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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the सेकंड्स of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But आप should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do आप do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three और seconds, gone, like that,
Did आप use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these सेकंड्स in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the सेकंड्स of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But आप should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do आप do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three और seconds, gone, like that,
Did आप use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these सेकंड्स in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the पहाड़ी, हिल
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the पहाड़ी, हिल
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die ईमो कुतिया, मतलबी die, bitchy whore. That last टिप्पणी दे doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first किस and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it कहा गुलाब are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if आप want I'll tell them to can it, all because I प्यार आप Janet. I don't know who wrote आप प्यार poem rhyme thing but I प्यार आप too!
Is It True आप Lie?
Is It True आप Hate Me?
Is It True आप Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True आप Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True आप Like Me Crying?
Is It True आप Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True आप Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True आप Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True आप Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True आप Let Me Call आप My True Bestfriend When आप Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True आप Hate Me?
Is It True आप Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True आप Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True आप Like Me Crying?
Is It True आप Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True आप Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True आप Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True आप Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True आप Let Me Call आप My True Bestfriend When आप Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were आग red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why आप are
mad at me.
Why आप shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My फ्रेंड्स ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why आप are mad.
Why do आप have to do
what आप do to me?
Why does it give आप
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my फ्रेंड्स take action?
Why cant आप tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why आप are
mad at me.
Why आप shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My फ्रेंड्स ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why आप are mad.
Why do आप have to do
what आप do to me?
Why does it give आप
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my फ्रेंड्स take action?
Why cant आप tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not द्वारा blood, then द्वारा what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, आप ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time लेखन in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, आप ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time लेखन in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.