If you wanted to play The game of remember when I could take it And repeat it Using only egg whites And orange slices Only to discover This may never get better.
I've read the pamphlet upside down From side to side And still continue to find myself With semi open eyes Not sure where, the tide rose Between the hermit crabs That nestled and woke me From a doe eyed slumber To say, it was all meant to be Incredibly challenging.
It's the victim hood The beating yourself into a pseudo Fake courage Filled with paraphrased words You took from the gutter That artists before Have worn like old scarves Only to then sell them at a yard sale For a penny or a whole dollar more.
I wrote on the walls I encouraged you too as well I've always been one to raise the moon.
It's why the fields are always left A little dry from one side Once I've built my log cabin And decided That the corn had turned rotten.
I wrote you some poems Made some art too Played your mama, your sister, your coach, your lover Only to then Grow past you too.
The confusing emotion You drown yourself with it I've heard you before It's the victimization And ruminating on the floor The endless vent sessions Where you remain idle And frantic For why I've gotta be brave enough To shut my own door.
Ohhh I fell I fell for you Can't say when and why Even I m asking myself why??? Why??? Why for you??? Nothing!!! Yeah nothing!!! The answer is nothing!!! I hated to see your name in my contact. Your status... mean nothing to me means everything to me. Your each picture saved in my phone... deleted and again saved. It really hurts when I stare your pictures in my hidden part of gallery... or the hidden part of my heart!!! I know I'm befooling myself. Your messages not for me but still it brings a vigour in me. We see each other... You shake your hand and I hold my beat... expecting not to reply... But when you bow I just kneel. It's nothing for you I know... But for that I waste my whole sleep. It's true we are not friends... but I guess not strangers too. I can see when you goggling me then and now... I notices your small efforts to make me spell something for you... I always see when you focussing on my talks... but not say a word... What should I relate from that... ??? What should I name it??? What should I??? Why should I???
fell.
Author: Kanak Kashyup
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Date: 01/04/2020
№ 1200964
Fell off a horse
Fell off a horse and rose to my feet Bruised and dismounted... my eyes chiseled Into sharp orbs. My bandy limbs, throbbing From the test.
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Before the fall, i was born - On the moon. I never broke a bone In my eye.
I never believed when people said music was better raw and rugged. I thought, that's only what people say when they haven't practiced enough.
I never thought the dying leaves of fall was romantic, I had hoped the trees could keep it together and not show anyone that they need a break.
I never believed when you said you fell in love with me while I was broken on the bathroom floor.
I had never known beauty as a present circumstance, Only as an apology that my shipment came late, and I'll have more soon, I promise.
I had never known that Breaking and Hurting and Healing Were not to choke down and swallow But to breathe into and believe that It's not romantizing pain, But admitting the reality Of what life actually is.
This is where the beech tree fell All that remains is a splintered stump All the birds morn her death And with no songs bow their heads
The forest weeps in silent tears in falling leaves For she was the last boarder of the ancient woodlands Now her shadow with never be cast in her majestic frame Never one liken to her will ever be seen again
Through the years by the new road She had endured motorized impacts Even her new buds of early spring Would replace their own when singed
Mighty was her endurance of winds swift and fast She had withstood the blight of many a parasite Had broken off limbs for the fear of loosing all On hot heat waves that could finish ones all
In her younger years of life She had witnessed great battles Seen many a brave man Fall on her espied battlefield
Yet that night of that great tempest She made her whispers to the others And as the corn turned bloody red She resigned herself to her death bed
The smell of your chest both Comforts and sickens Me.
fell.
Author: Lauren Sage
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Date: 28/03/2020
№ 1198073
An Angel Fell Down
An Angel fell down and looked around This new world of ours she just had found Enthralled by the vaults of evenings sky Nights hand touches heaven high No ages lost past times call out She hears more where there is no shout She sees why human hearts and eyes Do not all yearn for the heaven's skies Bones of the earth the sweet world's air She come to see as whole and fair Sees love and wisdom shaped this land As much as her own God so grand Began to see her time for change Was come and though it felt so strange Vision and love had now outgrown The bonds of harsh religion flown Ahead lie worlds and dreams all new A kinder world comes into view And if ordered home by the King of Kings She'd stand as a woman and shed her wings
