"thr" poems
. ***
The
Xyr-
-esic
Steel of justice
Cold and unrelenting
Cutting
through
Foes of
The thr-
-one ga-
- urding
Friends
Forever
preserv-
-ing pe-
-ace
.***
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
I didn't write this one. Its actually part of spoken poetry lyrics .. im sharing it because I feel like start to finish I can relate to every word, every feeling. I consider myself the girl behind the mask
The girl behind the mask doesnt understand the beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, and it doesnt matter how many times I have told her she still relies on the opinions of people of who dont realize that what they see as shy is in fact the feeling of lonley,
The feeling of whatever she does Is not quite good enough, the feeling of constantly disappointing the people closest who only want to see her happy,
But instead they have to watch the detoeratation and can do nothing. They hope and pray that one day the girl behind the mask will finally say with content and honesty to herself "IM HAPPY "
I can put these feelings of no self worth on the shelf and live on, build up my life and repair myself from the past,
And can finally say to myself that at last " IVE DONE IT"
I've beat the demons inside my soul, the demons that made my thoughts and life cold,
The ones that made me contemplate my life, my confidence, my existence and my future, made me feel hurt that cant be fixed with a suture,
The girl behind the mask doesnt see that her strength shines so much brighter, you see the girl behind the mask doesnt know what she is capable of, it's as if how blind to how happy she makes everyone, she puts a smile on a face of the person feeling down, shes blind to the fact that she can turn a sad day around, and make people smile from ear to ear,
But when she takes off the mask she's filled with nothing but fear, fear of what the next day brings her, as if she's waiting for her sentence and there's nothing but rumours being spread around about her.
The girl behind the masks is the definition of beauty , the meaning of strength, she needs to know thats its the duty, of everyone who cares to help in the fight, to make her realize that her life is her life, to understand that there is nothing to be afraid of, she has family and friends that will show depression what they are made of,
The girl behind the mask needs to lift her head up and open her eyes and realize that she'll never be alone and as much as she may feel it, the pain she is feeling now.... happiness will heal it
So be strong and proud of the person you are because with strength and power the end of these feeling isn't far, and you can smile,dance, and sing live thr life that u were deprived from, the life you have not yet felt.. the life u lived contemplating overdose or the rope. The feeling of eating was hell, the life u lived where everything goes wrong you will be free from all the anxiety and pain
Look at yourself in the mirror and say these words to your self, "why am I letting this control me, look at your beauty. As hard as it seems you need to smile. Its your duty, then see your pain as a emotional journey,
Remember certainly there is a destination waiting for u to be happy at last.. but please be strong stay strong the girl behind the mask
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
Au(Or)al Tune
When (O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity knocks –
Ah, pour that tune into me
n(O)t
just write or speak
but
/zIg:zAg/
gut--
--teral mut--
--ter yarns
With
Mouth-churn--
--ing-beat-lick--
--ings.
Half-grown seedling ([her]bal:e(X)ssen(10)ces)
into sm(O)ke
adolescent (O)re worn from being p(o)(o)r—
it was nE(X)CESSary for:
battles
birds
beats
b(O)(O)ks
bottles
bucks
b(O)nes
boys
being(bad)
sm(O)ke-rings w(ear)y with surr(end)er
stripped
v(O)wel
for
v(O)wel
thr(OU)gh the yawn: (O)nly
“(O)h.”
(O)h
… foll(O)ws
the
You’re w(or)th-knowing-ONLY-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke.
VERSE/VERSUS: the
You’re-w(or)th-knowing-AT:LEAST-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke
VERSE/VERSUS:
for (u)s
it’s the worst type of verse
when it’s
them:VERSUS:us
(verses)
likewise -- (O)r worse --
it should really be about//
a bad in (u)s: Y(O)U:ME
(O)h after a
kn(O)ck
(O)h after a
t(u)ne:://
(end)-verse
for worse – it’s an
(end)-versus-us
type of verse.
(O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity
pouring
ringing e(X)cesses
like
ear-worms to
hear words to
heat hearts.
Ah::rest that mouth-verse onto me.
(restful//fluster)
Ah::rest that mouth
(silent//listen)
soulless gall(O)w r(u)ng
lipless v(O)wel sl(u)ng
like
ARTS::between::STARS
then
VOICES RANT ON::into::CONVERSATION
then
PAYMENT RECEIVED::yet::EVERY CENT PAID ME
worst-verse:
Y(O)u//like hanging
your dipTH(O)NGS
on (O)pportun(e)ity’s d(O)(O)r
like
sm(O)ke-rings
like
being(bad)
like
Y(O)U:ME
like
(O)h. n(O).
(end)-verse:
worst-verse:
L(I)ttle.Kn(O)wn.V(O)wel::
n(O)(O)se big for (u)s
ALL.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
When a rose bud is born... It slowly raises it's head...
Like wise was my tiny baby s sleeping closed eyes.. deep in sleep..
The stark deep red rose bud comes out of the green...
The same was the brightness of my son... Spotless, shining, serene..
The bud blooms,
That bright, glowing, strong petals
Likewise was the skin of my son... Like a shining sun..
But alas we love the young buds a far too much
We cut it and put in in vase
I am here staring at a bud like that in a hospital,
From behind the glass wall I am staring both.... I am reading innocence of both...
In NICU, my son is sleeping, lost in between the pipes which is giving him life,
The bud too in the vase thinking of it's mother...yearning to be in arms of it's mother..
The *** that holds it's mother out side.. Is also waiting for it to return...maybe!!
May be scared to bloom another bud....
The pain of losing is thr for both of us...
To loose is easy
To live in uncertainty is not...
How does a new born baby feel...I know not...
How to satisfy day old baby s hunger ....I know not..
How is a 6th day* celebration done I know not...
How does it feel to bathe a new born...I know not...
What I know though
Is that my new born is sleeping in NICU
I have been staring him from glass for past one month
I will wear clean, sterilized clothes am ushered to be near him..
For few seconds... Once in 24 hrs... My maternal love becomes alive...
Though I go near him, cameras are thr, I cannot touch him, I can feel his breathing..I can see him sleeping...
My hands behind..
Face covered with mask..
I gaze at him with blurred eyes,
I give him love of both his dad* and myself...
Just for that moment...
Both of us again stand behind that glass wall
We show our son to all those who pass by
We hide our tears behind our smiles..
We stand again in wait thr...
When I took my month old baby in my arms for first time....
He is still the same, he looks still the same...
How are these wonders of universe, the creators..
How can a colorful life become color-less..
Each day, each moment some where a new bud is born..
A new creation everyday...
Sparkle in Wisdom
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
.
•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will dwindle within minutes•no words
could match such beauty that deals in infinites •
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ *si nk ing unse~en beyo nd the thr eshold• the mi ~ghty ~~
~ ~ s un grows red der•~night sky cree ps in, with th e ~
~~ ~moon smilin g bold• ad opting her ~stan ce as the ~ ~
~~ ~ gua rdi~an hereaf ter• entour age~ of s tars ~
~ ***** le with s peckle s of g old • ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ b~idding farewell t o ~ ~ ~
~ ~t he su ~n's* ~ ~~~
~ ~~ ~ ~ ~
~~ ~ ~ ~ ~
ruling sceptre•
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
I write some things,
and it seems so worthless
I say something,
and it feels so wordless
Maybe that's the purpose
Memories formless,
deep thought verses
Thinking comes to surface
Rhyming to plead something
Writing but I
say nothing I have
not forgot You're all I got
Just trying to all stop
make the doubts
So be fore you
go --
don't walk away
Eventually I will have
l ines to
offer y o u But you
must stay -- be here for
what I ' m
go ing thr
oughSta_y. by my
s I. de &
give* Me ~ timeYou
mustKn ow that
my brain
may be _ sick . . . but I'll
be okay .
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
*(A message to you
Inspired by the THR Family)*
You came to us sick, frightened, confused
What happened next became international news.
We saw you so ill, with everything to lose
Our goal was to help you because that’s what we do.
Alone in a dark ICU room
We fought for your life, our team and you.
We cared for you kindly
No matter our fear
You thanked us each time that we came near.
As each day pressed on, you fought so hard
To beat the virus that dealt every card.
No matter how sick or contagious you were
We held your hand, wiped your tears, and continued our care.
Your family was close, but only in spirit
They couldn't come in; we just couldn't risk it.
Then the day came we saw you in there
We wiped tears from your eyes,
knowing the end was drawing near.
Then it was time, but we never gave up
Until the good lord told us he had taken you up.
Our dear Mr. Duncan, the man that we knew
Though you lost the fight, we never gave up on you.
All of us here; at Presby and beyond
Lift our hats off to you, now that you’re gone.
You touched us in ways that no one will know
We thank you kind sir for this chance to grow.
May you find peace in heaven above
And know that we cared with nothing but love.
*~ postscript.
this poem is not mine; it was penned by a nurse who wishes to remain anonymous. it spoke to me of the passion with which so many, many caregivers serve, so i wanted to share it with you, and in so doing salute each of those who serve us all in the medical community.
the following was published by ABC News on 10/20/14:
"The last nurse to leave the hospital room where Thomas Eric Duncan died has written a poem about the Ebola patient, penned during the sleepless days after Duncan's death, a source told ABC News.The Associated Press. The source provided the poem to ABC News, noting that the nurse who wrote it asked to remain anonymous. Duncan, the first person in the United States to be diagnosed with Ebola, died at the Dallas hospital on Oct. 8. Two of the nurses who cared for Duncan -- Nina Pham, 26, and Amber Vinson, 29, have been diagnosed with Ebola.(Editor's note: THR refers to Texas Health Resources, the company that owns Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital.)"*
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
I am your poet
when you need a light to shine through thr dark, clouded curtains
that you call your mind.
I cannot give you the sun or the moon,
I cannot offer you a thousand rings.
But I would write you endless amounts of sonnets
until you drown in my poetry.
My words will be yours,
Every letter will be written for you.
These lines will be your constant reminder
that you will always be enough.
But, it seems like you will read
but you will never know
that these poems that tore my skin
was all made for you.
This is all for you.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
About 2 watch a m0vie
I'll b seeing it Through my eyes
I hope its ur face I find
Its been so long
Since I felt ths way
Dnt knw wht 2 say
Thrs no sense of direction
No commitment
Nothing tht wud make me run away
Not once did u judge me
On how I am
Nor hav u tried 2 change me
U r fine with wh0 I am!
U knw I can not love u
N0t tht I dnt want 2
But nxt 2 me u stand
Ur da only 1 thts different
Da way u stood tall 4 me
And defended me
No1 has eva done tht 4 me!
I knw ths 4 a fact
U & I will walk 2getha
Quite a distance
I'll be seeing you in my movie
I'll be waiting at da bar
Thr I will thank you
4 being da best I'v had s0 far
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
The girl in the mirror
Who is she?
The girl in the mirror,
I don't recognise her anymore,
Sometimes she looks at the distance,
Her ghostly looks
Send through me a shiver,
Her lips move
But I can't hear a word she utters
And then she zeroes in on me again
Her eyes go vacant,
Her face goes grave
And I realise
She is no longer there,
Just a ghost
A shadow
Of who she once was
Still haunting
The body she used to dwell in
A heart
Forced to beat.
Who stole the light in those eyes?
Her face looks familiar,
Yet so estranged.
I take a step towards her,
She does too.
I move my hand,
And she follows
The realisation came,
The girl In the mirror,
Is no one else
But myself.
Dark circles,
Creating a contrast against her pale skin
It is so hard to look
At the jagged cuts all across her thighs.
Who would ever be gentle
Across her jagged cuts?
Who would pull her up,
From the midnight thoughts she has been sinking in
Farther and farther?
Who else,
If not she, herself?
She is the anchor
Weighing her wings down,
But she also has the power of wind
That won't be bound.
She is sunshine and darkness both,
In her own world
And she must and she will learn
How to balance the colors
To create a perfect picture
So tonight is the time
To fall in love with the girl in the mirror
Oh yes,
The girl in the mirror
Found herself,
The girl in thr mirror
Stopped looking for help.
she realised
Perfection is perceptional
And not itself perfect.
Beware of her,
For you have not seen her best yet.
One day she will show the world the
Art she carries within herself.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Thrashed interminably
to find a Death
like this,
Death like this;
digs d
e
e
p
,
to make room, for you:
that
obdurate;
swart;
gelid;
merry-go-round.
In the centre of
maelstrom;
tranquility lives,
as 393 echos evaporate
amid Amaranth
& Hibiscus,
Amen.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
I love the sound of clouds rolling in the morning
The sight of the grey of a coming storm
Clashing with the dark of a whithering night
And I could feel the rain coming
A feefall of raindrops
Washing away any haunts left by night
Thr chorus of an autumn's monsoon
Clashing with the whispers of the wind
Slowly will it pass
Slowly will the sun take its place
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
Walking in the path,
A small foot path,
Made under the shade of trees,
By flattened grass of walking feets.
Walking and moving in endless thoughts,
I have reached a narrow muddy path,
I look behind and see a long empty lane,
I look forward again.....
I see a small endless muddy lane,
It's covered
with
Datura and Gum Arabic trees...
One is poisonous vespertine flowering plant another a thorny ****
It's a narrow Lane we call it "Pagdandi"....a narrow Lane made in mud by people walking on it over and over again,
This lane has been unknown to me,
Miles and miles and destination less....
I heard my heart,
and here I am walking on this lane...
For unpredictable future...
It was dusty, dry and thorny...
I don't know IT'S destination,
I don't know "MY" destination..
Life is also just like this,
Endless lawns of meaningless green pasteurs...
Empty, silent sprinkled with colors,
When I move a nameless destination awaits..
And the desire to reach the destination keeps me moving...
In between I cross the tarred black roads, long like snakes,
I compare the black tarred road to relatives and friends who knock on our door,
They come smile, laugh and go...
And when I cross the road
I am left in the same muddy lane...
This muddy lane, I wonder,
Is it not a reflection of Life??
Everyone has a dream,
some even work on fulfilling the dream,
But, If one does achieve the dream even then,
Is not life just the same again??
Don't we all finally desire
for
Home cooked good food,
Eaten around happy faces,
In a place we call home,
Where our family lives...!!
Is not the life we had before is what we want later ??
But somewhere in the corner of heart
One aspires so much..
Wealth, Comfort, Desires, Name, Fame, Success...
All this in the name of HAPPINESS....!!
But the road to all this is same muddy lane we call "Pagdandi"...
Happiness is with all of them,
Who were thr in my thoughts...
When I walked in that lane...
Happiness is in the "muddy dusty lane"
Filled with thorns of Gum Arabic tree (babool)
And
Poisonous vespertine flowers of Datura plants...
Happiness is in walking in life what path we come across...
Happiness is making memories and filling it with laughter, stories and smiles.
STILL DESTINATION LESS
Sparkle in Wisdom.
24/12/2011.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
There are countless tally marks engraved into this
pit of hurt and sorrow. I have been down
here lying flat on my belly trying not to
grind my teeth. Your name keeps
circling my head making me
dizzier and dizzier by the
minute. When I finally
realize I am being su-
rrounded by water,
it's too late.I look
all around for an
escape but your
name just dan-
ces in front of
my eyes. Eve-
ry hole on my
face starts to
fill up. I beg
myself to st-
op crying, but
I can't hear.
The water wa-
nts to take
me too, but
the weight
tied around
my ankles m-
akes it impos-
sible. When
I look up thr-
ough the tra-
nquil water I
swear the
last thing
I see is
your
sm
il
e.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
I stood so firm giving out my speech to people who really inspire to me people who care I felt like I was rare up on the stage and giving condolences to all my fans nice life but would clash wood smooth wooden chair but thoughs going wild on the air drank champagne looking at a crowed all there to celebrate me I new this was the start of something, something very sparky iv never felt so alive it was about time I waked up and shine but would clash wood wearing my Italian suit looking like the person on my mirror wooden door I was trying to open but thoughts all over thr door would this happen...??? Kept asking me questions but I found the answeres while I was celebrating ..
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
I-I-I c-can't stop this stutter, t-this involuntary tremble,
And I-I can't seem to close m-my eyes,
Br-bright lights and h-hooker screams,
I'm s-scared of this place that doesn't s-seem to exist
To the rest o-o-of the ignorant world,
S-stutter, I'm sick of be-being tongue tied,
Cut it out a-and paint these filthy s-s-streets
With a saliva and b-bloody liquid,
I wouldn't mind, I-I'm a part of t-the ignorant world,
They w-wouldn't m-m-mind either.
Cut o-out my tongue and dis-dissolve my words
So I don't have to c-ch-choke upon
Thr-th-three words I've n-never s-s-said
Th-three w-words I c-co-could never s-say.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 3:13 AM UTC
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
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
He lies and lies and hides his truth
He thinks himself clever
But is just a twit
He claims that he is falling
And perhaps yesterday that was true
But today for sure I know he lies
And lies and lies and hides
Because he stopped falling
And has fallen
To the asylum I say him visit
And I heard him howling
At the moon
I tell the truth that he is no longer falling
Because I heard the doctor through
The hospital walls
He has fallen into madness
Lost all hope from reason
The doctot clearly said
No hope at all
For he has fallen hard
So hard he has lost his head
And replaced it with his heart
Fallen mad
His heart for his head
Drawn his eyes and mouth
With crayons every shade of red
He no longer talks
He only sings
And to make things worse
In a dreadful voice
He sings off key
He sings his lies of falling
Falling falling
Lies and lies and lies is where he hides
You can check the chart yourself
Thr doctor left it out for all to see
He isn't falling
He has fallen
Fallen mad to love
And that loves
For you
The only cure
The doctor fears
Is an axe to remove
The heart he claims as his head
But even then the doctor fears
Its too late
To stop whats already fallen
And that no matter what
You do
He will always
Be in love with you
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
There once was a place
where the townspeople were formal
they made fun of people
who didn't act "normal"
The loyal, royal cow
didn't like
that the townspeople
wouldn't bow
The scary, hairy bear
didn't like
that the townspeople
would stare
The teeny, tiny mice
didn't like
that the townspeople
weren't nice
The swirly, whirly bird
didn't like
that the townspeople
acted absurd!
One day a wise old owl
came to town
and asked the townspeople
to settle down
The wise old owl
made a decree;
"The townspeople should be nice
to everybody!"
"There are people afoot
that act different than you,
but they are still people,
and deserve respect, too!"
The townspeople realized
that the wise old owl was keen,
The townspeople felt bad
that they were being so mean.
The townspeople's hearts
filled with love that was hearty,
and decided to throw everyone
a party!
Thr loyal, royal cow
liked that the townspeople would bow!
The scary, hairy bear
Liked that the townspeople would stare!
The teeny, tiny mice
liked that the townspeople were nice!
as for the the swirly, whirly bird....
the townspeople's friendship, was preferred!
The End
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
WE WERE HEADING TOWARDS BEIJING AS I SIPPED MY DRINK,
I KNEW THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG FASTER THAN YOU THINK,
A YOUNG IRANIAN WAS STANDING UP BRANDISHING A KNIFE,
WHEN THAT HAPPENS - YOU IMMEDIATELY FEAR FOR YOUR LIFE;
ALSO AN OLDER MIDDLE EASTERN MAN WAS UP IN THE FRONT OF THE PLANE,
WE WERE CIMBING - I WONDERED IF I'D SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN,
THE AIR SEEMED THIN BUT NO MASKS DROPPED FROM THE CEILING,
PEOPLE STRUGGLING FOR BREATH - EVEN THE MIDDLE EASTERN MAN WAS KNEELING,
THR PLANE SEEMED TO TURN AND STARTED TO DROP IN HEIGHT,
SO LOW OVER THE MAINLAND - YOU COULD SEE LIGHT,
THEN THERE WAS ANOTHER TURN AND WE BEGAN TO CLIMB,
SUDDENLY THE CO-PILOT APPEARED, SHOUTING: 'THERE'S
BEEN A CRIME,'
INTO HIS MOBILE PHONE BUT WOULD ANYONE HEAR HIM
SO FAR AWAY?
THOSE WHO COULD STILL BREATHE BEGAN TO PRAY.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
I was so sure,
So sure about that part of me.
And now I'm gone,
I'm in too deep.
This feeling that I have,
I've never felt before,
I don't know if its confusion,
Or something much more.
You look at me and
I feel like you actually see me
Which is probably one of the
most frightening things.
And I was so cold on top
Of that rooftop.
Talking about stars.
You playng songs with secret meanings.
Me pretending I didn't know what you
Were trying to tell me
With thr lyrics you sang aloud
"This song is perfect for right now"
But I loved it.
I love being cold and you coming closer.
The way our arms touched and
your right shoe rested on my left
The way your head rested on my shoulder
But this is wrong
And you know why I looked up to the sky
When your head turned and stared at me.
Waiting for me to look so our lips might touch.
But I can't
No matter how much I wanted it
That's not who I am..
"What makes you so sure?"
I'm not.
I'm just scared
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
Our lives are like a comedy series
From the 90's and classic recorded cackles,
Black and white screen tickle our fantasies,
Autumn patters deliver chortles
A box of popcorn
And a ticket to be seen,
The audience inpact overjoyed
To each hilarious scene,
Signature idle of Charlie Chaplin
History remained into our brains,
'Till the thick red curtains are finally falling
Bows and gertures
Do not mess with thr jesters
Because if you do,
They will give you bullets of chapters,
Of laughing,
Laughing,
And laughing
Think thrice, why do you collect these mixtapes?
Zodiac's sunflower suddenly became cozy
Most of the time the crazies,
Make you feel sane
And the normals,
Could make you crazy,
Or worse
Cutting our mourns,
Then savour the sweet devour
During depression—
Then soon,
Came the after laughters,
Laughing,
And giggling,
And laughing
Happy Gum-ball machine
Rainbow Russian roulette
Delighted condolences
May or rather be an insult
Not all 'after laughters' end up—
With good results
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
And I can't
I caN'T mAke YOu sEe wHaT I See ;
THe hOrroR, tHe chaNce oF caTaStrophe :(
YOu liSten tO tHat whiCh wiLL iNevitablY cRy
AnD I aM a LiE, ThR in uR miNd :(
NOw
FEel tHe freeFaLL
GEt hiGh fRom geTtinG loW
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
Not evry1s meant to last 4vr
Sum come togethr
thy r beautiful,
thy hold da fires of passion widin em
Thy lyt each odr up,
thn thy burn each odr to da ground...
others.. others come together in peace
thy lauf
thy love
thy part ways btr for having met.
Thn thr r some,
Who consume each odr,
Thy destroy each odr,
Thy rebuild each oder,
Bt alas thy go Seperate ways,
Btr for both.
Have u heard of those,
Rare,
Twosomes who are 2gthr 4vr?
Thy love, thy lauf,
Thy consume, thy lyt fires,
Thy fyt, thy burn,
Thy rebuild, thy remake,
Thy alter, thy stay,
4ever 2gther.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC