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i feel a certain sense of
exhaustion and tired and dead and dull and dread and
i wish i could explain
why its cutting and twisting and irking and twitching and
it's really not easy
to just write it off as
a thing
that we
all do
because
why not
our bodies like it
i'm not you and you don't feel me
you don't understand
this thing is a twisting writhing turning
and it is mine not yours never yours
so shush.
my words are reality sharp cuts they’ll peirce you and hurt you
                                   beware and back off lest i lose control
                                                   and  hurl them at you

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  17.09.12

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Usually I'm a nice person..I try not to lose my temper and fly off the handle, and almost always keep my language under control. But every once in a while someone comes along to try my patience...
Sweetest love, I do not go,
    For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
    A fitter love for me;
        But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
    Thus by feign'd deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,
    And yet is here today;
He hath no desire nor sense,
    Nor half so short a way:
        Then fear not me,
But believe that I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take
    More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's power,
     That if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
    Nor a lost hour recall!
        But come bad chance,
And we join to'it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
    Itself o'er us to'advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
    But sigh'st my soul away;
When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
    My life's blood doth decay.
        It cannot be
That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st,
If in thine my life thou waste,
    That art the best of me.

Let not thy divining heart
    Forethink me any ill;
Destiny may take thy part,
    And may thy fears fulfil;
        But think that we
Are but turn'd aside to sleep;
They who one another keep
    Alive, ne'er parted be.
 Sep 2012 Tasbah Phawna
Shayla
I want you to tell me
Where it is that I went wrong
Why I feel like such a stranger
Where I used to belong
It has gotten hard to see you
'Cause I don't know you anymore
And I long for things to be
The way they were before
Because before it felt so good
To always have you there
Before I stopped being good enough
And you decided not to care
I know I lost you before
But it didn't hurt this way
Call me a wishful thinker
But this time I thought you'd stay
I don't think I'll ever stop missing
The way you made me feel
Others have told me I'm beautiful
But only you made it seem real
You didn't have to make promises
You knew you couldn't keep
They play over in my head
As I try to fall asleep
Why did you come back to me
If you knew that you would leave
Why did you tell me lies
That you knew I would believe
Were you lying when you told me
That I'd always be the best
Because you left me here feeling
Like I'm no better than the rest
If I was just another girl to you
I wish you'd just left me alone
Because the feeling I'm not good enough
Is one I've already known
broken dreams for broken promises
broken within tainted nightmare
broken heart for broken bones
tainted nightmare of her face
a broken soul for a broken body
I see her but only in nightmares
she speaks to me but i cannot hear her
but I don’t need to
for I already know what she say
holding her almost dead body
‘I hate you’
a tainted memory in a tainted nightmare
 Sep 2012 Tasbah Phawna
Kay Meraz
i walked into the classroom,
you were checking in,
i noticed you, right away.
i liked you,
though i had never seen you before.
i wanted to know you,
your secrets,
your needs,
your fetishes,
your past,
your ominous future with out me.
In one hour i felt your energy around mine,
then you got up and left,
left my sight,
left my mind,
left your scent,
left your soul in that room with me.
something i wrote down, but haven'finished

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