie.
queen of hearts always knows what's on your mind;
i know you'll come around again and then you will be mine.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
In a veracious
Set of vividly words
I vicariously state
That you may fervently
admonish these
simplistic sentences
For within my complex
disguises of words
It alludes to this fact.
I just want to scream
and thats, that!
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
Time is a gift
when you see it
you have seen yourself age
When you look back
you have seen your past
It does not wait,
nor does it stop
It flows, to reach your heart
to reach your soul,
to reach your wrath,
to take your spite
Time is a curse
wrapped as a gift
You have just enough
till you unwrap the box...
Now it's too late.
A present
Awaiting to be open
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
Augment to me, exotic Lady rise;
just let me touch your spirit in the flesh,
support my pole, and I’ll withdraw my eyes,
this pain ascends the heart like reformed mesh.
In sight this stalwart climb becomes your test,
you smile, you know that this will be your last,
and so you start your groove at my behest,
and minister your hands upon my mast.
In stride, now stroke, just play your graceful hands,
you do it like so many times before.
So wilful, to adhere to my demands,
just let me guide my ship into your shore.
And so I go to my deck and I steer,
while in the crow’s nest you shout land is near.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
~ Not far below the earth, concealed within the ground,
~ lies a common vegetable, in a medium mound,
~ See this plant is seldom main,
~ and really is simply rather plain,
~ If the traditional family have friends they need to feed,
~ it very often overlooked that that stew contains a Swede
~ Normal sized veg, not very special at all,
~ this plant be dubbed the Swede, the Swede we like to call,
~ often hard and burgundy and round,
~ within our soup it is often found,
~ So if in need of savory your dish may be,
~ you must always try the Swede you see.
~ I am not trying to say the Swede is definitively the best ,
~ nor do I mention it's stands out from the rest,
~ I mean the Swede
~ is within no need
~ to be more mundane or less.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
I could get used to the silence.
The birds chirping, the bees buzzing, the leaves rustling…
Trivial treasures compared to the screaming isolation.
Louder than anything you’ll hear, quieter than nothing,
Lasting eternally until broken, emphatically.
I could get used to my breath, didn’t notice it before today.
I must have been dead this whole time.
Without a voice, bereft of noise,
That which only feels but never reveals.
I could get used to that.
I could get used to this.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Poetry,my love is not a set of love songs
It portrays all types of hatred as well
Love goes to kiss the beauty it belongs
The rivals have their own hatred to dwell
Love touches the chords of soul my dear
But at times it does tear apart all the parts
Love takes in lap the sweetest beauty near
Hence it melts into liquid both the hearts
Let my beloved understand love in reality
Let sweetheart sing love song to proceed
Let us take real love to edge of its eternity
Lets know a friend in need is friend indeed
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
*I applaud ***** even though her roommate is an *******
and she's constantly beaten up by a ****
she keeps her spirits high and she keeps right on moving...
I applaud you *****
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
i wouldn't want to dress up as depression, angst, or sorrow
because then i'd match with everyone.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
It feels as though I never knew the person you've become
A black and white chicanery that's breathing through your lungs
The only thing I think about is how this came to be
Forget the present as it were, there's nothing left to see
I must've spoke a thousand times but nobody could hear
I tried to make myself believe before you made it clear
Uncertainty would linger in the spaces you would go
And leave me with an emptiness that lived inside my throat
I had my words and you had yours, the conversation's changed
We may have once been lovers but our hearts are now estranged
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
cracked porcelain cups, spilt forgotten tea,
stale uneaten biscuits and the freckles of crumbs
on a matching hand-painted plate.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC