football is fun football is great,
pads and pants geting ready,
for the big game,waiting ,thinking
finnaly  time for the game,
cheerleaders cheering,fans screaming,
kickoff is hear now as he kicks it,
its in the air, i tackel him to the groud
we start on defense maby will win we will try

It's sad that

The only time

You promise not to fight

Is when

Your mother

Is being hoisted into the groud

In a cardboard box

Isn't it?

Jumping, jumping, jumping
My feet leave the groud
Trying to stay grounded
Like a stag that keeps bumping
Their head

On a tree

While I sit on the branches
Reaching out to catch your dreams
But I know I'm only dreaming
And there are no second chances
Just the knowledge that you're



gone

The thing will remain the same
Truth will remain as it is,
the same,
it won’t change.

The thing will remain the same
Facts will remain as facts
Facts will remain the same
Facts won’t change.

Need of hour remains the issue
Need of hour needs to be addressed
Over a period of time need of hour will gain all the groud and significant importance
Definitely it’s priorities that matter the most
Priorities come first
Rest will follow later on after priorities are followed,
since priorities are the one that always come first.

I'm empty
but filling slowly up
with self hate
why would anyone love me
when I don't love myself
I don't respect myself
I don't even see anything of me to respect
my stomach isn't flat
my thighs rub together
and my arms are disgusting
my sides are lumpy
and I'm short
                                                  I gag at myself in the mirror
how could I be so disgusting
no wonder no one wants me
no wonder I lay alone every night
the only presence I have is death
because it looms like possibilities

I want someone to want me
to say it's okay that you don't
like yourself, because I love
everything about you
I want someone to help
I need help
help convincing myself
I'm worth living
I'm worth trying

this counselling **** does nothing
******* prove to me I'm worth something
and not just a hole in the groud
tell me I'm beautiful
even though I won't believe it
I'll believe the look in your eyes

someone
help me
someone
love me

Oh, how great would it be
To fall so deeply in love
With the sky,
The clouds
Go out of their way
And firm up,
Netting themselves over the
Heavens,
In the hopes
To shelter me
From hitting
The solid groud.

The world turns within and without you
Though contains you, does not limit you.

I am one, I am all -but
A messenger of lies
Or a masked carbon copy
Or a vessel planted to the cold groud,
Though do not abandon my roots.

I am a passion filled star beaming towards the earth
Conditioned far beyond conformity
Listen close, don't be blinded by aesthetic beauty

My words, there lies the message
You are free
Free from machine
The mechanism will function within or without you.

Chemistry and Timing have been enemies since before time began
Chemistry pushed us together, while Timing dragged us apart, for he had another plan.
But it was Fate that ended the war once and for all
Fate stepped in and it was the beginning of your downfall.

She stepped in among us, making her presence known,
she stood tall and proud, not a hint of pity shown.
As she sauntered towards you, a determined look in her eyes
that's when the horror struck me as I began to realize.

She wrapped her slender fingers around your wrist and began to walk away
and you walked off with her, although I begged you to stay.
You showed no sign of sorrow and you didn't look back,
and you didn't even see me fall to my knees crying, as my heart began to crack.

Yes, it was Fate that ended the war for good.
She took you away from me like you always knew she would.
I knew you and I weren't forever, but I never expected our story to end so abruptly.
I laid on the groud, helpless, and whispered your name softly.

Now I stand at your grave, and weep as my eyes fall on your name.
My heart aches and my chest is heavy from the untolerable pain.
I fall to my knees once more as the warm tears steadily fall,
Chemistry and Timing stand with me, defeated and broken.
Fate has won this war, Fate has crushed us all.

Thinly spread like ice sheets in the arctic sea; look through and see the deep depths of ocean water blue, tap tap tap and leave a crack.

Spreading thin and far, encompassing a continent with the chill of realizing spreading thin the way I do leaves me tiptoeing across, tripping on a crack and breaking all the way through.

Chills down my spine, hypothermia creeps in quick and I grapple for solid groud but thin ice can't hold me now, nor did it ever.

Vast and thin left me falling in and now I can't swim, ice blue depths **** me in and all the lights grow dim.

When I'm not content
In my skin,
I identify with
My animal kin.
I think outside
The box,
Can be as sly
As the fox,
Sturdy as the ox.
I'll be resilient
As a rat,
Or purr and prowl
As a cat.
I'll be small
As flies on walls,
Avoiding webs,
Hearing all.
Be as stubborn
As a mule,
Laugh like hyenas,
Look like the fool;
When I lack
Self-confidence,
My wise old hoots
Can make more sense.
Once she goaded
Me to fight;
But I stood my groud,
Like a deer in lights.
At times I'm gentle
As a lamb,
Or slippery as an eel;
And if I find you need hope,
I'll be tethered like a goat.
If I don't get my fair share,
I'll not be your Pooh bear.
When I'm pleased to share my share,
I'll give my all, den and lair.
Should you find
Your world callous,
I'll share the milk
Of human kindness.
I'll spread my wings,
See me soar,
And claw my way
Back to humanity.

you looked at me and the sky turned pink
the groud turned peach
savoring the moment without a single blink
the colors become distinctive, aware of each
my knees began to shake
the walls turned blue
who knew you could take
my breath away again, deja vu


© L.F

Low in the dirt
You find me mourning
The loss of my soul
Gone with no warning
Deep inside the grass
I weep
Wondering if anyone listens
To me as I speak
The voice of a rodent so small
I wonder if I'm even seen at all
I'm a tree with no leaves
A sky with no clouds
I'm alone in the dirt
Low in the groud

There was a neon angel, that seemed to be close

I grasped my hands around the lights, like a moth to the moon

I felt the warmth of the glow, the feeling of completion

I felt a cold, like a knife on my spine

That angel seemed to fly away

And I seemed to be sinking in the groud

And the world grew grey

And I lost some flesh

As the world, seemed to be slipping

From my axis

String In Spring
Spring has set in flowers are blooming all around
Fragrance reinvigorates my spirits and reminds me
When you and me were hand to hand on groud
But our passions and sentiments were like vast sea  
The colours of flowers were increasing colour of beauty
Your eyes were sparkling ,cheeks were beautifuuly red
You were from the paradise flaming in allfounts of duty
Sweet whisers were there to communicate all unsaid
Oh sweet blooming Spring bring my heart solace along
I can't survive with her I am waiting in sheer curiosity
Let in this Spring I tell to my love that to her I do belong
Lov is anxiously waiting to beauty for her gegeirosity
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright March 2021 Love Remains

A crowd
Standing
Caught between groud and sky

Time weaves around the steel stairs
And through the golden light

Melting into the colours of the runway

I turn from the static fumes
To see these streaks of shadow and afternoon light



Perhaps it shall be the moment we remember
As we fall from the sky with flames for hair

Or perhaps it shall never cease



I moved without motion
Rising into the light

And saw us standing on the stair
Small and temporary

And so I flew
On the wings of aluminium angels
Into the clouds

And saw
In the blazing light
A non-existent city on the horizon

I wonder how this cold, cold winter night
differs from death
twin sisters parted at birth;
one fixed and waited for,
other uncertain and feared
both mixing up their definitions

Numbness of my hand, my feet;
first a painful cold gust,
then a painless colder one
current under skin, fire in bones.
then you start to loose the sensation of cold
finger by finger, every vessel giving in
every muscle shuddering alone
so alone, so alone, so alone
your body could split asunder
how can the cold hurt you then
you've become a part of it

"peace at last" you whisper to night
but for how long, love, how long?
a mere second for
soon your blood will tire
your blazed heart vanquishing from its own ice
your teeth will turn on each other in desperation
hammer upon hammer and the battle will begin

"slow down, shut down" you plead to your aching body
so she does and
you lie still, snow casketing your being
soon you blend in with the dirt
but how long will you play the dead?
how long before you get it?
the twin is not coming
the night's cold but so's her sister
she isn't here, she doesn't pity

how long will you hope for her?
bandage the bruise, there's too much blood to bleed,
back away from the fall, put down the pistol,
untie the choker of rope, drain away the pills,
get off the bridge, step out the fire
you don't deserve an escape
you don't matter enough

soon this winter will sail away
and all your sins will be uncovered by the decaying snow
soon the sun will come out
tell me, how will you survive that light?
how to prevent your skin from cracking to shards
you're not numb, love, you only pretend to be
you're not dying, love, you aren't that lucky

you're not stuck but it doesn't matter
for you'll always find a way to prove against it
you'll build up a barricade around your chest
and cry out how painful it is to breathe
you'll dig your own grave and lie down dead
but dying won't **** you
you built up your fort and crushed it to groud
lit up a fire, watched your wings vanish to dirt
you're not stuck but it doesn't matter
you'll always find a way to tie up your hands

I'd let this winter freeze you to death
you'd reborn
I'd let the summer melt you away
you'd reborn
I'd call out to death, let her take you along
you'd reborn
you're reborn and die and reborn and die
and reborn and--

you'd die
"peace at last"
reborn.