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May 21 beacuse death could not wait for me....
Because death could not stop for me,
i stopped kindly for him,
the carriage held by ourselfs,and conquer immortality for life,
i drove slowly-and death had no haste,
and i had put away,
My labour and leisure too,
for my death"s civility,
i passed my school,where i once strove,
at trecess-in the ring,
i passed the fields,where the grazing grain,
stared at me my setting sun,
or rather my death was drawing near,
the dews drew quivering and chill,
for only to held me in its bosom.
to snatch me from my mother"s bosom,
i paused before my house,that said to me
i might not see the pale face of my mother again,
a swelling ground where a lily would swey in the hard wind,
the roof was scarely visible where i would nevr see the dawn again,
the cornice ground where i would never smell the morning dew again,
the window where i sit for hours,see the night falling,
i would never see the swing, that swayed with a dream of touching the sky,
the smell of the wet ground,of the rains setting in,
the touch of winter,i would nevr feel cold or wet,
i would see,the centuries becoming ages,
empire"s falling,telling the sad tale of it"s glory,
the faces of kings and knights,telling how bravely they died,
i hear the sounds of sad and deceased lovers,who wish,
that if they had lived with their loved one"s,
if they the poewer to turn back the time.
my time has come,hard for me to go,
i touched my motehr"s hand,she gave me whisper,
i gave her a sigh,i took her trembling hand and said,
i would be awiting for you,in eternity.
but now it"s not your time, but mine.
while i lived,i did not fight any enemies,
i fought myself,and the enemy was inside me,
i have an obligation against god,want to know,
for those who,died before fighting,
i conqured my fears,and i conqured my death.
May 15 Walk with me.............................................................it is madness... 
To hate all roses
because you got scratched with one thorn... 
To give up on your dreams
because one didn’t come true... To lose faith in prayers
Because one was not answered...
To give up on your efforts Because one of them failed... To condemn all your friends Because one betrayed you... Not to believe in love Because someone was unfaithful or didn’t love u.
To throw away all your chances to be happy Because you did not succeed on the first attempt.... I hope that as you go on your way You don’t give in to madness
Remembering always ... Another friend A new love A renewed strength
Be my friend Look for hapiness in every day The sure path to failure is to give up! It is often through failure that future success come – KEEP TRYING! God bless you. March 22 The Dead Inn
Let the tearful go to the sidewalk as you walk into a dead inn meant for dead men ridden for the after life i run into a cold nine inch knife i lived my life in strife . Girl that Bled her Soul
Standing on the corner Watching cars drive by She is standing there alone No one notice that she cries Suddenly a car is stopping He roles down the window Asks her"How much hunni"? And they disappear like a shadow She is a Queen of the night Girl of the cities dirty streets Only knowing that she's alive By feeling her hearts beat She lets him touch her body But he can't get to her soul And though it's been broken her heart still seems to be whole After he is finished with her He dumps her some where Doesn't want any one to see him "He has never been there"! Another car drives by her She can hardly stand anymore Her life is just so messed up Thinking of her life before Before she started doing drugs Back when she was daddy's girl She had everything back then She lived in a perfect world And now she just wants to die Knowing that what she do is wrong A car stops, pulling herself together She tries to smile and to seem strong *I didn't know how to end this, so sorry for the crappy ending. This poem was really hard for me to write...I was in evening and I know that young girls prostitute them self, but I have never been in the middle of it all, like I was this evening. It broke my heart to see those young girls at 14-16 years old, going in to cars and leave with old men, made me cry!!! I wanted to safe them all, I wanted to scream at them and do something, but hey what can I do??? Nothing!!! Well I just had to get it out, sorry!!! A drop that fell and froze forever
A tear drop in my hand It fell from my eyes I wonder why I always cry. I get hurt by men All the time I do not trust them They always make me cry. Although I have three men I trust I will never see two of the three. I always get lied to Even from girls I try to help them out But I get stabbed in the back. Why do they lie? I do not know I wonder if it was my fault. I trust them with all my heart I tell them what they need to know, Maybe it is all my fault. I have trouble sleeping I am afraid of my dreams I cry when I wake up Just like I cry before I go to sleep. This tear drop in my hand Is starting to dry But I am afraid I new one Will soon come and fall back Into my hand. Death of young Girl
She tighlty grips the knife in her hand as she watches her blood drip onto the sand crimson tearsdrops of which she cries the endless seems running from her eyes she's lost in the dark and there's no one around she knows she'll never be found so she sqeezes her eyes shut and once again begins to cut over and over again the same old thing until she gets lucky and hits a vein unaware of all the blood coming out she wonders if people will hear her if she starts to shout she only wanted to be noticed for once in her life but she never was so she seeks closure from her knife she lost all hopes and gave up trying she just wants to end all of the crying she cuts deeper and deeper taking one big breath hoping the next cut will lead to her death after all the pain she has only one last wish that her horrible life will soon be finished The Way I die
Have you ever felt the slice of a knife.. the cold blood run down your cold hand? the shock and relief of pain? the stop of the crying? the turn for you to die? i never could see any of this till you left me the hurt and the pain had to leave so i leave you this letter to look at in grief now that I'm gone see what you have lost a good hearted soul that never gave up! March 06 Our Life
What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that's no jest. Dying Lady
And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Memory
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Identity
Somewhere--in desolate wind-swept space--
March 02 THE GRAVE AND THE ROSE
March 01 Augeries of Innocence
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy. It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go. This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight. The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar, Are waves that beat on heaven's shore. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse. If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out. To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you. Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul. He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men. He who the ox to wrath has mov'd Shall never be by woman lov'd. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light. February 27 The lost Society-1Iam nt an writer,but writing to tell every-one that we are like each orther scared and brave.
Well this story that iam going to narrate,
One fine day three yesteryears actress,were called for shooting at the same where they were told that they will be acting together,the common thing that those three lady that they acted with the same hero in acouple of movies,well the driver had come on time to pick them up,and he picked every-one and they moved for the shooting location,on the way they recalled each and evry incident that they had spent with that actor,one of them was his wife.So they moved on and while they were going they recalled the glorius oment that they enjoyed when they were in their priume acting years,so one of the lady said that while tavelling you tend to feel hungry,to wich the orther two of them agreed,but on the road where they will eat so they asked the driver and he driver replied that Ma"am after we cross the the railway-crossing they is an small roadside hotel where we can have something to nibble on,but the orther two replied what if at this age we eat and fall sick but the orther lady said what if we die and have this wish that we did not fullfill our small wish,the orther two gave it an thought and said okay driver stop there we will eat from there.
They stopped for 15-20mins and the journey began they crossed lush filled green paddy fields under the shady brunching trees where you fill relaxed and can sit there and know yourself,villages that has an grim face,living to tell an tale of changing Aeons,villagers whom they saw and thought,hope that we could have been one of them,as they are yet so simple but rich in heart,kids whom they saw,told wish if our children would have become like them,innocent and im-practical.After 2 hours passing through an heritage which tells an story,they the shooting place,but alas! there i nobody around they all were confused,thinking that the whole thing is real or just made up. well th driver escorted them to the living room and arranged for them tea and snacks and assured them that the crew will be reaching their,well the three lady got themselves freshened up and started to relaxing as it was almost 4hrs journey.
While they were relaxing not far waway from them in an nearby village,a girl of17 years was getting married to an 62 years old guy,the girl wants to study and urging her relatives saying that i will do evrything please do nt get me married t that person he is not nice,they very bad people,to wich her uncle replied iam sorry but if you do"t get married then he will not leave our patch of land he is going to take it as that old guy was the land-lord of that village,her uncle said please iam selling you to him so that our land and the money that we owe him gets forfieted,to that girl said uncle you rather kill me than selling me,but her cries were in vain she did not had any place or anyone to g as er parent had died when she was small,she stod up,and she ran from there,not knowing where to go,she ran as fast a she could so that she could study,while back in the house where the ladies were staying.... February 22 "ABSWORDS" Come, my lady, we shall walk together
In Sun-kissed fields that are washed By numerous glittering brooks. We shall dance with the butterflies, And we shall sing with the birds. And when the Sun goes down to sleep, Like blades of grass we shall lie intertwined To become a sweet, everlasting dream. The Sun comes and goes, and it kisses the fields still; In those empty Sun-kissed fields echoes my symphony. The sweet dream that we once became Now lies abandoned in half-forgotten streets. I lie here, smitten by a damsel, Lost in a maze she built with her secret craft; Alas! Her love was not immortal. The Orb
Clear as a crystal, glistening in the early Sun,
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She stood 'neath the Sun, caressing its yellow light;
Walking Through the Uknown Aile
The streets in my dream were made of worn brink and shadow. The sound of water dripping, carefully measuring time, could be heard down alleys I could never seem to find. My footsteps threatened to betray me to the enemies crouched and waiting around every corner. You could cut the tension with the knife in my pocket. I turned so many corners that finding my way back was impossible. Lost in the maze I kept looking for a way in or out. Around another corner. More rats. More garbage. More fear. More shadow. More footsteps. More longing. More searching. More sleep.
She rushed in all full of fear and desperation screaming something about things not being as they appear to be. “Everyone has it all wrong!”, she said, “We are nothing but numbered lozenges of purchasing power; little human batteries that keep everything going and going and going. Motionless Expansion
The thoughts come to me like a box of puzzle pieces emptied onto the floor. Fortunately for me I do not need to sort them out. That is for the people who pay me to figure out. Technically I will work for anyone because I am freelance, but corporations and governments are the only clients that can afford my fees. They hire me to read the thoughts of their adversaries. I have millions of dirty secrets in my head and who knows how many people want me dead. I am not even sure if I have thoughts of my own anymore.
Motionless at 80 mph on this path of distractions the dotted line is relentless in its consistency, stretching out, seemingly forever, until the water has its way. In the mean time the clouds inhale fumes and eavesdrop on the rising hushed tones of rubber on pavement, and the occasional splash of metal against metal. The trees wait in the margins for the destiny of their ancestors who once stood here, whispering signs of expansion as the garbage in the gutters gets closer and closer, until one day they put up a cement wall and paint trees on it.
Dark alleys, seedy bars, abandoned factories, empty houses, and under bridges; that’s where we lurk. My friend and I have been searching five years for a vampire. I know how it sounds, but we actually met her in a cemetery we used to frequent. She taunted us, told us if we could find her she would give us the ultimate gift of immortality. Occasionally we catch glimpses of shadows that move in ways they are not supposed to. I think she is watching us. And why not? Immortality would force you to be creative with the way you spend your time.
The Laments of Broken Hearted Silhoutte
They presume us bad servants when in our best service we reject the presumption that we were ever at their service. They presume us bad servants when we offered the greatest service of all: our 'rude' self-sufficiency revealed their dependence upon us, being also their opportunity to secure self-sufficiency. The greatest gifts of all are rejected in the names of ingratitude, betrayal, and abandonment. Often times we hear this proverb – let’s forgive and forget. But when you think critically, yes it is easy for you to forgive someone for what they did to you but is it that simple for you to forget what had happened? There are no concrete answers for this question I think simply because this is a very subjective matter and it differs from one individual to another. It may be easy for you to forget something that happened but it may not be that simple for another person. After all not every humans have the same characteristics, personalities and thoughts. Hence that is the reason that makes us all – unique. Forgiving a person for the mistake that he or she has made is not hard at all. All we have to do is to listen to their explanations and then just accept their sincere apologies. However, there are times when people are really sorry but they just cannot make themselves to apologise to the party who had been hurt. That is the reason why some regard the word “sorry” as the hardest word to say. But what if we had forgive someone for his or her mistakes yet as hard as we try to forget what had happened … The illusions of the past are still there in your mind? I don’t know. It’s different for everyone. I am not the same as all of you out there and vice versa. Hmm … For me it’s easy for me to forgive but to forget the past and the mistakes, it’s a little bit hard. Perhaps this may sound really harsh but sometimes there are just certain things that you can’t just let go. As an example, if your boyfriend or girlfriend cheated on you with another person and the only solution is to break up and you did … But somehow the past relationship with that person will still be dwelling in your mind for quite some time. Yes, you may forgive your partner for cheating on you or you may not but the ghosts of the past may haunt you. I do forgive people for their mistakes yet I cannot make myself to forget the past. Well, we have to let go eventually and after a certain period of time we will. And I did let go albeit it’s hard to let everything go into the black hole. Thus, is it easy to forgive but harder to forget? |
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