"iis" poems
Bas!
Mein kya karoon?
Kisne usse meri zindagi meh ahne ki ijazath di?
Kisne usse muje itna darde, aur itna pyaar dekhane ki ijazath di thi?
Kehte hai ke zindagi tab moor lathi hai jab banda sooch bhi nah sakhe,
Aihse raang dekhthe hai joh banda bhool hi nah sakhe
Oonshi gherahi, khamooshi, thunhaee
In num aakhoon ko kisi ne nahi poonchna
Iis khamoosh pal ki khamooshi koi shabd kese bhol paye?
Dil ghabraey
Hai, hai
Aajo,
Muje jungali bulao,
Bas, aake mujme doob jao.
s.q.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
Raat meh jab aankh lage
Dil ka raang kaala
Khaboon mein tum aake
Apna ehsaas dilake
Hoonton ki pyaas bhujake
Ek lafs bole...."Kyun?"
Ab iis ek shabd ka jhawab nahi
Iis dil ki pyaas ka matlab nahi
Do jismoon ki batoon ki samaj nahi
Tho kab hum bas karen?
Kab iis kyun ko dafnaden?
Kab iss sawal ka jawab nah dhoonden?
Kab samje ke hum "hum" nahi ** sakthe?
s.q.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
Can't stop thinking about the things that i miss about you..
Can't understand the idea of us not being together anymore..
Can't tell what if what i miss is real or is it only because i'm a mess..
Then i asked myself million times, what do i really miss?
Is it your Smile?, Is it your Eyes?, Is it your Existence?, Is it your Vibes?, Is it your Kiss?, Is it your Touch?, Is it your Lips?, Is it your Voice?, Is it your Laugh?, Is it your Jokes?, Is it your Humor?, Is it your Anxiety?, Is it your weird Faces?, Is it your gen gen gen?, Is it your Teasing?, Is it your Music?, Is it your Singings?, Is it your Notes?, Is it your Cuddling?, Is your thoughts?, Is your ideas?, is your Thinking?, Is it your Poems?, Is it your Philosophy?, Is it your Calls?, is it your Hiiiii?, Is it your stories?, Is it your caring?, Is it your iced coffee with milk?, Is it Cigarettes?, Is it your Dancing?, Is it your Korean food?, Is it you sitting in my car?, Is it your Anxious?, Is it your Cough?, Is it your Knowledge?, Is it your Photography?, Is it your Outfit?, Is it your Beauty?, Is it your look?, Is it your Dreams?, Is it your talks?, is it your Skin?, iIs it your Meditations?, Is it your tears on my chest?, Is it your face?, Is it your nails?, Is it your selfies with me?, Is it your Smell?, is it your Perfume?, Is it your Breath?, Is it your Drawings?, Is it your Rap?, Is it your salmon?, Is it your Takies?, Is it your Korean music?, Is it your Emojies?, Is it your Voice notes?, is it your Smile?, is it your Hair?, is it you 11:11 moment?, or is it your love?..
I know it's too late already, but i just want to let it out of my mind..
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
It's acold misty morning
The large grey cobblestones creating valleys by themselves
The old black lampposts casting the imaginings of light
The buildings shuffle between dark grey and black as if they were a depressed Chameleon
A man walks along this pathway
His dark black Brioni suit covered by the enveloping arms of his coat
The buttons undone as the coat ***** dramatically in the wind that isn't there
The outfit is completed with a black fedora which he wears upon his head
He walks down the pathway and passes a small man
With ragged clothes and a baggy hat
He barely notices the painter as he Iis consumed with his Own demons
The painter holds a brush in his right hand
An old thing with paint and chips on the wooden handle
The bristles are long
Not imacculate
But well used
In his left hand he holds his pallette
It has every colour imaginable
But only a small splotch of it
The painter walks behind the man with the fedora
And he painted
He painted galaxies on the cobblestones and valleys separating them
He painted patterns into the sidewalk and stories into the bricks
His style a rough painterly style
Jagged geometric lines creating organic spirals and waves
A Van Gogh style
Painfully wild strokes
That seem to contain the souls of suffering and pain
His flat yellows contrast to his vivid reds
Powerful imagery created by nothing but contrast
Emotions toyed with by jagged currants and swirls
The painter painted
Trying to catch up to the man with the fedora
Painting eruptions of beauty from the lampposts
And birds and flowers floating upon the air
As the fedora man's heels lifted paint was laid down in insane yellow
Driven insane by trying to catch up to this man
Driven insane by trying to show the man beauty
The painter ran out of paint
A masterpiece a mile long
Seen and admired by all who walked behind
But the artist had failed
His face Contorted as his emotional suffering manifested physically
His heart broke again as he realized that this man with the fedora wouldn't stop
He would live his whole life
Without seeing beauty
The painter was put in a nice jacket and a white padded room to live the rest of hus days
Forced to live in his misey....
His emotion....
His failure...
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
heavy bags,bouncing busses n sweaty days.
Is what i called ****** school life.
Obnoxious teachers getting their ways.
Rules,regulations and continuous strife.
i had decided to stick to studies coz fun doesn't last anyway
Finish off school being invisible coz friendship is but for a few days
what i didn't know back then
Was in d end ill have these idiots i call my friends
Idiots who made me laugh wen i wanted to cry
idiots who changed my point of view making me realize
That good Friends do not get replaced
They just make their way into hearts n make their own space
m not even kidding when i say
These r professional idiots in every way
Like he__ for example cant get enough of screaming my name simply for fun
But i know that if i had to pick the sweetest concerned friend,she would b the one
she's an all rounder, amazing at everything
with her, fun is always present even while studying
People who annoy u r d ones who care most
is what i try to believe when it comes to this dost
who Even after she dies will probably haunt me as a ghost
Ni__ wont even budge if i say get lost
and great gh___ believes she's the only one who can b rude to her friends
and if anyone else dares the same,off with their heads!
A thriller movie is life according to her Highness
Her laughter echoes with pure childish innocence <3
These idiots may tease me till there's nothing left
But r also bodyguards of my deepest secrets
Their jokes n sarcasm will have u in fits
it is true i love these idiots to bits
idiots who add up to my best friends list
Idiots i consider as priceless gifts
Coz They r special in so many ways
coz They r bandages to my wounds, Brought back my lost smile
they're The 'start button' to my new life
coz They accepted me d way i was
N mostly Coz,
since my heart was no more
These guys aimed for my soul
N they got it.
:) dedicated to my frnz in IIS
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
w
w
wh
what loves
this
I?i
loves the
rushing of in girls
Summer when heat
does its lips in forked
seething.
I loves
the hush
of almost winter nights
and the concise
melancholy
of empty rooms.
I loves
the by
cherriest of wristness
to loosely
in vagrant slumber
stir whitely.
I loves
the brother of my brother, and
the little timid
of barely unviolence boys
(in fists very tightly which).
But.
w w ww what loves
Iis
the most
of life
and lessing
too
of it
into
primest daftness of sleep.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
People come and people go
Feelings change, but don't we all know
This too well already
A sad fact of life, addictions gripping like an iron vice, stealing the very life force from veins,
Change faces, inflict pain
Steal away those we once thought we knew
Convince them to do things they never knew they could do
Narcotic charms, sickly poison in his arms
Contorting, twisting, distorting, the heart
Withering away, taking all that it can, waging war on yourself for one last fix....once is too much, but too much iis never gonna be enough
Until the day comes
Drifting...somewhere below consciousness, somewhere above reality
A pleasure so profound
Yet when outside looking in, your simply on the nod
Outside of yourself, shedding mortal coil, for heights unknown, untouched. A shell remains...
You are so far away from me now, in your eyes, its hard to find you...
the one I thought I knew
A smile that was capable of warming me to the core
Now only conjured when the the pin goes *****
Another sickly blemish on your skin
On my famished heart
You'll waste away
And when people ask
I'll smile and say
That I'm okay
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
Maybe
if I can capture you on paper,
I can keep you.
You see,
I had hoped for the memory of you
to fade with my summer tan
but now I find myself greedy,
indulging in thoughts of you like a child sneaking chocolates.
I am thinking of you
sitting with me on a lumpy twin bed,
and wanting so badly to memorize you.
I asked if your hair was course or fine.
You let me run my fingers deeply through it
and there was an aching and a hollowness in me,
knowing your palate preferred a more balanced plate.
I never had you.
But I did, didn't I?
Just for a paragraph, but that's alright
because it belongs to me.
Iis mine to take out and taste in spoonfuls
or in buckets, or to stifle in a wooden box,
but it will always seep through the tiny fractures
and spill onto the page
because
that is the power of memory and words.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
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/ ( • ) ( • ) \
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________
If you die today
You'll have a day off tomorrow !
•
But then you
couldn't make your car payment
~~~~~
So he just went out and stated ******* ******
)(
He loved ******* ****** !
He hoped someday to get AIDS
and then die
)(
Besides ****** he loved ******* policewoman.
~~~
V
Isn't this a great country !
^
He likes best to sit on the subway ************
This iis New York City
so
No
One notices
><
The moon is full
A bunch a black people are being murdered
But do their lives matter !
/:
I thought
LSD !
Eveybody got to
Do LSD !
""""
Never **** a HP
POET !
to do so is to
Punch the tar baby !
( an image you probably
Don't know of )
•
Girls have *******
When you slime them with *****
You get babies
><
If terrorists killed us all
Would anyone notice a change ?
She said
I JUST WANNA TELL YOU HOW MUCH I NEED YOU !
::
( see what I mean )
•
•
According to HP
if you go into your parents' bedroom and
**** your father while your mother
Is trying to pull you off
You will cause so much pain
All 3 of you will become poets
I don't believe it but it sounds good !
•••
Walking away from sanity poetry
Yeah
That's our real
Name
X
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
She sits and wonders,
wonders why,
why the rain falls,
and seems to cry.
Sadness flows,
deep from her vains,
and still she wonders why it rains.
As dawn breaks,
the house shakes.
Her heart pounding,
thunder sounding.
The beat goes on,
sure and strong.
It won't be long now,
she knows somehow,
deep within,
there is something,
that's always been,
love everlasting.
And now she watches,
as the storm passes,
her shirt covered,
covered in splotches.
Iis it rain?
Or just her tears?
Why can't she just,
face her fears?
She sits and wonders,
wonders why,
why the rain falls,
and seems to cry.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 3:50 PM UTC
Nothing more than a shock
A mental block
Violent waves
And a broken clock
The traffic in my head is deep
It’s heavy
It’s congested
There’s a crash up ahead
Signs flickering, bright lights
“ Stop” “ Wrong way” “trouble ahead”
The traffic is clearing
It’s nearing the end of rush hour
It still feels stuffy
Congested
Tight, it’s foggy
I’m losing sight of this glowing sign ahead now
“ I’m goi-“
It’s all I’m able to read
Horns are blowing, I’m distracted
Can’t see where I’m going anymore
The rains pooring,
The roads slippery
The windshield wipers are loud
They screech
I want to turn around, but I can’t
I’m on a highway
It’s so congested
Foggy high beams
I can’t see the cars
I’m trapped , but I can see a little more of the sign “ I’m going to-“ that’s It i can’t see
It’s cut off, what does it mean
I can’t do this Iis too hard, it’s too heavy
I can’t see, I can’t see
It’s foggy as hell, but the signs clear
I can read it, “ I’m going to bless you, but you have to do you’re part and steer clear of the devil’s obstacles “
I’m going to keep going and have faith that the traffic of my thoughts clear up with the presence of my God here
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC