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You tell us to
Spread
The
Word
To
End
The
Word

But you mean the word
"*******"

And you think it's mean
Because of
Mental retardation
And how it hurts
Their feelings.


Stop that word.
I won't mind.

Just don't turn around
And call
Him
A
******
Where can you even summon the audacity
To tell me that lately you have been mad at me
For building up a little bit of self worth in my head
Am I wrong for no longer wishing I was dead?
"I miss the way you used to act,  
So nice, I want the old you back"
The old me? That self hating *******?
Who only was happy on his ***, ****** or plastered?
You don't know what it's like, you **** fool
You've never been afraid of the judgement at school
You've never been called ******, ******, or four eyes
You've never thought of a compliment as more lies
You have no idea how the **** I felt
I beat myself, left bruises, welts
It was middle school, when I found out new ways
Of popping pills in class to get through the days
Well I guess now, sure, i'm popular enough
But I still have that sickening feeling in my guts
The reminder, I was that fat kid that everyone bullied,
Don't ever judge me, you don't ******* know me.
Our thoughts
turn into words
and words are the shouts
that we never scream out loud
That word has lost it's meaning and its use has fallen short.*

The camera lens is cold and feels nothing except mathematical equations, performing actions; much like a part of the world that keeps you and I in chains.
But if I look at it, it looks at you and that is all I want to do right now.
So I can bare the cold for a just a little while, because warmth is waiting in patience

You called me timeless once.
            I had not felt such a heartbeat in so long.
...like drums in the forest...

              I am timeless?
My dusk,
          if you were a clock,
      it would melt into water and seep into the fissures of my heart.

Tomorrow
                  may not arrive but you know my
yesterday
                  and you are my
today.

So take my hand and the universe will be our ballroom.
                                                                ­The stars can be our audience and the sea can be the orchestra.

If the garden you were plucked from emanates the
musical and breathtaking fragrance
where you tread,
then it is where beauty first was born.

Forgive me but you have captured my attention and I will not use that word.


My lips can show you what waits within those fissures
and my eyes can tell you what words fail to comprehend.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XZkLmomNgA
 Apr 2013 unashamedlyashley
bambi
She told me her story.
How it is to miss another soul
so thoroughly,

that their name

behind your teeth

gorges on

your waking dreams.
More to come later as I continue my conversation with our protagonist. Thanks for reading.
You
Shy & unbound,
Like the vivid butterfly,
You
Relieving heat in winters,
Like the smoothness of silk,
You
Mascara of nights,
Like the lap of stars,
You
Me Love *You
Too

I
Saw You,
My heart said,
Tell me who are
You

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
Shy & unbound,
Like the vivid butterfly,
You
Relieving heat in winters,
Like the smoothness of silk,
You
Mascara of nights,
Like the lap of stars,
You
Me Love You Too

What praise should I tell about You,
The entire world is flattered by You,
Your purity is like an evening incense,
You're the sunlight & the shade,
You're the night & the day,
You're my land & sky....

I
Saw you,
My heart said,
Who are You tell
Me

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
As if your cloudy hair,
Like the blocked light,
You
As if savory thoughts,
Like colorful dreams,
You
As if your questions,
Like my explanations,
You
Me Love You Too

As if You had taken a bath in the dew,
So has a smile blossomed on Your lips,
You are like angels & the life of my soul,
If I have You then I won't come to my senses,
You do me this favor...

I
Saw you,
My heart said,
Who are You tell
Me

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
As if shimmery bliss,
Like the soft daylight,
You
As if good old memories,
Like remembered promises,
You
As if cave in stormy weather,
Like the seven directions,
You
*Me Love *You Too
Written for you know who,
Because my baby it's you.
My HP Poem #183
© Atul Kaushal
Yes, It's My Heart,
So It Did Use To Beat For Me,
But Not Now - Not Now - Not Now.
Now It Beats For You.
My HP Poem #185
© Atul Kaushal
you are birdsong
you are moonlight
you are white snow
you are rippling cornstalks
you are rolling hills
you are the sun setting behind the mountains
you are morning air, and dew
you are a ripple in a quiet lake
you are refracted light in a flowing stream
you are a bed of lilacs warmed by the sun

you are beauty
beauty is you
for emma
The moment I saw you
It was if
I had never seen another woman in my life
Like all the other women
I had known before
Melted into one person
And quietly stepped out the backdoor of my memory
I was aware both by the amount of children in the world
And the amount of drinks being bought by other men at bars
That there were in fact other women
But not for me, the moment I saw you
They all became faded images in someone else’s head
And in mine there you were, and still are, clear as day
Standing with drink in hand, mouth moving
And there I was, and still am, waiting for them to stop
Just so I can kiss them
Like I had, and have, never seen lips before.
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