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Àŧùl Dec 2016
I** thank you for moving out of my life.

Nowhere else is my own happiness,
Or rather it is my self-satisfaction,
Winning the 7 Minutes of pleasure.

Greatness I see in me after she departed,
Red-faced she seemed purple with shame,
Equipped with a pump I see myself,
A pump of self-satisfaction and relief,
Tasked I am with my own happiness,
Looks interesting this lonely pursuit,
Yet I know that I can be easily happy.

Advancing alone on the road of love,
Demands of my own body I listen to,
Minding not that I require a female,
If I wanted to make strong kids, 'coz
Ravishing my body has always been,
Even before I ever requested you to stay.

Maybe you can get a better husband,
Yet I am going to be really very satisfied.

This is the life I have always been loving,
Hindsight is never going to be pleasing,
I am so aware of this fact I have known,
Checked fully is that one best gift to self,
Kingly is this feeling of self-satisfaction.

Enjoy information I do in my life alone,
Just like before you or the others came,
And I now realise that before all I came,
Chiseled is my muscly pump after pumping,
Up & down, round & round, up & down,
Laid before I did in Agra like a clown,
Awesome is the feeling self-satisfied,
Tremendous is my relief each time,
Ever happier I have been pumping.
Thanks to all the creepy boys and girls for abandoning my ship when it was sinking.

I rediscovered my capabilities and capacities due to their not staying here.

A 2° acrostic poem. Somewhat mature.

HP Poem #1335
©Atul Kaushal
Prathipa Nair Aug 2016
Finding you
Randomly
In a crowd
Ending in a
Never ending
Deal of
Sharing the
Habitual
Interact of a
P*rofound relationship
Deshanda Frazier Aug 2010
Being who you are even when no one is looking.
Even when you are down, you can lift others.
Always willing to help someone when they need you.
Using your abilities to make a difference somehow.
Taking the time to realize the important things in life.
In hard times, you keep your head held high.
Finding yourself in this lost world.
Using the words "I love you" for more than just words.
L**iving life like every day is your last.


Being beautiful is more than looks.
It’s a way of life.
<3
ClawedBeauty101 Aug 2019
F** inding a new side of this hidden life I live
R egrets? No! For it is through the messes I find strength given
E vidence has shown that I need more of Him
A chance for revival of joy to come within
K indness to those who will and will not forgive

I am the Freak.
Àŧùl Nov 2016
You have left your imprint,
On each one of my mannerisms,
Underlining my psyche.

Loving your tantrums,
Overgrew my age,
So dearly loving you,
Ever so deeply I used to.

Minding your misdoings not,
E*ver I was useful for you.
HP Poem #1261
©Atul Kaushal
Toni D'Leangelo Apr 2023
L ike a thief in the night ,
I t came.
F aint entry yet fierce intention.
E veryone is at stake.

I' m
S cared.

W eary from our woes we all share
A deep need for...
R escue.

L ook at your guns and ammunition.
I t' s all primitive.
F or what' s really out there
E ven the strongest calibre is no match.

I' m
S ad.

W hen will rescue come ?
A nd what will it bring ?
R ather , who will it leave ?

L ong is the battle.
I njured are many....uncountable.
F rightened we should all be because
E vacuation is not up to us.

I' m
S tuck.

W ade in the warfare.
A bide by it' s laws.
R each the end.

L and of the Living.
I 've heard stories of such a place.
F inding It is the mystery , yet
E xistence of such a place is the pursuit.

I' ll
S tride.

W e' re all in danger and desperate.
A bsolution is a gift.
R ealize and remember that gift.

Imagine what' s hidden in the shadows and the sounds buried beneathe the earth. What if you saw it all ? What if you heard it all ? What would you care about then ? The world is a big place with mighty mysteries. It' s scary to think of what we haven' t experienced...but can. It' s scary to know , how "easy to ****" we all can be and it' s even more intimidating to realize what we' re all afraid of is all afraid of something else. Something mysterious.
Ryan O'Leary Apr 2023
Rainbow


A flat sheet of light gauge iron

has zero load bearing tolerance

but once it is corrugated, not only

does it provide aqueducts, it can

also furnish an excellent weight

bearing covering from rain.


When God created the universe,

the initial intention to protect it

from the elements was considered.


The idea was to have a permanent

dome made of glass in the form of

a prism, which would light up when

the sun shone through it.


Unbeknown to God (he doesn’t know

everything) his wife had done a course

In divining and she got right good at

inding water. Sure didn’t she drain

the moon dry.


Anyway, God finished the dome and got

the painters to colour it in, but his wife

totally disapproved of the shades and she,

out of pure resentment tried to wash them

off and has been doing so ever since.

— The End —