"clowned" poems
Bequeath this Honour from the Eighties' Tribe
To he who Modelled their Choice of Youth then
Synchronise! The Word our Age imbibe
Of Cool Moves, Puppies and Groovy-Pop Scent
This Innocence, Sir, which you Emulate
Through Mischief that Last Good Deed you remind
How we, though Clowned, this Party appreciate
Left printed for Cats to oogle behind
Then that Watch you wore alarmed you to Grow
And signalled your Hour to stand and be brave
Hail, Parker Soldier! Valiant Flag bestow,
Took arms with Locals and fought for our Stay.
And when you Return, those Preppie-Girls cheer
The Nerd and the Suave, Cross-Wrists with you here.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
All I ever wanted left me,
So I took it all.
All my lovers betrayed me,
So I ruined thee.
All I've ever known was subjective,
So I really knew nothing.
All my advice was selfish,
So I grinned right throughly.
I'm a wonderful caricature,
of what it means to be human.
Clowned up, and distorted,
that is the vision of me.
But worry not, fair sweet.
I'll be here as you worry and rot.
And I will feed.
I am all six circles of hell,
I am every demon.
I am the lie in the truth,
That glints so eagerly,
In the soft blue eyes of mine,
That can almost... make you feel mine.
Almost, but just out of a trance,
nay nothing ever was, just a circle,
That has never closed, just a cycle that,
has no history, impotent, yet
all consuming, I can't find the truth,
So I'll live in the lies, and they shall be,
The ties that I bind,
myself and others, delicately,
deliciously enjoying the feast,
I provide, alone, in the dark,
talking to those who live,
far far away in here, so that in my hell,
I can reside as king, and feel in control,
or an owner of something.
Yet still I awake,
stilly, I create,
These little poems on my own,
That you'll read on your own.
And you'll think, something but,
It'll be gone abruptly, as if you almost held a star,
but it twinkled unlucky.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
It is so cold and dark as gloom
I'm on the floor hog-tied and bound
The door is locked to my new room
I don't know if I will be found
I'm on the far side of the moon
Deep silence I can't hear a sound
I really thought I was immune
Even though no one was around
I think maybe it was about noon
I saw you two and my heart drowned
You were hand in hand love abloom
How on Earth could I have been clowned
My hand to my hip then the boom
You lay bleeding on the hard ground
Caught within the web of your loom
Grief and misery both abound
Tour song of love was out of tune
I weigh treachery by the pound
My heart break to you I impugn
My once kind smiling face has frowned
Horrid deeds drop me in a swoon
The gravity does me astound
You will be buried this afternoon
A grave and tomb will you impound
The green-eyed monster sealed my doom
But why, why did you so confound
A love, a life so opportune
My feelings for you so profound
A cuckold pathetic buffoon
Alas no peace have I found
Here on the far side of the moon
Here on the floor hogtied and bound
You lay bleeding on the hard ground
Caught within the web of your loom
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
figure it out idiom
to be could idiot be
or not quite be so sprite
ethically epic athlete to be
coming up one at a time
please line up London
tower clowned stop
peek left or right ask
what bus cut the chicken head
like scissors sent cat head twirling
mad crossing the street did not make it
on came bus wheel tire sliced fair and clear
head came whirling down the drain trough
rolling on the road tire marked body lay shat
guts squirting out the skunk bottom
boomp bop boomp bop ghost
plop onk badonk gongho groink
lancelot tower giant sprinting fads
when city occupants are bad spanking
vacant pranksters free running a mockery
football gangs sprout middle finger up stixs
men in parliament yard brummagem a ****
front line straight to the palace chute toilet
bombing up crap opulence rosebud flushed
bowels snake bit buns stunning out on fire
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
Mona Lisa clowned
Mona Lisa frowned
Lynda said she got browned
Lynda rolling, toiling, gliding
Hitting a meeting in town.
Riding, jammin, bamming
Moonlight in the lightning
Lynda cramming, driving
Blasting to the beat...
Badass ***** hitting, smashing
Thundering in recovery
You don't do Lynda,
Maybe or
Maybe not....Dummy
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
So many has laughed,clowned,disrespected,and screamed i would fell
But i grin the biggest grin with one thought "i found myself"
So many has degraded me and basically mocked
See i stress the new me as u mock
So continue please, ya hatred is just that I'm not as ****** up as u
I made it ,I came through i am the new
The new beginning the next generation
I am the seduction the new sensation
So you did all that but look at me with naked eyes
Probably wishing hoping, yearning,i would spread ya thighs
Your even being my paparazzi wanting to kno how i did it
How i took my problems and made them smaller than bacon bits
Or how i flushed drama like i do ****
You can say I'm quick to dismiss
Things that don't matter in my head never exist
I am the real the one you want to know
I am what u wished to be but that wish never came true
So here i come to fulfill it for you
So no more laughs,disrespect, or dumb glares
See where i been ya brain couldn't even try to go there
i am better then the rest my name has been put to the test
Softly Spoken but refuse to take your mess
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
Clowning around, real near the woods
clowns on the prowl, in your neighborhood
Creepy and crazy, done up in their masks
sneaking around, clowny type tasks
Children avoid them, and do as I say
clowned princes of doom, will take you away
They don't want your presents, or birthday cake
roaming around, with mischief to make
Threats called into the local school board
film posted to YouTube, hits to be scored
Making the news, for being absurd
mental the problems, seen, and not heard
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Two poets who couldn't agree
Decided that they'd make three.
They went downtown
Clowned around
But awoke just to flee.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
So It’s CLEAR That ...“ ILLUSIONS “ ...
Are Now Being ... PROVEN ... !!!
So ... Alphabet Genders ...
Are Now The TRENDSETTERS ... !!!
From Stage To TV ....
What Was Once Freely Deemed As Being OBSCENE ...
Is Now Being Seen On ... Various Screens ... !!!
Talking of Screening ....
When It Comes To Policing Their Illusion Feeds Screaming ...
Because of The Dealings of Police With NO Feelings ... !!!
Who Really Give Beatings To Those They Be Deeming ...
To Be ... BAD Human Beings ... !!!
But Movements They’re Using PROVES That Their Illusion ...
Leads To Their ABUSING The Truth For .... MISUSING ...
Their Powers Like Cowards Who Live In DARK Towers ... !!!
Like Those ... “ HOLDING POWER “ ... !!!
Whose Truth Eludes Clues That Gives People Proof ...
WITHOUT The Illusions That Keep Them From Movements ...
Where They Stand In Court ...
Due To Lies That DISTORT ...
The Truth For Their Moves ...
That KEEEP ON DECEIVING ...
Like Paedophiles Teaching ILLUSIONS To Youth ...
That Lead To Abuse That Then Hits The News ...
Like ... Calls For Impeachment ...
That Are ******* ... By Proceedings ...
That CLEARLY NEED CLEANING ... !!!
Their Illusions KEEP Sneaking Into Their Public Readings ...
So Folks Be Believing Illusions Where Scheming ...
And Payoffs Have Leanings ...
That STOPS Evidence From Leaking ... !!!
Money Infusion Creates These Illusions ...
That Truth Is What’s Used ... Inside of Courtrooms ...
Where High Fliers Cash Is Used To Pull SCAMS ...
Where Loopholes Are Found ... Due To Dollars And Pounds ...
Instead of Strong Cases That Have ... SOLID Grounds ...
Well Right About Now ....
Illusions Surround And Drown Out The Sounds ...
of Those Who Speak Out About How We’re CLOWNED ... !!!
By Laws That Are Flawed CORRUPTED And BOUGHT ...
By ... POWERFUL Guys Whose Money Now Buys ...
FREEDOM From Truth With Water Tight Proof ... ?!?
Because They Collude With Those In Courtrooms ...
Before Things Are Heard And Public Observed ... !!!
You’re Being ABSURD To Believe What Is Stirred ...
In Pots Filled With Plots Like Those of ... Ridley Scott’s ... !!!
Confusions Polluting ...
MUCH MORE Than Young Students ... !!!!!!!!!!
They’re Dealing In ... “ TALES “ ...
For Illusions To Sail So The Truth Gets DERAILED ... !!!!!
It’s Time For LESS LOOSENESS ... !!!!!
And Corruption Where Movements Are Suitably NEUTERED ...
For These Liars To Hide ... Behind Their ......
...... “ Illusions “ ......
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Tempest triumph turmoil tomb
Seeketh life or seeketh whom
Ashes, bones lay beneath me
Humble yourself, so you can see
A wide range of locus holograms
Pinched around like metal prams
Escape none to route a way
Knuckles grit, sinking everyday
Dark puffed, stuffed grey matter
Auction solidarity is no better
Speech of silence, clouds of rain
Piercing pledging pleading pain
Thy grace, I praise as heavens open
Not above but a voice has spoken
Walk the steps downs, the voices called
Come to us, you belong to our world
Pushed dragged and pulled a few miles
Clowned faces, greet with smiles
Mummified shrouds hang like dolls
Eyes spring out like the tennis *****
Dredged with stinkful skillful spills
Rainbow colored infinite pills
Wide-eyed blinks match the flurocent
Contour light lights up the magnificent
Bridges burn birthing ashes
Torn ripped ***** worn sashes
Two hands praying, Lord save our nation
Two legs walk, it's another fashion
Rotten forgotten the limpage lives
All hands stuck in the money hives
Online tariff tragic traffic terror
Highlights viral vital error
Known unknown captured in doubts
Strapped bodies spillage by mouths
Shots of needles through my veins
End of life, foregone with pains!
©sim
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
My future was sewn in the womb
I spent the former chasing my tomb
Wondering and wishing to be a groom
Here I am now, but was it too soon
To think back to that afternoon
Where I stumbled and found truth
Whilst still in my youth
Intoxicated thinking it'll soothe
The pain I made myself loathe;
No, I've aged and I've grown
I should know, that I should own
These mistakes that I've crowned,
And the hatred that I've vowed
To these thoughts of an entire crowd
So here I am, back where I clowned
My own love and heartbreak
To one stupid little mistake
Which led to my rebate
So here I am, still stupid and young
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
1
Last night dinner
with four couples
points out the difficulties in living together
and apart.
Even the
son of a wealthy doctor, disdainful of
inebriates more artificial than the moon,
full, full of joy for humanity
and life
suffers deepening depressions
like the mist outside a lamplight.
It was a good restaurant
expensive but comfortable
in the alternate life-style way
the cook was a hairy
talented clown
and we clowned though beneath each
facade
was turmoil and decay.
We lay
like bones in a boneyard
and find joy (I do anyway)
in the bone dance
to bone music.
2
Without a thought for slash fuel
or deer, the mist
deepens and deteriorates upon
the mountain. The mountain
completely unaware
of its greenness. The ice
is centuries old.
A red-tailed hawk
floats above the unit
observes what small mammals, bones
are in the clearcut
Awaits
the moment
to strike
or fades away almost
silent as the mist. I dream
of it, though I am awake
among my co-workers, the bullet
system zinging cut logs down
to the road, firewood.
3
Pardon
me you mountains
for coming to the edge
without mystical knowledge
or belief, only love and wrinkled
eyes for the women and men who
light the fires and wield the chain saws,
drive the cat, swing the ax, I
completely laugh among them like a god
yes, although my face is a mask of hate
and pain, what god does not come to this field
of flowers out of fear and confusion and chains
product of the hard anvil and hot engine
of human history.
This duality, these arm-breaking dualities
this volcanic eruption erupting from some
confluence of beheaded forces, one
powerful with eternity, one
blinding with intensity, meet
and in the middle is me.
It’s slicker'n two wet snots out there today,
my crew boss warns,
mind yr bones.
Life bests my best synthesis of it
so I pray
for a happy combination
of sun and mist.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
This is the story of Jennifer Rune
Thought she could carry a tune
Sang for a dollar, a dance, or a light
Down at the old Purple Moon
Handing her flowers and pushing his mite
Dapper man, Harry D. Sykes
He clowned around with her, dancing all night
Under the colorful lights
Saturday night they would line up the block
Waiting to dance, with delight
All the king's horses, with all of their gear
Wanting the queen of the night
Enter a girl at the old Purple Moon
Butter Jane Mary Moonlight
You'll never hear her name mentioned again
Look for it, don't look for it twice
One night a girl with a rose at the Moon
Promised ol' Harry a flight
Spinning in air while the room settled in
Floating with eyes upon eyes
Lifting her gently, they floated in air
Forever being in glide
Never not knowing they both were the one
For each other, for life
Jennifer Rune cut a tooth at The Moon
What comes around went around twice
She's growing old at the old Purple Moon
Harry and Mary are tied
You too, can come to the old Purple Moon
It's down on Prospect, near Vine
Open 'til two o'clock during the week
Three o'clock Saturday night
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Memory tilts the senses,
like a bad night, or a good drink.
The places we go change around us,
forming consistently thickening walls
of cognitive remembrance.
At the bar there is the table where
I sat the first time, with people I just met,
and faces I soon forgot. They are there still,
at the bar, as am I, painted in landscape,
watercolors across canvas.
I danced with you there, same bar,
and you looked up at me with wet,
sparkling eyes and laughed as I made a fool
out of myself for you. We are there as real
as I feel anything, still tainted with the emotion
of that moment.
Drunk, we fought, and the cold taste of that
***** water as it cascaded down my face
is as painful then as it is laughable now.
My friends were shocked and they clowned
me as you stormed off. I didn’t chase you
though I should have.
Memory tilts the senses.
Altering the perception and
introducing bias to the most
casual of environments.
I cannot walk the town in which
I have lived without seeing you.
It cannot be good for the soul to
live in one place too long.
Inevitably, experiences blur together
until there is no place safe from recognition.
It isn’t good. The walls of memory close in and the
prison cell shrinks around us, suffocating us,
forcing us to walk the long way home just to
avoid the restaurant where we went on
our first date.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
You blazed the trail
And smoothed the path
For those who followed
In your aftermath
So I thought I’d just ask
How arduous was that a task
As I hail you and raise my glass
It’s in your memory that I do bask
Your chapter’s closed finally at last
Thank God that you
Picked up your pen
And wrote down words
Especially when
It wasn’t easy at all way back then
So I admire you in ways I can't express friend
And I aspire to be like you
Is the message I send
Much like you
I came from the town
Where Paul Revere
Rode up and down
Warning tjat the British were around
So your accent had a certain sound
That only in Bostonians can be found
Which might be the reason you were clowned
That notwithstanding
You indeed persevered
And tolerated those who talked and stared
Until all obstacles had been cleared
You were smarter than you appeared
And always was what they most feared
A thinking black man who wasn’t scared
One with an intellect uniquely prepared
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
The poor get poorer everyday
And corporations have their way
Congress seems to have no sway
While lobbyist hold them at bay
We are tired of bein’ clowned
And told that wealth trickles down
That rationale's proven unsound
Because it never reaches ground
Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on
The Constitution’s been destroyed
Our troops are always redeployed
We now do what we should avoid
Cos terror’s has us paranoid
And here’s the thing I always feared
Once your name has been smeared
There's no chance of it being cleared
And you can literally be disappeared
Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on
One percent have all the loot
While ninety-nine shines their boots
And Congress appears in cahoots
With history majors like the Newts
Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on
Job creators? Where they at?
I just see ‘em getting’ fat
It’s high time they come to bat
And lay those jobs out on the mat
But fat chance that just won’t happen
Long as most of us are nappin’
Pretty soon we’ll all be strapping
And our guns will soon be clappin’
Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on
The poor get poorer everyday
And corporations have their way
Congress seems to have no sway
While lobbyist hold them at bay
We are tired of bein’ clowned
And told that wealth trickles down
That rationale’s proven unsound
Because it never reaches ground
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
When Your Chip Stack is Down...
On Whom Can You Count...
To Do Right By You... ???
When It Comes To Food...
And Giving You Proof...
That You Do Matter Too... ?!?
Instead of Run Chatter...
That Proves Their Talk’s Loose...
When Things Start To Get TOUGH...
Who Will REALLY STEP UP...
And Get Past Arguments... !?!
Instead of Behave...
Like A Selfish Ingrate...
Who Will NOT Share A Plate...
To Make Sure You’re Okay...
Because Heads Will Make Claims...
About What They Will Do...
When Everything’s COOL...
But When BIG Pressures Lick...
Their Lips Become Zipped...
And Their Actions EXPOSE...
How Much Love That They Hold...
When Their Comfort Zones Blown...
It’s A SAD Thing To See...
But It’s... REALITY... !!!
From These BIG Companies...
That Are Full of NICE SPEAK...
When They WANT YOUR MONEY...
But Are Quick To Retreat...
When Their Customers Need...
To Receive Help... QUICKLY... !!!
You’ll SUDDENLY See...
A LACK of... URGENCY... !!!
From Power To Water...
We’re Just Lambs To Be Slaughtered... !!!
For Corporate Hoarders...
And Figurehead Leaders...
Who Are Just Pretty Speakers... !!!
Until It Is Time...
For THEM To Provide...
Some Proof That Their Talk...
Is... MORE Than Just Talk... !!!
And That THEY’LL SACRIFICE...
To Save Poor Peoples’ Lives...
BEFORE Lining Their Pockets...
To Avoid Seeing Problems...
Like Being... Insolvent... !!!
From Leaders To Bosses...
Their Talk’s Mostly Nonsense...
When It Comes To Losses...
And Prices NOT Dropping... !!!
And As For Your... “ Friends “...
Well You’ll Soon Get To See...
Who Your Friends TRULY BE...
When They Have Family...
Who They Need To Protect... !!!
Will You Be Brothers Then... ?!?
Or... Sisters And Queens...
Or Will You Just Be...
An UNWANTED Problem... !?!
So You Need To Be Wise...
With Whom You Align...
Because You May Find...
That Their Talk Is Designed...
To Make You Feel Like...
They’ll Treat You The Same...
As Those Bearing Their Name...
Until They’ve EARNED Your Trust...
You Should NOT Expect Much...
From Anyone Talking...
As If YOU’RE IMPORTANT...
To How THEIR LIFE Runs... !!!
People Will Make CLAIMS...
Pretty Much... EVERYDAY... !?!
To CONVINCE THEMSELVES...
That They’ll Be Quick To Help...
And Sometimes They Do...
Which REALLY Is COOL... !!!
But DON’T You Be Fooled... !!!
From People Who Lead...
To Your OWN Family...
Promises Made...
Are NOT Promises KEPT... !!!
And DON’T EVER FORGET... !!!
That The Label of Friends...
Goes WAY BEYOND Talk... !!!
It’s About A LOT MORE... !!!
So BEFORE You Get Clowned...
By A Sweet Talking Mouth...
Who’s Quick To Suggest...
That They’ll Do What Is Best...
For YOU In... Times of Need...
Make Sure Their Loyalty...
Doesn’t Feed Off Money...
Or... HAVING To AGREE...
With The Things THEY Believe...
Because MANY Will SHOUT...
About... Helping You out...
When Tough Times Come Around...
But AREN’T... Easily FOUND...
“ When Your Chip Stack Is Down“
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC
There wasn't much I could do because like she said, "the damage is already done".
My efforts would be as time-wasting as a little mouse trying to eat a hawk, but I still tried.
This person had snatched her life away, for every stroke brought her closer to her death
Stroke number one weakened her identity
Stroke number two erased her identity
Stroke number three made her feel worthless
And before there was time for another stroke, she was convinced that she was worthless
Voice had no voice, for its mouth was being covered by every time she pleadingly and repeatedly cried "no"
She finally understood what girls she clowned on felt when insisting "no means no"
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
A life free of strife..
Without having to live on the edge of a knife..
That should be perfect,
We did things we regret,
Things we cannot forget,
But life goes on,
And we're never done..
Things we missed will come back again,
Yesterday's memories will drive us insane..
But what's life without ups and downs?
Sometimes we'll be crowned,
Sometimes we'll be clowned,
All this to set us apart from the crowd..
You can't be appreciated by everyone,
Cause you can't be anyone..
You may not be their star,
But at least you ain't faking who you are..
People will come and go,
The worth keeping ones you'll get to know,
Cause this is how it goes..
You'll get adapted to their yes's and no's,
But who to lose?
You can never choose..
And those who wanna stay,
To you? Will always pave their way..
And no matter what your situation, they who do,
will never ask for something new,
But will help you through❤️
For sure there's only a few,
But even if there's only one, it worths it if the feelings are true❤️
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
it is the portion of night
when you have this tendency to write
so many feelings to fight
and many memories of delight.
words flown
and seeds of thoughts were sown
Many memories to mourn
still some happiness are clowned.
it is the portion of night
where our stars shine
moon fills up with light
and dreams are mine.
so at this point in night
sleep sits beside me with pride
talks about life beyond my sight
after all of this I silently cried.
shashank mishra
([email protected])
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
The kids were busy
Chasing a lazy clown
Running in their sneakers
To grab the golden crown
The clown then frowned
From underneath the table
Scaring away the kids
Then ran to a nearby stable
Luring each kid one by one
The serial killer, all clowned
Most kids went missing
Their bodies were drowned
A search count was made
Ten bodies were found
The atmosphere was sad
But the clown was not around...
©sim
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories
Earlier today...upon
setting feet out a side door,
a refreshingly cool rain
washed away present woes,
and ushered auld lang syne,
sans mine earlier childhood quatrain
such as the incy wincy spider sung
(way out of tune) by
my then young mum,
yet clear as day she evinced
unabashed loved simply and plain,
which cherished rarely
jogged memory main,
lee lost in sigh burr space,
perhaps arising some
where (over the rainbow...)
in toto within my midbrain
ah...methought, how perfectly spontaneous
I spunkily danced down
Drury (er rather Lantern) Lane
sudden recollection of real or
feigned salad days of yore
blessedly carefree, innocently naive,
which elapsed many a score
years ago poked thru consciousness
so vividly, despite
at nineteen and four
tee Earth's orbitz ago,
hence summarily explore
thyself as an adorable boy around
'pon the onset of incipient curiosity
(i.e. preschooler),
aye did unexpectedly bound
forth like a midsize dog ecstatic
to greet her/his master,
the latter played and clowned
with four legged woman's/
man's "best friend,"
where non verbal
communication did expound
volumes of unconditional mutually
symphonic, sympathetic, and symbiotic
couched make believe buddies
never abandoned me always around:
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
It was evening, time for sunset,
I walked slowly fatigued, burdened and upset.
I noticed three men imitating me, standing abreast.
They were dressed exactly the way I was dressed.
With anger and disgust I frowned.
Copying my expression they clowned.
Holding my head I looked at them with a smile.
They smiled back at me replicating my style.
Now I understood how they imitated me with perfection.
I was beside a mirror shop and those three were my reflection.
I walked forward with a wonderful thought.
with the help of pen for you all I have brought.
People around us are like our reflection,
hate with hate and love with love they will reflect with perfection.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC