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Heaven is on earth

When you are away from my side
I felt like the hell is on  earth,
When you slowly touched  my body
I felt like first rain in the desert,
When you lightly kissed on  my lips
I felt like the first dewdrops on grass
When you lied down on my bed side
I felt like  sea *******  the  shore
When you pulled down  to embrace
I felt like moonlight driped into dark
When we both shared life together
I felt that heaven is on earth


WILLIAMSJI
www.williamsji.com
www.moonmakers.com
www.will­iamsmaveli.com
Reviewer: Mrs.Rosmy Joseph Ernakulam
Poetry is like an impulsive steady flow of powerful feelings in human life: it takes its origins from emotional recollections in tranquility. Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing. Williamsji’s lyrics cannot be treated as poems, but represents an image or a sketch from different angles of human life.. His writings are simple and generous. The title of his latest work “Arramviralthumbath….” (On the tip of the sixth finger) is a legendary concept of a writer’s pen, which is similar to the sixth finger used for scribbling the emotions into paper.
Never admitted to himself what a mom's pretty pet he was
Her temple of love and respect, her perky boy, with good
Grades, her scholar and a domesticated noble manners boy.

Yet, he despised her, ******* her off, later in his beard years
For laziness driped into the marrow of his every to-morrow
Always begging for at least his ancient fathers note briefcase.

So was his splendid life fulfilled with perfumes of the day
Briefly inhaled and never consumed on a precious bronze
Skin of his brilliant assistant, who lurked uncontrollably
Into his daydreams distressing him from the deep naps.

Usually taken after the joint of young male people naming
Themselves the "Liquid Seductive Democratic Wild Bunch."
Or in other words: Lovers *** Dames Wonderful Banging
Paul Hardwick May 2017
Rhythm of life
steady drip drip
reaching out on all sides
the rhythm of life
feel me in my dreams fall
never to hit the ground
life goes on
the shocking start of life
P@ul pick yourself up off the flour
Tip tap
went the life
tip this way and that
from side to side
drop
went down
tap rises up.
Nothing more stranger than dreams
Love P@ul.
Riot Jun 2014
as birds fly
across the sky
i remember how i used to fly
taking the air by the reins and riding it to the sunset

as i took you in my hand
and on my arm you flew beside me
braking barriers

and as the blood driped
i remembered how much i loved the smell of roses
but more so
i loved the touch of a thorn

on the floor in my bedroom
with nothing but my blood
and your wispers saying
"give me more"

explaining to me why i'm worthless without you
what else to do but believe it?

but i was caught in time to realize
this should not have been the end
so goodbye to my hollow bird
i can never fly again
ally Apr 2012
I walk down a dark alley to wich my conccerns looks like my past
the blood that driped down the walls felt apart of me
is this a dream
or is this really MY reality
neither can be true
but from the day i meet you
i knew this could be really true
Harumi Nov 2019
She ran, ran far away    
The ocean whispered her name
And she ran away from the problems
She made in her own head.
The tears streaked down her face
She gasped
could barely breath.
She fell, the sand all over her face  
Crawling to the waves she sobbed
The sand went in her eyes and blood driped from her nose.
She had nothing left but the ocean
She shook in the presences of the waves.
Take my body she yelled
all I want is all I need is All I need is.....
And the ocean took her.
Her lifeless body
Floating up and down the waves

— The End —