#nano
Run with
Bolt
wearing a belt
Because
while running
runners do not
wear
belt on waist
for the slow down of
blood pressure.
Run with
a systematic method
to reach on moon.
The path is nano path
on which your body
would be a particle.
Run with
non-systematic way
to achieve a
Golden Globe
without doing a
single short movie
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
When people call me fun sized I don't know what to say.
Like if I was another size the fun would go away?
Some of my friends call me Nano, meaning very very small
A name I got in middle school and actually don’t mind at all
But this is because I own it and find it quite original
Unlike the normal comments that really aren’t forgivable
They say good things come in small packages but how can I know that’s true
When the world is full of big macs, and supersized taboos
Small things are always quiet, in corners or on display
I don’t want that fate for me, I’d rather be in the way
Making change is hard to do when adorable is your namesake
I’m activating feminist mode and trying to make an earthquake
No I don’t want to be your armrest, yes I’m tall enough for that ride
I’ll kick your *** at limbo, just watch me and abide
I used to wear high heels, to fit in with the crowd
Until a friend my size told me to embrace it and be proud
Now I wear flat shoes and am comfortable all the time
So when I’m kicking *** I can pivot on a dime
Sometimes my legs are tired from the height I’m trying to personify
So if you ask if I want a piggy back…that’s actually one thing I won’t deny
I like seeing it from your point of view even if it’s jaded
I do wish you could see it from mine though and find why my ideals have faded
“You’re cute when you're angry” they say, just like it's a compliment
But how would you feel if your emotions were reduced to words that aren't dominant?
When you grow up in a world where cute is your middle name
You don’t trust the ones that call you beautiful but who really is to blame?
Let alone if you ever hear **** being said in your direction
Have you ever heard of a man getting a cute ********
I’m ready for a shift and I can feel it in my bones
They’re aching to dance a new routine, with Beyonce in my headphones
Maybe that means they’re catching up, it’s about time for my growth spurt
After a life of half pint, shrimp and short stuff, watch as I convert
12/01/2016 Amanda Powell
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
the smell of this place
will soon fade at the back of our minds
each thought & memory
will soon be broken into uncompleted lines
one day we will find our feet back
walking the ground where you first fell in love
touching the halls that are now a different hue
to see if they've forgotten you
tales of fairy & lore
will soon be covered with dust
your firsts and lasts
will soon all be eaten by rust
the place of our childhood
though many years have grown
its ceilings may decay
but it will always love to be your home
the trees may bend and left forgotten
hidden behind tall buildings & lampposts
most of what you left behind
will soon all be ghosts
familiar faces with unfamiliar scents
they wont expect you to stay same
tight bonds will melt into loose ends
and they will forget your name
my name isn't carved into something historical
all of this will be washed by the rain
how bittersweet it is
to travel down memory lane
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
Well- bread horses and golden corn.
Freshly rained upon, scissor cut green fields,
Dew settling on stained pink roses.
Ribbons entangled behind the blueberry bushes,
Where boys and girls share their first kisses,
Shaming Nano Nagle, her statue.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
*Your heart brought with Amnesia.
To study it ,
I slid into your heart ,
making way through your tears
it was dark.
Placing a candle at the grave of your sorrows,
I stitched up your battered ,bleeding heart.
Tendering to the grave turned gardens,
I smuggled sunlight to your dandelion soul.
Drugging you 3 times daily with comfort,
was what I prescribed.
Nothing stays forever , so didn't your illness
and you don't remember me any-longer.
Happy laughter of love echoed ,
in the skies of your fist sized heart.
Wished you a healthy heart ahead,
only with the desire to treat it again .*
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
**today words don't play
the hearts game .
feelings my ace
to play blackjack..
they say words
and words are all the same
you gambled
I'm dealing my broken heart
playing a Switch
you emptied my hand
foolish ! merely did I
trusting my cards
that's how you won
leaving the game bland
you gambled
making me your trump card .
Ah! I remember you played**
a
Blackjack
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Youve been my most impossible possibility
Jeopardy of my accused love
You've been etched into my palm lines
But lost on the crossroads of dilemma
You've been whispering in steamed voices from my coffee
Just to be an unknown visibility
Love ,
Just be back before today settles
As forever into my wrinkles
Before I lay into satan's darkest cloak
Be back love ,
before the stars tear away
from the skies of my eyes.
Just be back .....
23/7/2014
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
If someday the world is turned upside down !
Would you care
To be my companion ?
The sky will be an endless pool,
We'll dive into the blue and drink of it.
I'll plant a tree at its shore ,
A tree of our hopes,
Watered with our deepest desires.
I'll tie a swing of our dreams on its branches,
And we'll soar higher into heavens.
If someday the world is turned upside down ,
Would you care
To be my companion ?
We'll kiss the suns sprouting ray
of crimson hue,
And the moon would sing us
Sweet lullabies by night
Trust me ! We'll ride the winged breeze
And write our adventures on earth's *****
If someday the world is turned upside down ,
Would you care
To be my companion ?
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
Always holding a pen even when I don't know what to write
It's like a habit now I guess more of an addiction
Some call me crazy while others admire and some ? ...never mind !
But yes maybe for a person who writes it's like
A whiff of fresh air ,
Like the first snow of the season
Like the chirping of the birds or maybe falling in love once again !
I write about pain , love , eyes and everything you want to imagine .
Many a times me and my coffee are best company ,
We sometimes come up with the best lines .
Ha! But I got adopted recently , mamma HP did .
Few know me , few follow while I follow many every where
We share , we like and best part ?
Yeah right we inspire each other ...!!
I'm kinda the new kid on the block .. ;)
I guess I'll stick around a bit longer
So to say it in 3w
LOVE YOU HP!!
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
They slumber in the deepest of the minds,
they battle conquer lose even die as time unwinds
our lives their playground , its always been.
once they decided to hide and seek,
madness was counting while wanting to break free,
Lie hide like it always , behind the most beautiful tree.
love with no place to hide but a rose bush,
Everyone was caught except love hiding in ambush.
Envy revealed loves hideout to madness with jealousy,
madness jumped in and dragged love carelessly.
Fate blinded love as it lost its eyes to the thorns,
Now God thundered a curse for madness to adorn.
That madness to be around love till end of time ,
this pushes me to wonder
maybe thats how loves called blind while madness always accompanies it !
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Let me whisper to you then
My heart , I've missed you.
As you've been away
Trampled , soiled with pain.
My nights cried away
My Sun eclipsed with lonliness.
Come back my beloved
My heart doesn't follow me ,
But tis bleeding away only to be with you ...
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
Oh you're beauty a raging flame,
Set ablaze.....
Sets me to sing the Malhar Rag to bring down the rains .
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
As time cant be caged into an hour glass.
Only if you could confine the Noor of the light itself into a jar
would a poet ever stop writing ...
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
The hollow in your eyes,
hazelnut radiance in the dark,
burnt with wait for the glimpse of the starlight.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
If i could in every life ( it is said there are 7 ),
could touch your heart ,
my soul would connect with you somehow ,
even if only for a moment.
In our unborn tomorrow's ... i would still love you .
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC