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Me and The Sky

Like a sky I am, the cloud is my heart just floating all over searching for a place place that will hold me with a warmth I crave not letting me fall again drop by drop into the dirt like those cold hearts did with their cold hollow touch broke down my heart with their merciless clutch Someday I paint rainbow all the colours I adore delightful is everything what a gorgeous dawn, dawn carrying ray of hope promising me a march march to the river of love march to the bliss march to the ecstasies march me to reminisce reminisce the beauty of life recapture all my stars forgetting all the failures forgetting all the scars and someday it’s all black my heart ready to burst burst into the tears burst with all the fears fears I carry all along deep-seated in my heart these demons they come out of leash that once I conquered, I assassinated them I thought, but here they are alive alive and more vigorous now, tell me where I hide they took all my armory ...

Empty Paper and Finished Ink

  With a pen and a paper, I sat down, to write about myself, but somehow, the paper was empty, just like my heart but the pen? there was no ink left, and I realized nothing could explain me better, better than this an empty paper, with finished ink

Unloving you

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Silent prayers of love, an invisible ray of hope, I kept on holding on the last string of our rope, rope that held us, you and me together, just like a love bird under this beautiful weather Don’t say I just gave up, but I can’t live a lie you left me in the halfway with a silent goodbye aching for the sunshine my heart wouldn’t sleep misery was stabbed in heart all eye did was bleed you moved on so easy, I was stuck with pain, I cried a river for you, but all went in vain will I ever understand, why wasn’t this enough? only I saw this forever, for you, it was a bluff Maybe we weren’t meant to be, destiny played its game, our story became tragedy, where to put the blame? now, self love is the goal, I’m moving to still hoping best for you, but I’m unloving you. you may also want to read: who I am

A prostitute

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Shattered on the ground, with dirt on my skin stone cold my heart don’t know where I’ve been, don’t know where I feel the pain, pain, regret, or hurt, does it matter anyway? they buy this flesh not soul gold chain in the neck, the heart made of coal A whore, a slut, a prostitute? maybe I have a name? every night you torment this body, in the daylight, I am the shame? maybe my flesh is for sale, but soul, this soul is as pure as ash, monumental as stars, you just look for the beauty, in my soul, I hide the scars My story, you don’t want to know, for delight of my touch you pay, I keep this soul sheer inside, a dead body is all that you lay, I lay down, the animal devours me until he is pleased, he embraces me he promises all hopeless dreams, he forgets all, as his face gleams Throw all the dirt you wanna throw, I now know how to clean me up, for my breathe I sold my flesh, there’s no pricing for my love, my love kept safe in my heart, this heart, ...

Who I am

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I see this skinny girl, short rough hair, dark circles in her eyes, such a thin thighs but broader is her aim, her aim, dream and goals deeper is her thoughts and softer is her heart so many flaws but perfect is her craft Oh! No she’s no big artist but she does believe achieves what she aims only then a relief but she needs a shoulder when things fall apart, she tried so hard to hold, hold, build and support for every effort she makes she does with all her heart she will die one day, alive will be her art Broken, hurt and what not, but revival is her strength, and strength is in her bones, deeper than that skinny surface she has that courage, courage to drag herself she is not an average, don’t be mistaken with the reflection your eyes create it’s just the visible light her inner light shows victory, victory on millions of fight For sure, they broke her heart but mind wouldn’t give up, give up on her beauty, beauty of her art every time she loses,...