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Arcassin B Mar 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Like I said,
There is no need to hide
Ripping out your entrails,
Punished for your betrayal,
You will prevail,
To be an enemy of Mine,
now thats pErfect grammar
Cause I'm actuaLLY attending to care to diss you,
The ******* unfit mother you are,
You should be in the slammer,
Your kids wouldn't miss you.
**Now Thats Perfect Grammar
Told you :)

To write what you live
and live what you write
is not a success at all..

It is a spiraling down--  
away from this world
and always always
in  to bitterness.

Most who have done this
have slipped away
in to  alcoholism..    
   or  eased back
with the weight of their bodies--
   tightening the noose;
They gladly  gladly  gladly    
leave the pain  of the gap

of every single part
of having to live here
In a world full of souls;

hell-bent on marketing,
    and presentation.


..But guess what,
my beautiful Lovesweet:

To  not  live what you write out
(just another form of creative marketing)
puts your head in the noose also
So either way,  you're ******

God bless the ones that can see this..
yet, still leave their mark..

    and then die,  
    with both middle fingers
    fully extended

..so don't write
don't live what you believe
Don't overly-believe  what you live
Don't write out  legibly  
what you cannot live
And you will live a long, happy life--
smiling, smiling..  smiling...
There has been enough writing of the self or of circumstances I have often found myself trapped in,I think that the time now has come,to write about people who often go unnoticed in your lives,it is like oxygen,like you are always breathing,the blood is always flowing,the blood is getting oxygenated and then de- oxygenated and it gets purified,and its in your body,and you know it,you are breathing and you know you are,but we don’t really pay close attention to the flow of breaths we inhale and exhale,and that’s what is keeping us biologically alive and we know it,but how much importance does the breathing get,how much thanks,how much attention?
As I’m writing,believe me when I say that ,I’m not pausing,I’m not making things up,I’m not even thinking rationally or sequentially,I’m simply typing onto words that describe my very beautiful,my very  epitome of sacrifice and suffering,my very solitary reaper of freshness ,love and care,my very own – Grandmother.

No,this is not her biography,this is not about describing her,this is not only about thanking her even,this is about telling you all that I am deeply moved about how she is ,I fail to realist what she is actually made up of,I mean,a woman in her 80s ,of course a woman of a different era altogether,she is supposed to be an orthodox woman in her late 80s, aware of her approaching years,and sitting in front of the television watching serials or mythological shows or the very beloved babajis on air and hardly getting out of her room and ordering her daughter –in-law to get work done and medicines presented.
This is quite ironic to how we often stereotype old ladies to be. But let me make it clear,my grandma is highly different. And just like I firmly say that I’m going to remain as the ‘ Different Misfit’ ,different from a lot many out here,in the most weirdest angles,but I got this from my granny,apart from the misfit,she is an old,weak woman,she is short,and her hair has still managed to not get older,I think her hair know well,what suits her appearance,she has good brown-orangish hair, and not to forget,her charismatic blue eyes,eyes to fall for. She keeps her hair tied in a neatly made bun and drapes herself well in decent looking saris. No lipsticks,no makeup,no perfume,no sandals. She chooses to be her natural self,in her chapals. Only accessory to her will be her purse. And with purse,I mean,not the blinging  purses,but the small pouch type of  purse,she keeps around her waistline,cutely tucked inside her sari petticoat.She is a magical figure,at least to me.
‘Granny,I’m here.Namaste.’, I said as I reached her place,while she was mopping the balcony floor.It had rained heavily.
She first didn quite seem to hear it,even though I was very loud and pitchy. I saw her mopping, the door was open. I repeated my greetings.
‘ Namaste. Here you are,my child!’, she replied with a 100volt smile pasted on her beautiful face.

I am happy that my mother was able to convince m to go visit my granny,that Sunday,because I was going to have my economics test the next day,so I refused at first,bu then she managed to take me there.I’m glad, I did.
She is in an age that you can never tell how much time one has got,and all you can do,,is live the day like its your last,I think this has kind of become the motto for my grandmother. She walks like a snail. Slow yet gracefully.She lives in Lodhi Road. She lives alone.The house is massive. There are 6 rooms in that particular floor where she lives,the ground and top floor too connected with the first.The ground floor is occupied by a family of 4,a kin to my granny.while she stays on the floor above,she is expected to be with herself only. My maternal uncle,my grandmother’s eldest son,lost his wife a few years back,he has two kids,big enough to go settle in Mumbai.My uncle has been a headache for the entire family because of becoming highly psychotic and depressed,that clearly reflects in how things have become ugly with his relationships.He moved out to Noida after the demise of my late aunt. I don’t remember the last time I saw him interacting with people of his family,let alone my granny. They are like sort of reclusive now.Although my granny wouldn’t still mind him coming to reconcile with her or talking or offering a shoulder,even after what all she has been through regarding my uncle,my uncle refuses to lock eyes with her.Well,that’s a different story altogether.

My grandmother lives alone,in such a big house ,where two families of 4 could easily accommodate themselves.the winds blowing enter the rooms that are empty and unlocked,and rap my grandmother in nostalgia ,but she stays strong.family photographs hanging on the walls,Pictures of Rhino,their late dog,finding its place on the walls,reminds her of how the family was,and always sans her.Yet,she  is stoic and sturdy and never did she complain on these little details.
My granny has had a beautiful relation with my mother and her three daughters ,they are always there for her,its like after my granny has understood,that her daughters are now mothers themselves,she has realized,that she no longer needs to be on their head anymore,so my aunts and my mom herself is paying back to her,as being the reverse mother to her.It is a beautiful relationship they share.I sigh.

She got us tea and some snacks.She prepares them herself,despite having somebody to offer to help.She sits with us and talks and narrates news that she has got from here and there.She left the room when all of a sudden,out of nowhere my uncle pops up for some paperwork urgency,we greeted him,but we didn’t exchange anymore words.He leaves after a few minutes.

I was reading ‘The wedding’ , because I was sure,I was going to get bored because there was no sibling around,My dad was busy reading India Today and mom was accompanying my granny in preparing food. They later went to the terrace to see the traffic go by and have a good talk. They love to talk, trust me.While my mom carefully instructs granny to stay strong and be alright,I notice my grandma trying to control her tears,you could just make it out from her ****** expressions,her hands,quietly folded over another,and her head bowing down,she has never been confident and assertive,I had correctly judged.I ad overheard them talking,when I was passing by the room library searching for Sidney Sheldon.And that was when my respect for my granny grew,because in an age liker hers,the very innate ability to hold on,that perseverance,the  strength ,the power of forgiveness ,I mentally touched her feet and hugged her,because I was in no mood to disturb her conversations.I passed by.
I was learning each moment. In that house,I have been a lot of times before,but this one time,that Sunday,I was feeling like home,like a school moreover,in a moral science class all night. I was done with my economics revision,and it was time for diner.She had prepared Hot chapatis and my ever favorite Paneer for the dinner.She paired paneer with yoghurt,that was a new yet crazy combination,I tried and I was enjoying it,not because it was THE combination,but I felt like it was her idea of how food tasted, like she always felt curd could fix everything,not potentially everything,but,It’d be stupid to object her.
The dinner was tasty.
She cleans up the entire house herself. Like I said,6 rooms and a balcony,is not a small thing.it is one strenuous task she agrees to take up,not occasionally.but everyday.She refuses to take a house help,despite her health conditions,because she wants to  utilize her time or pass time in some way or the other. TV is the only source of color in her life.That keep her occupied. I salute you,granny.
I offered to do the dishes that day,but she saw me doing it,she came half running,half walking to stop me from doing it,and said this doesn’t look good,the guest doing it,and I was a princess to her,she asked me to step back,and I did not revolt,I knew,she did not have anything else to do except do them and sit and watch the sky and finally sleep . I stepped back.
I was reading my book,and there’s this part,when Noah shares that he still feeds the swan because he thinks Allie is the swan and she promised him to be there with him,so she finds her way through the swan.And I saw myself crying.i rushed to the balcony.Took a few deep breaths,sobered myself up,and a few winds blew,and I felt nice.
My granny was talking with my mother while my dad was listening like a puppy.i was reading,I could barely hear what she was talking about,and I didn’t want to even know what were they talking about,because the more I knew,the more anger built up,and the more I’d get sentimental and feel sorry for my grandmother.But no,she is not the one you’d feel sorry for,she was never wrong,and she isnt,and wont be,she is just a simple figure,an epitome of sacrifice and suffering and with such patience to be jealous of.We offered her to come and spend the time with us,and  all her other daughters and her grandchildren,but she refused,she wanted to be in the house,take care f the house,she was just so emotionally attached to the building that had lost its meaning,it was just a HOUSE and nt a HOME.she wasn’t made to feel it was,she had no reason,but she still loved it there.

I still wonder,while I’m writing here about her today,she wont be able to read this gift I am giving her,giving her love back,what would she be doing? No,this isnt T V  time,maybe making tea,what after it? She cannot read or write.She cant be on the phone all the time,then what? Maybe just sitting in the balcony? But today,its hot . then what? Just sitting on the couch,watching my grandfather's portrait hanging on the wall,I think she’ll brush off the dust on the garland and the painting maybe. Or she’ll re arrange the sofa covers or curtains. I don’t know. While we have so much to do,while people forget people everyday,while people make new friends,have so many tings to look forward to,we have so much access to **** our time and pass it away,but she ? she just stays this way and she just exists.

It was time to leave. My respect level for her had gone par average. I just wanted to stare at her for hours in silence,or maybe play with her,or maybe teach her pronounce some swaggy English **** words,I do that when she is at our place.She loves it with me.

Hmmmm.

As we were walking downstairs, I tried and rush and pause and rush and slow down again and again,to whether escape the moment,of the farewell,because it’d be hard,I could bet,and slow down so that I could see more of her.i just couldn’t get enough. In that moment,I swear,I loved her like a man loves a woman.But ine,was much more passive or hidden,I have always had issues with expression,and I regret that.

She could climb downstairs,the steps were steep and endless.She stayed there,while we went down,she bid us a goodbye,waving her hands like the flag of love ,like saying ‘ IT WAS GREAT TO HAVE YOU ALL HERE,I FELT SO BEAUTIFUL.YOU JUST FILLED THIS GAP I THOUGHT I’D SUFFER THIS WEEKEND.THANK YOU SO MUCH,I LOVE YOU,AND I DON’T KNOW,IF I SEE YOU AGAIN,BUT PLEASE BE IN TOUCH,AND LOVE EVERYBODY’. BUT SHE SAID ‘ bye’ .A  LONGER,STRETCHED VERSION OF BYE ,THOUGH.

It was dark,I saw her waving,I was waving back,so was mom and dad,mom and dad rushed forward,while i was till bye-ing my granny. I thanked god that it was night time,an nobody could see the tears gushing down my face. While we leave in 3.she bids us adieu in just 1. Years ago,she’d be with 4 others,and now she is just single. Alone.By herself. Still not complaining.NEVER.

I wiped them .My tears,and was crying till I got into the car,people saw me weeping maybe.I sat down.Still sobbing. Trying not to let people or mom and dad precisely notice my tears ,and I wasn’t brave enough to tell them that I was crying because I thought it might be the last time I saw her or how a wonderful woman she is.The wind was blowing hard and cold on me,while I was listening to Dead hearts on the phone.like the universe was conspiring in making me cry my guts out . My reverence for that woman was getting higher and higher beyond measure.At the traffic signal,a little girl comes up to me,my head was leaning back into the car seat,like a drunk Peter van Houten,while she leaned against the car window glass too,I think she was the only one in the entire night,to actually see me crying,she smiled. I smiled back. She glanced at me for a few moments,I was still smiling at her,she asekd me if I had money,but I wasn’t carrying any then,so I said ‘I’m sorry’ without speaking.She understood and she smiled and left.Slowly and gradually the wind helped me in evaporating my tears,so that I didn’t have to manually wipe them off,because just in case,mom saw me doing that,I wouldn’t know how to respond.
Thankfully,I fell asleep in the car and as I reached back home,I felt a little lighter,I called up granny and informed we were home safe.[ she always wants us to inform her when we do]  And she very sweetly said good night and a bye and then I thought to myself that HOW COULD SHE BE SO GENTLE AND NORMAL? I WAS SO JEALOUS OF HER RESIGNATION.I LOVE YOU GRANNY.
With a heavy heart and a new day to follow and with less percentage worries  of the test the next day ,and more of how my granny would pass away the time and sleep with a smile on her face ,I looked at the walls,said my night prayer and rolled my eyes,and went off to sleep.

There’s no place like home... except Grandma’s .
cc
an ode to the pure heroine i have ever come across.thanks granny
x
Gabriella Jun 2016
I open my bottle of red.
Watching how it splashes into my cup.
I'm memorized by the depth of the red.
Reminding me of all the blood I would have shed to keep you.

The drop drips down my glass and lands on my skin.
It's like the many tears cried for you but now red.
I savor the fruity but bitter note with each gulp.

It tastes like us.

As the bottle empties my body is now boiling, intoxicated with the thought of you.
The last drop enters my glass.
I find myself unsatisfied and wanting more, more of you.  
But I have to be strong and stop.

After all, it's just w(h)ine.
Caryl Maluping Aug 2021
Mahamot nga sampaguita ngan pula nga gumamela
Amo ine an akon una nga ginhatag ha iya
Samtang ginhuhulat namon an katunod han adlaw
Ngan pinalalabay an kasanhi nga kahidlaw.

Pamukad han santan ngan orkidyas ha dalan
Umabat ak hin ka-ipa nga makuri mapug-ngan
Ha akon dughan in may ada makusog nga lukso
Kasing-kasing nga natago malipayon gud hin duro.

Katapos hi idoy in inalpan hin kaisog
Igsusumat na ha iya an pag-abat nga mabaskog
Iya na ighahalad inin espesyal nga rosas
Pero adton kalipay nga iya inaabat nabalyuan hin kalas.

Hi iday in may ada naman ngay an iba nga pina-uswag
Mga bukad nga ha iya igin hahatag in magpakaruruyag
Waray sapayan an imo rosas nga pinutos
Nga im gin-inantusan tikang pa han ka biyuos.

Asya an bukad nga gin kuha nalaya ngan nakarag
Kay ngadto han tawo nga iya minayuyo in waray kahatag
Tigdaay man gud la, waray hiya pakasabot
Pag-abat nga iya gindadara tigda nala nadunot.

- Caryl
Caryl Maluping Aug 2022
Tara aton tan-awon
Balikon an nawara nga hinumduman naton
Updi ako paglingi, pag-duaw bisan la maguti
Tagi ako hin oras, alayon la pamati.
Tara aton balikon
Mga panahon na hi ikaw akon
Nga hi ikaw pa an akon kalibutan
Kalibutan nga yana imo na ginkalimtan.
Tara updi ako
Ngadton takna nga dire pa uso an tawo
Balitaw intrimis la tatawa-tawa gad usahay
Ayaw pagkawanga an oras, inin higayon nga maupay.
Babahinan ko unta ikaw hine nga aton anay storya
Ugaring kay na dire ka ada nga ine mabalik pa
An aton paglakaton in imo gintuldukan
Dalan nga anay ginsubay, yana waray na hingaradtuan.
Tara, dire ka gud ba maupod?
Bisan la ha urhi nga takna ig-bayaw an imo pagtapod
Tuguti ako nga ha imo akon igsumat
Inin sininsilyo ngan tinalagudti nga pag-aghat.

8.18.20
Siday
me gs Sep 2015
So there was this girl. And I met her my freshman year in German class, fourth hour. Her name was Sophia and I thought she was weird and creepy because she stared and didn't talk and tried to play footsie with me and me being the still-self-loathing queer that I am was desperately terrified that anyone would know I was bi. So I gave her mean looks, didn't look at her eyes, turned from her, ignored her. The list goes on. And then she basically disappears for the next two years. And last year, my senior year, I had her in my first semester second hour German class. And she was different. I thought hey. "Maybe she's cooler now, she's kinda a bit cute maybe I'll get to know???? Her ??? Maybe ???? And so we kinda talked a lil lil bit, but not really talking till xc skiing started, in November. I don't know I what it was, but I thought "hey. She's cute AND smart" so I made up a little brouhaha till I was suddenly driving with her to practice. Every day. And I learned she was kind, smart, funny, hilarious, BEAUTIFUL, kept me on my toes... The list goes on. As I spent more and more time with her, more and more time following her like a lost puppy, i feel deeper and deeper into love. She never texted a lot, so I started to text my thoughts to her with no expectation of a text back. I knew she appreciated them even if she didn't reply. And when she did reply, BLAM! A lightning bolt would slam into my stomach each time I saw her name in my notifications screen. I treasured those texts back, and stated writing poems about her, to her, inspired by her, inspired by HER, seeing her blonde hair every time I looked at the sun, her blue eyes in every lake and clear day and for-get-me-not and her big nose in my mind's peripheral vision and her cute small firm **** and the way she walked, straight up, so solid and set-forth and DEtermined, ******* (though she would never swear) to get to where she was going. I couldn't get her out of my head. Her just, state of being. I'd never met a creature so quietly, yet so determinedly set on who they were and how they were. The way she always knew what to say. I swear to god I thought this girl was an angel. When I looked at her, I wanted to trail my fingers over every inch of her, memorizing it, imprinting it on my bones, that intimate knowledge of you to visible eons from now. I would've climbed through hell for her, to just get five minutes of her, a nod a smile a GEN-YOU-INE laugh *******. I thought about how our bodies would fit together, the ghosting of lips over parts only The Holy Ones know. The way we'd sit together, soft and silent, barely touching but very at peace, and I was planning a title for a book of my poetry entitled "A Series of Notes to the Love of my Life (And a Cherishment of Nature)". I mean I thought this girl, this one in the world-universe, was my everything my holy savior my holy love my holy angel. I just thought that feeling, this feeling that was so intense, was because that was RIGHT. AND must BE. So I fell deeper and deeper, snatching knowledge bits of her that I could, leaving sweet notes and compliments, all over and to who ever for her. I asked her to prom. Through a letter I gave her, with a kayak-Paddler necklace in it. I'd never been brave enough to think about doing that before, ADMITTING my feelings for the girl. I was so smooth and charming and kind (cause I thought she might kinda maybe be gay or at least gay ish way and thought if she was and liked me too she might wanna be going "as friends" or something) and she said yes. I was so happy. It made my whole day better. Forever. I thought about slow dancing with her, imagined pictures floating about in my daydreams, taking up all time and space. And we went. Except she invited her best friend along too who she stayed glued to all night and never danced with me and barely looked at me And I felt like a third wheel to THEM, and so we got home and I was sad and tired and didn't want to do anything but we went on a night kayak and and I told her she was the most beautiful girl there by far and I had so much fun with her and on and on and I was just. So sweet to her how could she not know I like her ****. And she just said. "Oh you're so sweet." And she might've said something else, something idk, but I was just so bitterly in love but wanting her all the same and loathing her with how and by and why I wanted her attention. And I continued falling, ignoring the bitter bad parts of our relationship in favor of the new small things I'd learn about her. And for her birthday, July something, I was gonna give a small box id make in woodworking with a beautifully planned out and executed *** from ceramics with a nice letter telling her how amazing I thought she was and how I might tell her how i feel. And I made them, falling worse and worse daily. So in love. And I awkwardly increased the looks, the poems, the sighs and dreams and wishes. And school ended, we graduated, with pictures and a letter to her from me about how cool she was and a promise of a Better letter with her bday gift. I kept sending her my thoughts, asking her to hangout, (we never did) and telling her I missed her. Well I finished her gift and packed it. The letter, and all. By this time I had tried to get over her. I thought I was (except for the bits that stick with you You Know) and we'd just be friends but-I'm-cool-with-More. Forever. I thought this friend was a Real Deal. Once in. A lifetime. So I gave her the gift, then she didn't open if(or maybe she did and wanted to pretend she didn't open) cause she had a 30-day trip. No phones. I sent her some of my thoughts, not all you know. Didn't wanna overload her texts when she gets back. And I waited, and waited. And it had been thirty days! I Waited for some notification that she saw it, that she opened something. I texted her. Her read receipts? On. She saw it. No reply. I waited and texted and waited and texted. Each message more sour than the last. Eventually I all hope. I said to her I was disappointed in her (I had come out to her as bi in my letter, something I wasn't sure she supported.) so I'm devastated now. I thought she'd be in my life forever, how could an angel like that not stay????? But she's gone. I might never know what she really thought and why she didn't reply. It makes me lose so much faith and hope and love in humanity when someone like that leaves your life. It cracked my soul and I honestly think I might never be able to trust anYONE completely. Ever. Because of a girl like her. She broke my heart and never even knew she had it. Or maybe she did. I guess I might never know. It makes me so sad. She absolutely crushed me, quietly and subtly. I do think I'm ruined for life. Even if only slightly. I might slowly be losing my sanity. I just want to talk to you. Please. What did I do? God I loved you. I still might. Please just stitch my soul back together, even just a little bit.
im so secretly and deeply sad about this and i just. want to never feel like that again
Samridhi Mar 2014
3rd of July 2010
how I would love to live that day again.

you were there but so was he.
you were special but so was he.

"lets take a cab", he said.
"No, we'd rather walk instead."
they went and we walked
down the staircase of the mall,
your hands perfectly planted on my hips,
like they were always meant to be.

my heart skipped a beat with every step we took,
the whole thing felt like a Nicholas Sparks book.

then you said those three words,
i had been waiting for.
and you became a part of me.
and me a part of you.

now almost fours years later,
the thing between us has just grown greater.
and with every kiss and every hug,
you still make me fall more in *love.
This one's for you Mij <3
though I have no idea how to put in words how i'm feeling.
Andrew Montejo Dec 2018
May sayo nga tanaman
kun natunod an sudang
kanya gintitiklop an bukad
kun sudang nasirang ine namumukadkad.

Usa ka adlaw alibangbang nagnilupadlupad,  nakit-an san tanaman
kanya gin pahapon kay naruyagan, ineng uhaw nga alibangbang.

Gin hatag san tanaman
an tam-is san kanya bukad
nalipay gud ineng alibangbang
ngan katima, tanaman gin bayaan.
The Good Pussy Aug 2015
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thevagabondking Apr 2013
I don't make light of the darkness
i lived within all those weeks?, months?,
years?, spent in a run down home with
windows covered in garbage bag curtains

mornings spent drinking three dollar wine
by the bottle till the bottle was to heavy
or my need to much

calling in the big help, the needle man
would needle me and i'd see her again

only she was not her, she was someone else
each time
sometimes
she wasn't even a she, maybe it was a he
or a they, or a them

whatever they were,
he or she or they were my hero
in-between the ******
and the wine
Sam Lichauco Aug 2015
Her name is Daisy
She drives me crazy
She leaps from bed to bed
Just to land inside your head.

It was a Sunday
When I saw her
Melted in my arms
Swiveling her body to mine

Brought her home
To my momma
Right into my life
Now she's looking so mighty
Fi-i-i-ine!

Her name is Daisy
Never fails to amaze me
She looks like a summer day
Swings her head
When she walks and sways.

My darling Daisy
My crazy Daisy
My hazy Daisy
Daisy Days

My Dai-ai-ai-aisy
My Dai-ai-ai-aisy
My Dai-ai-ai-aisy
Daisy Days

Woof woof!
Kumusta ka na? Maiha na gihapon tikang kita in nagkita
Nagkahimangraw ngan nagka ada hin halarom nga istorya
Diri ngani ako maaram kon nahinumdom ka pa ha akon
Dara na ada gihapon han kapaspas han panahon.

Kon ikaw man akon igkatapo
Diri ako maaram kon an pag asi ha akon imo pa ba mahimo
O kon an akon ngaran man in sumangko ha imo huna huna
Alayon nala pagsiplat bisan man in kadali la.

Kay intawon ine nga imo 'sangkay' nagpipinamulat na ha imo
Nalilisang, ngan nababaraka na hin duro
Ngan kon mahimo ha imo pag abot aton unta balikon
Mga hinumduman nga matam-is ug mag upay nga sagdon.

Unta maupay yana it imo kabutangan
Unta waray ka kabido nga gin aawilan
Unta malipayon ka la gihapon
Parehas han una nga kita in magka abuyon.

Ngan kon ine man nga siday in mahidangat ha imo
Hinumdumi nga an akon pagkita ha imo in waray mag bag o
Aadi ka la gihapon, nagpupuyo ha akon huna huna
Samtang naglalaom nga mabalik ka pa.
Im done ok are you happy now? Congrats im gunna try and die now you kniw who you are im going to try and jump out inftont of a car and get hit si hard i die all bc if you you dont believe me in tryung ti help you and you just blow it off luke its botjing and laugh why should i try anymore at life period. Just give me ine **** good ******* reason bc id love ine right about now id love to see what you can come up with and what u have to say go on state it and while you do that i watch as the cars go rolling by waiting fir the perfect chance
SG Holter May 2014
Spring sunrise at four am.
Ine is what the farmers call
That green, transparent film
Of newborn grain
On freshly sown fields.
Low and red in
Rising, Father Sun includes
Little Brother Moon
In his rays of raging
Selflessness.

Top branch perched,
In colourless contrast
To it all, Magpie surveys
The spectacle
And only
Does just
That.
Sige’t im guliat pero waray may nakabati
Bis man it nakakabungol na tim tingog waray may naasi
Dire mo la ada karuyag nga ako pamatian
Bisan man kon hi ako aada la hiton imo atubangan.

Siplat gad bisan la maka-usa
Waray man ngani nganhi tawo, kita la nga duha
Pagbul-iw daw bisan la mausa nga pulong
Ginpipirit ka la pagkulaw, sige man la tim piyong.

Ano daw la ine nga akon gin-aabat
Baga hin tikang pala ha trangkaso tapos tigda la nga nabughat
An girok ha akon tiyan in dire ko mapugngan
Kalipay nga hi ikaw la ngahaw an tinikangan.

Kon ako man ha imo in magsumat
Hingyap ko nga dire ka liwat lumakat
Pag-abat nga naiha ko na nga tinago
Yana nga takna igyayakan, ighuhuring na ha imo.

Ayaw ako pagbasula kon hi ako ha imo in naipa
Pahimatngon nga magpapadayon ngadto hit kahasta
It imo pagkita ha akon dire unta magbag-o
Kon isumat ko nga naruruyag ak ha imo.
Philomena May 2019
i am inevitable
i am inevitabl
i am inevitab
i am inevita
i am inevit
i am inevi
i am inev
i am ine
i am in
i am in
i am i
i am
i am i
i am ir
i am iro
i am iron
i am iron m
i am iron ma
i am iron man
I am Iron Man
woolgather Sep 2016
I'll say it time and time again,

I love you.
Iloveyo
Ilovey
Ilove
Ilov
Ilo
Il
­I;

Until I become alone and dead again.

I;
In
Ine
Inee
Ineed
Ineedy
In­eedyo
I need you.

Your presence gives me desperation.

I love you.
Iloveyo
Ilovey
Ilove
Ilov
Ilo
Il
­I;

Even though I know you don't think of me;
I know that "I love you" for you would be;

I;
Id
Ido
Idon
Idont
Idontn
Idontne
­Idontnee
Idontneed
Idontneedy
Idontneedyo
*I don't need you.
It comes back stronger than before
A Lopez Apr 2016
May your dreams
W
       H
I
         S
P
You away.

May the sun
Always

S h
Ine.
For you today .

May the darkness go away

And the clouds burst open for you.

May amor
Be your guide stone.
Because amor is true.
Ikaw an inspirasyon ha kada adlaw
Makit-an ka la nawawara an akon kapiraw
Ikaw in duro ka espesyal ha akon
Bisan dire mo ako mahimo nga asihon.

Ngan aadi hi ako pirmi la malipayon
Kay may ada hi ikaw nga aadi ha akon
Hirayo man an imo kinamumutngan
Ha akon kasing-kasing nakatatak ka na nga daan.

An imo mga kamot nga baga hin porselana
Amo an hingyap nga makaptan ha kada pagamamata ha aga
Ngan an imo hangkop ungara ko pirme
Bisan man tanan ine imposible.

Nga ha kada mo pagtutuok may ada unta hi ako
Ako nga dire mabaya ha imo
Pero kay hi ikaw man gud dire nakatakna para ha akon
Kay iba man an sinisipat han imo mga bayhon.

Oo, may hi ikaw nga akon ginrespeto
May hi ikaw nga espesyal an pagtrato
Pero kay hi ako in dire mo man liwat ungara
Asya maukoy na la ngan dire magpapasipara.

Kay may ada adto usa nga ikaw
Ngan may ada hi ako nga ha imo in ginmimingaw
Pero ayaw ta nala ine pagpirita
Kay malabo nga hi ikaw ngan ako magkadayon pa.
Cody Edwards Feb 2010
***
Face all of crag
Lined out in youth
And smoothed where Time thinks best.
Parenthetical mouth.
Asterisk-ine blush spreads
Where Doubt lingers.
Question marks pronounced
Exquisitely through lips.
Like a tactile symphony,
No harsh chord exists.
Not in the lines of the face
Though it looks as if its
Planes were imported from disparate periods.
From a Baroque cheek
To a Tudor brow
And a smirk that even James would be
Hard-pressed to translate.

To my initial A. Long may he reign;
For I feel in truth whatever he may feign.
© Cody Edwards 2010
Bailey Jun 2016
Mmm ***** little plastic pink chair
fit my tender tendencies.
Baby worm
fit on my leaf house,
made it just for you my love.
Scratch the stickers
off my shiny, scuffed shoes.
Cry fat tears at pretty things with me?
'M real good at doing it alone.
I-MAG-INE.
I-
MAG-
INE-
like I still do?
That's so fine if you don't do it too.
Fake lipstick I feel you
spreading your fake color on my lips.
And it's so much more real
than the real thing.
M-U-TED
M-
U-
TED-
colors
and me?
Yes, yes and it's good.
Don't cry for me, Outsidee,
when I see my end
I am in the beginning.
Always in me
is a different world
than you live in.
You watch me stare and pet my surroundings,
skipping or sulking.
You do not see the world?
Mhm, that's okay,
it makes me giggle and cry.
Lightly swirl your fingers
around my bellybutton, a little while?
In the fan-cooled night.
In the stick-one-leg-out night.
With taped cartoons in the back
to send me into a dreamland?
As long as you don't bring me back,
and take me away
from my mattress commercials,
I'm so good.
I'm so good.
Pranay Patel Oct 2020
Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per Has padta hu
Itna gyan prapt kar liya fir bhi
pathar ki murti samne hath jod kar khada hu
Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per has padta hu.

Sau chuhe to humne bhi mare,
namak dalkar bhi humne khae par
jab haj per pahunche tab pata Chala
ki vah sab to viarth tha.

Dharm aur Bhakt ki kya yah dosti badi aanokhi hai
buddhu pahla wala banata hai,
dusre wala samjhata hai ki buddhu kaise banaa hai.
Tu jise maine dekha nahin bus khali teri batay hi suni hay
To ab tu hi bata k tuj par kesay visvas Kar Lu
par tu bataee ga bhi kesay

Kabhi Kabhi to main yah sochta hu
ki agar tu na hota to kya hota ?
Agar tu hay us Ka bhram na hota to yah pakshpath na hota,
tu alag mein alag aisa mahsus na hota
insan insan ke barabar hota.





Maine suna hai ki har Kan mein hai tu
To tere liye ye ghar banane ki itni jid kyon?
  Tu kya tu nahin chahta use jagah per ek bhavya vidyalay bane?

Kuch dost to mere aise bhi hai ki jab ab dharm
per vivad hota hai tu yah sunana nahin bhulate
ki unhone yah dharm granth pada hai
aur sathi sath yah bhi nahin bolate
ke tu bhi yah dharm granth pad.
Agar dharm granth padhne ke baad ahankar aata **
to vah granth na pado to behtar hai.

Vishvaas ki kai paribhashaye hai Jaise
Shaniwar ko chana, tel aur chappal
Na khaya, lagaya aur kharida jata hai.
Or jab poochho k kyon?
To uttar aisa milta hai jis per vishvaas nahin hota.

Vishvaas karo To prashn nahin,
aur prashn Karo to tumko vishvaas nahin,
yah kaisi andhvishwasi mayajaal hai
jismein ek ke liye suraj nila hi, To dusre ke liye hara hi
Aur teesra aankhen kholne ko taiyar nahin
kyunki use ine donon per VISHVAAS NAHIN.
Àŧùl Mar 2018
A new kind of acrostic for my Pooja:

While observing this love of ours,
Over the time this world will be jealous.
Me you will always find by your side,
But we won't let 'em drain our hours,
Mine you are solely & I am only yours,
Over the decades, they will observe us,
We will rather enjoy our lovely showers.

Yes, my love, we are going to be happy,
Over the long time span of several years,
Under the blessings bestowed upon us,
Rose of our love has no thorns,
Up above into the bed of soft clouds,
Onto our heads from the divine mother,
Yes, my love, it'll be her blessing for us.

I love you and that's an irreversible fact,
Nostalgia of her loving caring nature is here,
Toss all the worry away into the water,
Onto the surface of an agitated stream,
Think of us both as the same entity,
Never fear the outcome of a nicely done job,
I am your friend and your mother.

Cool whispers will make their way,
Onto your ears they will make ways,
Medley of pop songs they will play,
Even though we will have differences,
My love you cherish, multiply & reflect,
Over the moonlit sky so dark blue,
Calling all the best caring careful souls.

We, you and me, are blessed to be together,
It's as if we were never different actually,
Let's not worry about the unknown future,
Let's just receive what comes with open arms,
Let's not fear anything that has not happened yet,
It's impractical to worry about the unknown,
What if we succeed should be our thought.

Because you love me like you have never loved,
And I love you exactly like you ever wanted,
Being together should be our foremost priority,
Yes, with each other we are creating magic,
But this is just a hint of our potential together,
And we are capable of a lot more after marriage,
Because you and I love each other so much.

Another thing about this love of ours,
A baby will come into your womb.
Reverse quarternary artistic acrostic poem.

My HP Poem #1705
©Atul Kaushal
david mitchell Feb 2018
time flies by,
when the night sky,
shines so bright,
that my mind's eye goes blind.
i've had far too much wine.
ye
Melissa Taylor Jul 2019
All i know is that it took
only one visit...
Shortly after that all i
could see was myself slitting.....
Not that it was planned
...of course

Was that me cutting without
even knowing the source....?
Of this sudden impulse.....
to hurt myself
Was that me....?
to then hurt myself again some more.

Do you want to know the
reason....Are you really sure?
Ask yourself again...
Because the more and more i dream
my dears
The more memories come back
attached with my fears.
Reece Aug 2014
The colours ran psychedelic in the drear night skies
above a ramshackle house on a country lane
He heard music from the open windows
it was meandering and opaque
Myriad drones flew from a cellar door in the backyard
and a burnt out Chevy housed a family of snakes in the front
"Understand that when you enter-"
A voice came haunted, from a tree in the yard
"... that you will be forever changed"
The door fell from it's hinge, and made no sound on the deck
Everyone was ghosts, pale eyes sunken, yet absurdly alive
Preachers and pragmatists drank beers in the bathroom
discussing Plotinus and Pleiades
Rainbow haired women ran through the walls,
wailing some transient ecstasy and crashing to the floor
eating wildflowers and berries
All eyes washed, acid dipped dreams, screams, it seems, that they were all-
"Hello my name is forgotten"
"Hello, I've forgotten your name"
"Goodbye I must be returning home now"
"Goodbye? But you're already there."

The wooden paneled walls started to peel in the August[ine] humidity
but they kept singing love songs in the kitchen
as the toast burned in the sink
Eat more kosher meat, kid
Hi my name is Doner
But what's in a name really
They squat and lunge in harmonic deviancy
Though by the statuesque running man poses, the dance-floors of hydrodynamic and hydroponic release and reconnaissance were blasted by the man of zen, but only in his third eye, the eye that saw it all

The floors started to bleed, some toxic glue
and the shoes of a tribe were lost there, nobody cared
Bloodied scepter of the soul, rapier of wit
Oh how cruel the searing whip of understanding
and falling away from reality with every dip of stick in candy coloured goo

The morning sun also rose, rosy fingered...
It's all been said before
search for answers on the bathroom floor
or muddied ground
or in the sullied unsound

It's far from profound
because when the night was over
The house was nowhere to be found
REAL Dec 2013
10th month

October 2013:
I went to the cafe
with my best friend Becca
she ordered something to eat
i ordered a tea
i told my adventures with kirsten so far
to all of it she answered
" You two together yet?"
i replyed
" no not yet, i hope soon."
a couple of days after she told
me she just wanted to be friends
i was sad and all, but i was fine with it
She came over my house one morning
we watched a movie
"Love story"
after we went to my room i showed her my poetry
and climbed on the bed and held hands
We went outside
and biked around for awhile
it was like a movie.

the week to come
we had another night advenutre
it was cold that night
but we ran a lot
sat on a river bank
listened to music
and ran off into a golfcourse
near a pond
we threw our glowsticks in
and layed in the grass
ran through sprinklers
and laughed

Fall was starting to make more of an opening
more cold
more colors were breaking in
me and my friend janessa rode the train
one afternoon before thanksgiving
up and down the town we went
enjoying every moment

thanksgiving came
and kirsten came over my house
she kissed me
and we spent the night
in eacothers arms
We enjoyed it
so we did it a couple of more times
after that night
i remember waking ine morning
with her lip marks on my neck

the last week of october
came around the corner,
Kirsten once again told me
she  did not want to be with me
just friends
i accepted it,though i did not want to
i could do nothing
my words were nothing
we spent  five days together
i like to refer to them
" the last five days of friendship"
after those five days
something went wrong
and we barely spoke anymore

it snowed terribly
before Halloween
Otober advenures ended
and ****** november came
Goodbye October
thank you
SomebodyProbably Feb 2021
I've hit you up so many times
My veins collapse and still I find
another to shoot what you now sparingly give
You say you're dry, but I know I'm just not your type

of customer
raw with love Apr 2014
fix me
FIX ME
F (uck me)
I (want you back)
X (is not the word I want to be described with)

M (ine, you were mine and now who are you)
E (vol; maybe if I spell it backwards I can rewind the clock)

fix me
FIX ME
*******
**** ME
FIX ME (it's not your fault I'm broken, it's just that you had
almost made me alright
and now you
crushed me)

fiX Me
i just need to function again
please
please
please

fix me
before I break
every promise
and inscribe
your name on my skin
in red lines

*******
**** me
fix me
Angie S Jan 2018
a song
i write it, weaving my heart's musings into it,
open my window,
and sing

and sing
i imagine my voice catching to the wind,
taking flight as a bird flutters to find a home,
on its way
to you

to you
the wind slows and the winter air
grasps the song i sing
it is torn from the sky and
my throat burns with negativeemotions
the choir of birds do not  mind
they carry their song onwards
but mine
mine
m ine
    mine,
somewhat inspired from doki doki literature club but its about me and my feelings but they're not very good emotions i think

what should i do now? im looking at you. im looking at you
Repost:
~~~~~~~~~~
For me from my love for our children lala, sassy, coco:
I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinning
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
Every time you our darling kids call my name "Mom" Angel Mom"
every time I Mom you call
you sweetie pies lalasassicoco " P. a. t. r. k." papa too comes to mind.

Your names up high in the sky" Scarlet Letter " A" is seen A for Angel.. ine.
My rkrdd, heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra
Abracadabra
You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burning for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra
Abracadabra
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black ******* with an angel's face
I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra
Abracadabra
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Yeah, yeah
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round.
"Here I am, send me an Angel" to lay me down on a greenest grass,
In memory of his velvet canon
caressing my cheek
igniting those forest fires that forever burn
~~
By: Steven Haworth Miller.
https://youtu.be/ynaDdmoPOpU?si=siXjTZvCpekmT0tC
wordvango Aug 2015
within the neurotic neurons those still left
in my ****** up head
perhaps so far down the dumb ones stand atop them and muffle their reasoning
or the ones watching Big Bang every night
drinking Olde English 800
are holding the responsible synapses hostages
for a hit of dope
or trying to find a stash of endorphins
at gunpoint
,but buried deep deep downer in
near the base of my brain,one neuron is waiting for the right
moment to flee....
to gain power over all the broken, needy  ones thinking
starving for chemicals or a quick high
morphine addicted lortab alcohol
******* amphetamine caffeine nicotine
ine
to be ruler,
then I will write a good poem.

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