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The sound of our names begin with a -kuh
It clicks off my tongue with a je ne sais quoi 
My body it tingles with the prance of your song
It quivers in the silence of a home in the wrong
But together we swim in the warm summer sky
Where all the dirt is washed away as we fly
You are the wings of my butterfly self
The only treasure that truly brings me wealth
My heart longs for your touch 
And it desires your kiss that holds so much
Baby you're the song to my soul
Lover of mine in all that is whole
So let's share the syllables of ourselves
And be one book on all the shelves
is a trap
that i don't want to die in
a bag of bones that i have
to lie in
A weeping willow grows inside to take the place of me
For I cannot identify with any other tree
With branches frayed and leaves to clothe my sappy human bark
I cling to roots that planted me before I made them dark
And so I wait, my patience worn, til seasons pass us by
And bring you back to water me with saltiness divine
Open up your cloudy sky and let yourself come down
You need to know that all this time you've nursed my shallow ground
I'm ready now, much more than I have ever been before
And your delay solidifies the rings within my core
title inspired by a song by Future of Forestry - Horizon Rainfall
I saw these neighbourhoods
I grew up in these neighbourhoods
I saw these streets
I grew up in these streets
I lived passed them… sort of
I didn't end up in jail, a ******… or deceased
Still, whenever I walk through them today... I feel at home
A sense of belonging
A nostalgic longing…
To remain here forever
But realize that forever would be too long
I would be fed up by month number five
Getting high every day… getting into fist fights
That was no way to live a life
It was just about getting through the day…
Survive
Exist
Eat
Be alive
These things are very different from living
Because the devil that gives you certain heights… compliments them with issues
And he just keeps on giving
I see the junkies, a hardened lot
Taking their ‘cut’ from the public service vehicles plying their route
And woe be unto the tout that refuses to pay
For these scavengers get vicious, they scratch, punch… and loot
I call them scavengers because that’s what they seem like… true
But as I look into the crowd, their ‘gang’, I realize that I know one of them… actually two
They cross over to me; we bump fists… a way of greeting
We’re still ‘boys’, but if I were to describe them now as ‘wayward’?... Fitting
I cannot do that though
We may have taken different paths in life, but there was a time when we hang together
A time when we were young, running around these streets and I called this place home
Now, what sort of man would I be if I just upped and forgot where I came from?
*For the record, I never did that hard stuff... wasn't that dumb...
Sometimes I just don’t know…
What to say when she asks
Sometimes I just don’t know
She needs to quit giving me these tasks
Quit making my mind spin, trying to think of an answer
I wonder... if we switched places, would she be able to answer the same question she’d asked me if I had asked her?
So
The truth is
Sometimes I just don’t know
Why we are where we are
Why over-night I seemed to be distant… far
Why I don’t seem to see her like the moon, like a star
Anymore
I still haven’t come up with an answer thus far
I’m not trying to be heartless, but there are too many things to ‘take care of’
To be distracted by infatuation… or lack thereof
I might have gone overboard right there
Yes, that was an over-****
But whenever she asks me if it is over… I’m thinking…
‘I just don’t know, I really don’t… but our friendship isn't over...
Chill.’
That moment when you know you should have an answer or an explanation... but you just don't have one. We've all been there...
The snowman to the scarecrow, “Hahahaha you’re just a stick figure…. and your hair’s straw.”
The scarecrow to the snowman, “Watch who you talk about whenever you open your mouth, for all the coldness in your words will still melt to the ground along with you as soon as the sun comes out.”
Owned!
“You’re such a chump…” the snowman said… “…two words for your ancestry, tree stump.” the snowman said
“You’re fat… you have a carrot for a nose, and what’s up with that stupid green and red coloured hat?” said the scarecrow
Well played
“I work all year round… you’re here for a season, did you really think you could hold your ground against someone that is here for a reason?” the scarecrow added
The snowman cringed, but then had a comeback
“At least I don’t wear the same filthy clothes every day of the year… what? Are you trying to bring ‘brown’ back?”
Point for Snowman
“It’s better than being fat and going naked.” Scarecrow brought it back

Scarecrow is consistently winning right? I know… I know man!
If he made you a fan, stick around for an autograph… I will throw in mine too
For more on the war of words between these two
Watch this space for round two.
Yeah... don't ask why I wrote this or where it came from, I'm stumped too. **** voices in my head.
We
Words cannot describe,
What i feel at midnight.
Laying in bed,
Remembering the good-old-days in my head.

When you and me use to be we

When it was you and I
No one else on the side.
I want to be back in your arms
For you to hold me
Tell me I'm yours.

So why cant we break that door
And let me in once more?
I'll do better
Wont fall for another feller

'Cause all I need
Is for us to once again be we.
I thought you'd be another one
Just another person who passed by
Dropped by to say hello
But no sir,
You are so much more

I found myself for the first time
Asking,
Begging for more
So why don't you come over with me
So I wont be so alone.

Do you trust me enough to tell me your fears?
Do you love me enough to make sure we'll never fall?
Do you see all the beauty in you?
The beauty of a man?
You're perfect to me darling.
Why dont you understand?

Will you be my Prince Charming?
My Aladin?
My Erick?
Or maybe my Peter Pan?
Or maybe we can start a new fairytale,
One about an everyday woman and man.

Staring you and me
In our troubled teens
With much to worry

Will these ever happen?
What are the chances it can come true?

Maybe i question myself to much.
Do you ever find yourself doing that to?
Venting :P
Do you feel it?
You need it.
You want it.
You* have* to have it.

Taunting
Itching
Burning
It crawls.

The urge is overwhelming.
When will I give in?
I Can’t
I must

I won’t

It’s mine
It’s ours

You dominate my life.
My desires
My hopes and aspirations.

It’s yours to tell but mine to keep.

When will I be free?
To live without this monster inside of me
Free from you and your commands
Your taunts, your bragging

The day will come and don’t you worry.
The day your taste won’t be intoxicating.
Invigorating.
Inviting.

You’ll always be mine
I will never let go
Till death do us part
To the clouds we float.
I wanted to let everyone try and figure it out, but Tina, is a street name for crystal ****. I kind of tried to show this struggle between the drug and the abuser, how the drug seems to take on a persona of its own. No, I have never been addicted to crystal **** lol but writing can take you places, so I felt like a drug addict for an afternoon. Here's the finished product.
 Jan 2013 Warda Kashif
Anon C
Static
 Jan 2013 Warda Kashif
Anon C
Pretend to love my glass shards
then instead of you being cut
I am the atrocity
a friend you are not
and I see this
still I will be me
recede
why fight to be around
pretend I matter
while I sit in the background
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