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And I wish that I could write you off
as easily as I feel you do to me
but all I seem to be able to do
is write ABOUT you.
It's him again. The reason why.
I start anew, my pen has pride
It's him again. The reason why.
My pages are blank and full at the same time
It's him again. The reason why.
My joyful laugh, my sorrowful cry
It's him again. The reason why.
Days where I just can't get by
It's him again. The reason why.
I've cried so much, my eyes are dry
It's him again. The reason why.
Can't bring myself to say goodbye
It's him again. The reason why.
 May 2014 The Haywire
Àŧùl
In the world there is so much hatred,
And so much of bitterness in world,
Plus at least as much as violence,
Blue shades keep accumulating,
I find no space for happiness,
There's just hatred for love,
People fail to get it at all,
They mass against love,
Find it abnormal and,
Floxinoxinihilipilification.
The title in a simpler word means 'absurdness'
My HP Poem #623
©Atul Kaushal
She bobs like a gull on the breaking waves
to go far out in the sea is what she craves
on her hair froths the spray of saline sand
she's the woman on the edge of rainbow land.

On the sea she isn't the woman I know too well
she rises to touch the sky with the waves swell
a stronger stranger girl keen to break the chain
fly away unshackled in her freedom's gain.

She isn't the same woman in the tidal brace
sheds the veil rides her will to be sea's empress
when the waves lave her face in its magic roar
in her dream touches rim of a distant shore.

I don't know why I love her high on the sea
where her eyes are far unfamiliar alien to me
she rides the waves within craves the rainbow land
dreams to go with the flow from clutching hand.
 May 2014 The Haywire
Xyns
I Am
 May 2014 The Haywire
Xyns
i am
the lion
under your bed

i am
the noise
waking the dead

i am
the boy
banging his head

i am
the trust
reduced to only rust

i am
the struggle
of going completely under

i am
the life
that broke in the night

i am
the monster
in your open closet

i am
the woman
screaming ****** ******

i am
the lie
that infected everything

i am
the secret
you hide from yourself

i am
the demons
swimming through your mind

i am
the honesty
that you left far behind

i am
the dust
on your recorded thoughts

i am
the allegiance
left trampled in the dirt

i am
the power
given to your pain and hurt

i am
the sadness
that defines your person

i am
the reality
that numbed your heart
Oh, the somber wind blows
the ice and the snow.
It’s a different kind of cold
that chills to the bones.
Bringing self doubt to what we think we know,
when all we want to do is just go home.
But when the world says no
you’re left with nowhere to go.
Lost and alone,
the somber wind blows.
I just wanted to try to write something with the same rhyme all the way through and this is what I came up with. I'm not terribly pleased with it but I thought I'd share anyway.
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