You're going to miss her when she's gone
You're going to wonder where she went
You couldn't EveN hear her screaming for help and that she was barely hanging on by a frayed thread
Casually dismissing most things she's said
I suppose 'IT' doesn't matter now
She's somehow off better wherEveR she is now.......
All your promises were a lie.
All your tears were a lie.
All your laughter was a lie.
Now I will come in memories, I will be missing.
The punishments will also tell you, "What did you do? You did it"
I wish i was yours ,
If I was yours, they would not be sadness,
I wish you were mine.
You are such a beautiful source of inspiration, never ending, so fullfilling, you pour out of my lips and fingers every second I am breathing!
Do you remember when we met The STREETLIGHTS which don’t emit light had personified our walking path .
That day the STREETLIGHTS felt something else, it was something magical.
just the way u light me up, that day the STREETLIGHTS had light up every path we crossed.
May be that day i fell in love with STREETLIGHTS and a little more for you.
Some days are solely meant for silent late night drives, exchanging stories with your closest friends across the bonfire and waking up at 3 pm. Some days are solely meant for adventures with the people you love.
La vida tan tranquila pasa... Transitoria fluyendo constante y líquida.
Escapándose de entre las manos; derramándose por el suelo, evaporandose los sueños de ésta vid•a•gua derramada están; escurriendose hacia los recovecos más profundos y obscuros de esta vid•a•gua van los buenos sentimientos y las buenas ideas. Las malas, flotan, se encharcan y se quedan ahí, estancadas y sucias, revolviendose y dando orígen a otras ideas, acciones, y sentires flotantes atascados e igual de sucias...
Change creeps in,
Cramping up those overworked limbs.
Skin sticks stubbornly to the bones.
Forging a sandpaper-wrapped skeleton.
Hunger finds a home for the night,
And slowly devours it's host.
"You are what you eat", the world says,
Some people are Nothing.
Fatigue puts a coat on,
And takes a walk down the highway.
It slithers in tattered blankets and
And lulls the weary to Sleep.
Hope packs it's bags,
And silently sets out in the night.
Making it's way to the Home,
Those feet failed to reach.
Words line up together,
And fill up a column in a newspaper.
Numbers pass by...
Mike Tyson is coming over for dinner today and the whole family is excited!
Mom is baking cookies and preparing the salads.
Dad is dusting off the punching bag for the after dinner festivities.
Jimmy and Jacob are vigorously practicing their piano for the appreciation songs they composed for Iron Mike and will be performing them at tempo- “molto allegro”.
“Let’s hope he likes Polish sausages” said Steve, the uninvited republican as he tunes his dusty banjo.
Fighting and not talking to each other was fine because i knew you were there with me.
Now that, you've decided to go, i standing here alone,
What could've been done to prevent this from happening...
आँखों की नमी हो या
लबों की वो ठहरी सी उदासी
तुम कितना भी मुस्कुरा लो
तुम्हें तुम से पहले हम समझते है ।।
अपनों की महफ़िल में
वो ग़ैर सी तुम्हारी हँसी
वो लफ्ज़ो पर वाह करते है
और हम,उनके दरमियां
खिंची ख़ामोशी का शोर
अब तलक सुनते है।
तुम कितना भी मुस्कुरा लो,मगर
तुम्हें तुम से कही ज्यादा
आज भी सिर्फ़ हम समझते है ।।
Kuch logon ko khauf hai,
Ki Khuda sab dekh raha hai,
Hum shukr karthe hai,
Ki Khuda sab dekh raha hai.
I feel we are afraid to actually talk.
I don’t know if you hate me or love me.
Because I TRULY love you.
I want to submit to you.
I’m waiting on you to request me.
To command me.
Sadly lost my father in law on the 30th April 2020, this is a poem I wrote. Its been a while since I've sat down and poured my emotions out on to paper.
Even though i can't hold your hand,
I know you'll guide me through this land.
The memories are forever in my head,
Even as the tears stain the pillows on my bed.
Your warmth and love will live on,
Even though your now gone.
But your not really gone to me,
Its plain for anyone to see.
That I love you with all my heart,
I did from the very start.
Never will anyone forget you,
That much I promise is true.
I'll tell of you to anyone who will listen,
As the tears make my eyes glisten.
DO YOU REMEMBER (FINAL)
Do you remember the day you held my hand for the first time and i took it back instantly and you asked me why did i do so . I said you I'm scared people hold hand for now not for too long .
Do you remember when our eyes first meant you said i have the most beautiful eyes in the world, and now you don’t even want to see those eyes for a second.
Do you remember when you said your smile lights up my world, but see I'm not smiling and still you live your life in the most beautiful manner.
Do you remember when you said you won't let me cry, and now you became the reason for my tears.
Do you remember when we use to walk and you use to leave me in between without noticing wh...
Semanas complicadas, donde mi paz mental huido. Noches sin dormir esperando ese día, lágrimas caían todas esas madrugadas en solo pensar en que iba a decir, preocupaciones que no dejaban dormir, dolores de cabeza que hacían los días interminables.
Mi parte humana me estaba venciendo, no se veía la inteligencia emocional por ningún lugar.
Llegó el día, parecía fuerte que hasta yo mismo al verme al espejo eso pensé, si, eso era lo que proyectaba.
A simple vista podían observar en mí un caballero sereno, serio, articulando con toda propiedad, siguiendo la ética en todo momento.
Cuando pensé que había hecho bien las cosas, que sentía un alivio por dentro porque se acaba esa pesadilla que viví...
jagged knife edges
carved from primordial soil
before humanity arrived
was there toil?
or was it just clumps of matter, formed, and twisted into shapes which only brains can enforce with meaning imprinted
no complaining, just grinding and chiseling away at the indifferent structures until
an audience existed to appreciate the
“wonders of the world”
There are days I never wanna sleep and there are days when I never wanna wake up.
People say perception is reality, but I am not one to agree.
You may be posting about him and all your ”happiness”, but the one you truly love is me.