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Sacrelicious Mar 2012
Yeah,
I'll keep walking this tight rope.
But if I lose my balance and fall at the very hieght
of all my built up fears,
I pray someone will catch me.
Here's to free falling into the arms of love.

My standards exceed this world, I want to meet angels.

I never thought the winds of time would blow you away and leave me here
six blocks away
from where this endeavor all began.
I am the left overs of a life ended early.
My reflection is a ghost splashed with some life.
Awkward.

Love is free,
love is blind,
love will eat you up
and spit you out.
As soon as the next best thing comes a long.
Hell yeah, lets drink to that.
Matthias Mar 2011
My life a potted plant.
I grow only to stop in mid-hieght.
Roots hitting end on an un-penetrable wall.
The daffodils say life is easy,
But how could it not be when it's this basic.
We humans are erasing existence of humans ..
The killing of animals have shadows of humans..
We are erasing Silk, Cotton, khadi ...
Kids now don't like the taste of natural honey..
Eating of fruits they know not, drinking fruits is what they like.. Home cooked hot food is becoming rare now..
Bringing parcel of food is becoming common now..
TV, Mobile, Computer, FM, takes 16 hours a day now,
Kids getting a digital notebook is becoming common now..
Humans now don't have time to ponder,
Humans are becoming slave of man made things...


To plant trees in empty land is no one's pass time
To visit a zoo or feed an animal does not fit in the 16 hours slavery,
To invite relatives is yearly event..
To have meeting with friends is limited on FB WhatsApp or Instagram..
To walk, to hear birds chirping is just like a dream,
But humans are busier than they were before..

Kids are growing indoors.. And not outdoors..
There hieght is also changing from length to breadth..
0-10 yrs kids have thr brains growing,
What ever they easy, what ever they do they remember for rest of thr lives..
Walking, laughing, thinking, playing, eating, they learn in this age,
Irony is Mother's career and Father s promotion is also at peak in this age of theirs.
Knowingly unknowningly we are stunting the growth of young minds,
In the hands of video games was are cremating future of tomorrow..

We humans are erasing existence of humans..
We humans are erasing existence humans!!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
*(Khadi - a type of fabric wooved in India, made famous by Gandhiji)

Original had fb and email, changed email to WhatsApp and Instagram... Though I think at least email was better.. :)

I wrote this one in 2010.....
But it still holds true even now... I guess more now than before.

*This one is English translated from my original Hindi one.
Tashea Young Dec 2016
His words takes me to that beautiful place
The place where his words are like
Love's arms of warm embrace.
And Like Sweet Nectar of honey I must have a taste.
His words grows a Blissful smile upon my face
His words are like a Boost to my immunity
His words are like the equivalent to Vitamin C
His words pack Calcium like Vitiamin D
His words Promotes the Sunlight Sparkling for all see
His words are like herbal Tea
Therapeutic like therapy.
Our conversations Suspends me in estacy

I was as cold as a winters freezing night
Then he approached me in way that was so polite
I was literally standing still but my heart took flight
To a new demention to a new hieght
Man I felt like I was flying high as if I were his kite
His Expression of phrases fromulated a Euphoric picture in my spiritual and physical sight.
I swear I tried so hard to fight
But when he spoke to me his words became the heat and I melted me like ice
I wish i could have relived that moment twice
The things he would say were as beautiful as The sun setting upon The San Francisco Bay.
His Statements stops the time in the middle of the day.
This Man is the Very person for whom I silently did pray.

His words compliments me just as the Cocoa Butter nourishing and healing the Imperfections of my complexion So Like lotion the more we talk the more he rubs it in.

His Messages are so powerful that when he speaks I am complelled to feel Humble and meek.
Is this the peak at which His Intellectual geek is Attracted to my Spirtual freak discovered by the Sensational vibes we both seek?
His words soften my heart like silk sheets
Yet are as smooth as a leather jacket so sleek...
His Words are The Vibes that I crave One of A kind and So Unique........
I wrote this poem about a guy That gives me these Sensational Vibes.... I hope he reads it!
Mohd Arshad Apr 2015
If you light upon
On the way to your destination
When winter is at the hieght of bloom
An orphan, a hollowed man or anyone
Offer him a blanket to **** his shivering
And if he burns, in summer, in the heavenly blaze
Open your umbrella over his bubbling head
And don't forget to water his choked throat

Hail to the guests
Kith and kin and all
As a fiancé is done at her home
Or a sibling, aloof for livelihood,
Makes a comeback after swan years

Speak softly and gently
And let the petals blow on your lips
And speak as the innocent does
Wear smile when the neighbour knocks
Though in the day or after evening fall
And of a bit of favour begs
Notes (optional)
Uchechi Eze Sep 2016
25th august, 2016.
   I am not mute; I am one who writes things I feel in a spellbound manner.
I am not dumb; I speak so loud through the words i scribble down.
i am not fragile or mild; i am the bravest man alive. For only thr
bravest dare to write how they truely feel without minding who reads.
I am not full of flaws; I make mistakes so i can learn from it and
rise to a greater hieght.
I am not the villian; I am the hero who seeks to protct you from the
unknown through my words.
I am not the dictator; I am the light to the masses for i am both
leader and slave.
I am not just character and pages; I am creator of a world you live
in through imagination of my pages.
I am not a literary excuse for being a waste to humanity; I am with
gifted hands, holding firm the light of truth and just, directing to
the right path.
I am not just another madman on the streets; I am the most san person
with so many vast interpretations.
i am not a trouble maker or a vagabound with no use; I am just a
peace maker who seeks right what is wrong.
I can exist in times and places I choose to because I am who I am
  I AM A WRITER1
AngLe Aug 2017
Down cobbles rose garland sways
still sweeet fox pollon
seep down alley ways
exhaust for-seen resource in shadow

wisk e-hers tinber lit darkness - ray-linear  
Ultra violet ultra steep
o wains and candles
tis summer gleam & beneath tomorro unseen
O castle ablaze let side leave wake till dawn day breaks drawn arrow

Sea Aparts nor seperated dose stars leaves flower beswayed fairy
rings set... pon cusion
Jestered not geer'd ad-sole speech
Healerrs only hear to kKill
And angels hide in coast drift demons
and darkness impervise light

Sweet to kindle
Awe lonely hears
swoop and fain in wistle of nestle

math to flame
crossed goldenfields than adorn
& Spaninsh crux+, shall meet morn

settle anew conflict
will decide on hieght brother
conduct fist to system a sword
yours Shall swing on daymakers eventual deprive
bell to chime and hymm see rise & yawns

— The End —