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Rinsha Razak Dec 2016
My childhood was alluring days,
I miss those days in many ways.
I was so adorable on those days
And delightful like sun rays,
When I was a child,
My heart was painted with full of colours
And filled with beautiful imagination.
The whole world was like a pearl to me.
It was the most happiest days of past.
But I miss those days in many ways.
I played with my childhood friends and brothers.
I played with different types of toys and flowers.
They are like my lovers.

My life filled with happiness and joy.
Those days was heaven for me.
First day my mother left her hand,
She went away with a crying face
It broke my heart in many ways.
It was the first step to my kinder garten.
It was a new atmosphere for me.
I cried and played with ***** mud
And mud caked to my new shoes.
I miss all the fun and beauty of my eyes.
In my childhood i wished for many things.
Now I wish ,I want my funniest childhood days.
I realise they were the big things to me.

All are going through many stages in life.
The day I found my little tricycle in the backyard.
My mind run backward fastly.
Like a super car and all my memories shuffled,
Until I reach the memories of evergreen childhood.
Childhood is the best or world to all.
Everyone want to be a child atleast one day.
I want back my lamp,
To remove the darkness of world.
Music is inside in everyone's heart,
But It won't show out in some case.
Like childhood memories are inside us,
But still it keep fade in our heart.

Never stop playing, screeming, laughing,
It will carry your childhood with you.
We never and ever become older,
We all have an endless breathing and stages.
It can't take back and go back.
Look the world with child eye.
It seems more beautiful than anything.
Reminiscence of childhood were the dreams
That stayed with you after you woke.
Childhood is being carefully held like a glass.
My anguish wishes to be a youngster,
I want my souvenir back and
Blow it Up into a bubble and live inside it forever. ?
Shysta Sep 2014
you turned my life upside down
killed me from inside
kicked me down and threw my crown
and left me here , with no one to guide

cut me down in half a million pieces
treated me worst and the love decreases
between u
between me
between us

millions of lies
never thought about my cries
cause wht he did was no less than a crime
and he can never be worth a single dime
cause he traeted me worst than a dog
and that he was a clog

happy was my life going
he entered and it all got ruined
for his love was something i dreamt about
and what he did ...haa ! Flout !
love ? :o  love was like ****
and every second my heart was bit

with all your lies
and that fake shine in ur eyes
how did he do it ?
how dare he play with my emotions ?
why did he do it ?
why did he do it ?

you held me tight close to ur heart
and u said em ur life's most important part
but i dnt think that part exists now !
cause someone else is to whom ur vowed

you broke my heart at a tender age
and left me ,
all alone in a metal bound cage

em shouting screeming , crying out loud
but em just an ordinary girl in a crowd
u used me ,
cheated me ,
played on me ,

u broke that trust
and came in like a gust
u have to pay back
u have to pay back
u have to pay back !
                   -shysta x)
“The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones.”
Bruised, body to soul
Rocked, sheer force, intrusion
Wracked, self loathing
Spine, chilled to the bone

At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me

Arriving without
Numbing
The push, the pull
The kick, the punch

At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me

A sideways glance
Breaking my skin with your sharp hand
Your deep emblem still stains
Your once artistic hand now plays me into defeat
Your yell bangs and rattles my head
Dropping my memory into no mans land
Blurring to avoid the inevitable

Screeming, screeching, grasping for
Tenderness of word, of skin

You block every inch of my life
My sunlight, my every waking existence
The entrance of change is always guarded
By barbed fists and biting cruelty

At me, to me, for me, in me, reminding me
I wrote this poem and 'Her World' prompted by my work as a Therapeutic Counsellor....harsh but real.
JP Nov 2018
A
Strange one
There was a noise of a nuclear bomb and strange screeming by
neighbours.
When peep out the moon coming near to the earth and slowly joining and sinking a little in the Pacific Ocean and
Now the earth and moon look like a Venn diagram
All flight are landing on moon
mistakenly
Within few minutes
All the countries are fighting
for the occupying the extra portion
I just watching TV
Immediately
Our science are changed
No moon
Earth scale redrafted
Most of the poets committed  suicide
the only community was happy
was politicians Coz
Now they rule the extended earth
Slowly
Moon getting gravity and water
flowing from earth to moon..
Got up..
Ayesha Jun 2020
Picked nails, bleeding lips,
aching teeth in screeming sheep
I'm an anxious wolf.

And I'm howling soundlessly in a valley full of succumb beings
Micheal Wolf Feb 2018
Romeo oh Romeo, he is nowhere to be seen
He sent a woman flowers and got an injunction for two years
He asked a girl at work out and promptly got the sack
She then got promoted after saying he touched her ***
But Juliet now 50 can't get a steady man
No ****** trusts her as she's played with all of them
Chivalry isn't dead, not knights of old
The armour isn't worth it and the white horse has been sold.
So keep showing all that anger and screeming "I'm oppressed!"
Then wonder why you're alone each night as you undress.
Not all men are ******* and not all women mad
Some have survived hell and are worthy of a chance.
So look around your world and try to understand that the next person to like you wasn't the **** that let you down.
Lyss Gia Mar 2018
My hands on hard wood
on soft skin,
on your eyelids
as at three in the morning I put you to bed.
You are drunk and I am on acid.
The whole room is wheeling and the wallpaper peels itself,
I am sad and scared,
and the picture of you lying comfortably
Your hand in my hand
You head full of warm wine
Makes me feel small and alone
I am always caught rebuilding what you knock down
But you have a matches in your hands
and I am the carpinter

Before you fell asleep you looked at me and asked,
"Did you see how he kissed me?"
I wanted to ask you back,
"Did he walk you home, did he peel the clothes from your body?
Did he pull your blankets to your chin
and put a needle on the record?
Did he walk back to his friends alone, with car alarms screeming banshees and concrete littered with dirt and teethandorangepeels and my skin and facehaspores that arerough and large like orangepeels and did he put you in bed?
Where is my hand to hold?
Where is my carpinter

I hope one day I allow myself to fall apart
and I hope someone cares to nail me back together.
Sand down my splinters
and run their fingertips along my forearms
If I tipped over on the street, I don't believe I would wake up at home.
If I eyes grew like saucers and my head filled with echos
I still would walk home alone.
Orli Feb 2021
The only kind of fight
That can numb pain
instead of causing more of it
Is a snow fight

All the tension
All the anger
All the exhaustion
All the self hatred

Just freeze in the air

And your surrounded with
screeming and laughter
Running and ducking
Aiming and throwing

I haven't had a snow fight
In a long time
It was a nice surprise.
I love you so madly.
Your quirks and grins,
the many colors of your skins.
Harmonic melodies where progress begins.

I miss you so sadly.
Your peace and understanding,
the pinnacle of Humanity.
We've lost our tune, turning a minor chord on one another.

You disgust me, certainly.
Your shouting and screeming.
Like animals we fight, seething.
An unorganized orchestra of adult children.

I loathe you completely.
Your beatings and killings.
The streets run red from a rainbow of dead.
We've laid down our instruments and taken up swords.

Beautiful lives destroyed.
They hang like ornaments in the trees.
Beautiful lives taken.
You rip them from cars and leave them in the streets.
Beautiful lives forgotten.
As soon as we revisit our screens.

I want to love you, preserve you.
I feel I must destroy you from those who would pervert you.

I geuss I am you.
Poem based on current events in the USA as of July 04 2020.
Udeshna Bhuyan Aug 2018
Symbol is not a symbol,
Rather its a guide standing just next to you screeming all loud to find it.
Fear is not fear,
Rather it's a warning to let you know all fake weakness breathing high within.
Road is not road,
Rather its a journey to the longest way where you may have to rest forever.

— The End —