I am a gemini so i must have two faces
And i guess that is true
Smile now cry later they say
I’ll cry later in my room.

Pretty faces all around dont let them see,
I cry in front of the mirror as my other face leaves with my makeup wipe.

Im sad but you must have guessed that now.
You know cause ive made it blantly clear,
Yet my family and friends dont suspect a thing.
They dont see that im as fake as can be.

Its not ones fault but mine, cause no one wants a pretty girl with a dark side.
Smile now cry later they said.
I guess thats how it’ll be

nothing-

the world is filled with nothing

the seeds and the roots are growing

being high above everyone breathing

the world is nothing

the summer is suppose to be eventful and funner
but there are places but hot weather
and children suffering

the winter is for the trees to freeze
but the human being works in all weather
how can you stop something from moving

life is nothing

how about the person walking in the rain
when ur in the car just passing

everyone says im thankful for what i cherish
but dont have much for themselves
not even a parent to chat with.

life is nothing

but everything is supposed to be amazing with what they look at
you never think about the person looking at it
they could be witnissing someone success and wishing to grab it

its a shame jeoulousy is an emotion
because everyone has the same potential
but see's someone else and wonders how to do it.

art being a subject is a lie
every day if you look closely
you'll realise everything has to be alive

life is nothing

why do i walk with depression
because in my mind someone is getting messed with

still a world of hate
and a world of fake peace

life is nothing
and people take advantage to breathe

life is nothing
and this is so blantly any eye can see

life is nothing
but filled with you and me.

how can you say you have faith in me while i dont have faith in myself
you're pushing your everything into somethings just because you want to help
but sometimes life is nothing so just be another book on the shelf.

my writing will never be **** but impressions
and i guess i have to take this as another life lesson

that i am truly blessed with being in the center of everything so perfectly connected.

life is nothing
mostly motion
that noone even notices

life is nothing
can't even try to control it

life is nothing
but the boatship in the titanic
and your thoughts being washed up on the surface

i hate how it might be a crime by the way im thinking
like im listening to the radio
or is it just a redcording

life is not nothing
-MXS3PH

The same breath
Used to pray and say thank you Lord
Is the same breath used blasphemously
To cuss people out and let anger
And hurtfully hateful words come out
Mostly to hurt people back
Who inflicted painful acts or words first
And people who
Blantly disrespects kindness
And life's worth...

Strange State
This world is a hell to dwell my friend
The tricks remain the only feasible trend
The common understood policy is to bend
Sheer hypocrisy my friend is the only blend
Humain rights are molested to just defend
To cater for melancholy may just impend
To know all about let us try to comprehend
This is all which is to be blantly condemned
Let be fair in trouble to understand to resolve
This can not happen unless we just fully involve
Love with sincerity remains useful to dissolve
Beauty of all actions should fairly just convolve
It needs transfer of power to initiate to devolve
What is unresolved must be resolved with resolve
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Sept 2020 Love Remains

SPEECH LESS
(for B. B.)

The page looked at me
blankly.

The words gathered
inside my head

but refused to
come out.

'Sorry mate...
we're on strike! '

'But why...? '
I cried.

'Do I have to spell it out
for you? '

'Write...write...write! '
'That's all you do! '

'You 'ave us up
all ****** night
it just ain't right! '

'No...I...don't! '
I lied...blantly.

'Oh...who was that scentence
I saw you with last night? '

'That was no sentence...that was
my haiku! '

'And those poor vowels
...the howls! '

'Look, mate...we're consonants
so we can take it but

...a vowel's a vowel! '

'Now, it's just
our luck
that we're gone & got
ourselves an Irish poet

who is prone
to a little

internal vowel
rhyme! '

'Assonance! '
I said.

'Bless you Guv but
I don't cares wot you'se call it! '

'All we hear all night long is
O...E...I...U! '

And with that
they left

the whole ******
alphabet

abseiling out of my head
marching down
my forearm

the whole ****** platoon
now on my patella

now turning at the door
saying: 'See ya fella! '

'Call yourself...call yourself
a ****** poet! '
they jeered

'We're off to Bryan Baker's
head! '

'Now...there's a poet! '

Slam!

The door was silent.

They were gone.

I was... ...I was

...speech-less!