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The One


the night brings me to a new sorrow
and wondering whats the point of tomorrow
can i just forget all that pain
will it just wash away and make me plain
putting a smile on my face isn't working
it isn't worth it
to live my facade and deny how i feel
it isn't helping
to wonder if what is happening is real
but every day i try to forget
all the things that make me wish i wasn't here
they just won't hold back
and i'm mostly afraid that all of my fear
is leading me to this place of darkness and gray
wishing that all of my emotion would just go away
wishing that everything would change
and hoping for a new kinda of day
the one where everything is better
the one where i can finally forget her
the one where all my troubles and woe are gone
the one where i've learned to move on
the one where people don't try to tell me what i feel
and where all my sorrow has finally healed
waiting for tomorrow looking past today
waiting for tomorrow forgetting everything
trying to hide everything i know
trying so hard to not let it show
trying so hard to wash away my sin
trying so hard to keep tears within
pushing as far forward as i can stand to go
pulling away from my past
pushing as far forward as my heart will allow
pulling away from people and places in my memory

Make believe


Looking in the mirror
Wondering who I am
Asking why you're here with me
and beside me you still stand.
Not recognizing any thoughts
That come into my mind
Life passes right before my eyes
I've lost all track of time.

And I don't know where to begin
To get back home again
Couldn't tell you where I've been
Just want to see your face again

You could make believe you're happy
Make believe you're true to your heart
Make believe you're still alive inside
And you've found the missing part
Make believe you've found freedom
And you have everything you need
But in the end you'll be alone again
And then what will you believe?

Only Tomorrow


I feel like I've ripped you apart,
and torn you down,
because I've ruined the best thing in your life.
And for what? For what?
For my own selfish gain.
I wanted more than was ever there,
I wanted back what I never had.
And to live with choices,
I have made,
knowing I'm the one that caused you pain.
You blame yourself,
when it's me that did the most wrong,
and dreams, become waterdrops, become tears that fall down.

But there's no point to life,
if living with regrets,
no going back in time,
no second chance.
I placed my trust, I opened up,
and now it's your turn to do the same.
I can't lie about how I feel,
can't take back what's happened to you,
can't make everything better,
can only be here to atone for my past.
Now I live with what's been done,
what I've broke up, but I live without regrets,
so there is no past,
what's left is only tomorrow.

thankuuu

Give All To Love


Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,
Nothing refuse.
'T is a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.

Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

Each And All


Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown
Of thee from the hill-top looking down;
The heifer that lows in the upland farm,
Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;
The wexton, tolling his bell at noon,
Deems not that great Napoleon
Stops his horse, and lists with delight,
Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;
Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.
All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.
I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,
Singing at dawn on the lader bough;
I brought him home, in his nest, at even;
He sings the song, but it cheers not now,
For I did not bring home the river and the sky; -
He sang to my ear, - they sang to my eye.
The delicate shells lay on the shore;
The bubbles of the latest wave
Fresh pearls to their enamel gave,
And the Bellowing of the savage sea
Greeted their safe escape to me.
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
I fetched my sea-born treasures home;
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty at the shore
With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
The lover watched his graceful maid,
As 'mid the virgin train she stayed,
Nor knew her beauty's best attire
Was woven still by the snow-white choir.
At last she came to his hermitage,
Like the bird from the woodlandsto the cage; -
The gay enchantment was undone,
A gentle wife, but fairy none.
Then I said, "I covet truth;
Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat;
I leave it behind with the games of youth:" -
As I spoke, beneath my feet
The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,
Running over the club-moss burrs;
I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground;
Over me soared the eternal sky,
Full of light and of deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird; -
Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.

London_Girl said:

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London_Girl said:

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app ko bohot mubarak EID ki and prosperous new year

London_Girl said:

CONGRATZ SIS!..
KEEP IT UP

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Being in Love


I hate being in love,
It makes me ill.
I hate being in love,
I feel so still.

I hate being in love,
It makes me sad.
I hate being in love,
I feel so bad.

I hate being in love,
It gets me cross.
I hate being in love,
I wish I was boss.

I hate being in love,
It gets me down.
I hate being in love,
I wish I could drown.

I Hope...


Down your pride, you will swallow
I hope that soon you will feel hopeless and hollow

I hope that you burn at the gates of hell
And I hope that the devil will do you well

I hope that you choke on your apologies to me
And I hope that the darkness will make you forever unable to see

I hope that your broken wings never mend
And I hope that your recklessness comes to an end

I hope that you are stripped of all your bliss
And I hope that you are broken by satins sweet kiss

I hope that you feel all the pain you've dealt
And I hope that you feel the way I felt

I hope that you bleed away tonight
And I hope that you never again see the light

I hope that your sickness gets worse
And I hope that you are forever cursed

I hope that you loose everything that you would miss
And I hope that you drown in the abyss

These are some of the things you deserve
And now the punishments you will serve

Below the Boundaries


And the lights spin in front of my eyes.
Nothing is really clear.
Every sound is now inaudible
Yet every sound I hold dear
Running through the maze of life
The sun has turned to black
The sky is no longer my safe haven
Now all my thoughts turn back
Uneven lines and bumpy roads
Misconceptions fill this world
My mind works quickly with this air
Eyes no longer see the cold
the stars burst
the light vanishes
I feel warmth
and I smile, content at last

There’s Always Room For Benefit


When you know why
Everything spins just right
And everything in the light
Is perfect

When you know how
The sun rises and sets
And there’s always room for benefit
Then you know how everything pans out
These voices won’t drown out
Because I’m singing

Now I understand
Everything I ever thought about
Those amateur thoughts just swimming around
And the wind outside drowned out the sound
But now everyone is singing

…
I know how high
This feeling can carry me
I now know why
I could never see
And I could never hear
The song that we’re all signing now

It’s that I’m not on the ground
And everything that’s around
Is signing the song that souls long to sing
The echoes that this brings
To carry out our song

The Only Survivor


Let them fall
They were never meant to stand
I hear you call
Though you’re far across this land
Others stumble
While trying to break free
These walls will crumble
And this you will begin to see
Hold me tight
That’s the one thing that I need
And in this light
I can finally dare to dream

Who Are the Afflicted?

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What causes more pain?
They ask nonchalantly
Not knowing who’s sane.
I say with regret
What’s worse than living?
They ask unaware
Alive but not breathing.
I cringe as I speak
Does it kill us all?
They ask with no interest
If the broken all fall.
I say with no pride
What hurts worse then tears?
They ask with sarcasm
Holding tight all your fears.
I say with closed eyes
Who’s the exaggerator?
They ask with no feeling.
The pained crying slayer.
I say with a tear.
Then who are the afflicted?
They ask with true caution
Those who know much.
I speak no more words

Shadows


Faith lies deep
In the broken hearts of
The forever wandering
Shadows
They silently weep
In their complete distress
Though the cries permeate
Deeper
Eternally faithful
They tend to doubt why
They even bother with their
Life
Never ungrateful
The result of knowing things
Could always be so much
Worse
To never lie
Is the underlying motive of
The hopeful and beloved
Shadow
To never die
Is the promise of a Father
Who calls His shadows
Beautiful

My Dreams Are the Sun


See that golden hue
Burning in the west
My dreams are with that color
My dreams are the sun
The sun always sets
But never seems to rise
That sun carries my dreams
Slowly out of my reach
I watch it slide away
Leaving me behind
The color disappears
My dreams are with that sun
Whenever the sun sets
It rises in another place
A place blessed by that light
My dreams are hidden in that light
At my window seat
I watch the sun take it all away
My dreams are with the sun
My dreams are the sun

Hug Tightly Your Dreams


Hug tightly your dreams.
They bring you solace and comfort
Like the stuffed animal companions
Of your childhood.
When you lock them away
In the attic of your mind
You begin to age.
The wine of aspiration
Becomes the vinegar
Of a defeated psyche.

The Tally


Blood speckles the earthen ground,
Men sacrifice their life, their mind, their everything.
A fading memory, a shimmering sound.

The face of life wears a frown,
For life is flying on broken wings,
As blood speckles the earthen ground.

Family photos lay strewn to later be found,
Among the anguished souls, still longing, searching,
For a fading memory, a shimmering sound.

Functions cease and pumps break down,
Adrenaline lies dormant, still waiting,
As blood speckles the earthen ground.

Thoughts float by under limits and bounds,
The calls and prayers soothing,
The fading memory, the shimmering sound.

The effort of many, of whose spirits are wound,
Tightly on strings pulled taut by forces of reckoning,
As blood speckles the earthen ground,
For a fading memory, a shimmering sound.

Remembering


In my own remembering,
I can see so many things.
Days of bliss were much too brief.
Longer nights of pain and grief.
In my own remembering,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, can never be,
mere fact or history.
Memory, is more complex;
of mute agenda and subtext.
Memory, will flow and ebb,
according to one's mental web.
Memory, a visceral mix,
of deja vu and subtle tricks.

In my own remembering,
thwarted dreams will all take wing.
Flights of fancy, foolish lies,
float in ether's cloudless skies.
In my own imagining,
I begin to live.

Memory, the neurone taps,
the fiery spark at the arch synapse.
Memory, the self entraps,
the slant or view in happy snaps.
Memory, applauds and claps,
our weary march to last collapse.
Memory, marks time elapsed,
a heartbeat drawn on virtual maps.

In my own remembering,
just a cog or underling,
was never made for real fame.
Cared not a fig to play the game.
In my own dissembling,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, is mercury,
a silver flash of the quick adept.
Memory, is emory,
it smoothes a path, and slicks the step.
Memory, can gather wool,
unless it's used, trained or schooled.
Memory, the survivor's tool.
Memory, is lost to fools.

In my own remembering,
unhappy themes remove thy sting.
Regret may prove the heart impure.
The loss of love must be endured.
In my own remembering,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, will often be,
a twisted tale of mystery.
Memory, can be repressed,
or triggered by an idle jest.
Memory, so sure to vex,
unstring the mind, the bow and flex.
Memory, and core defects,
become combined in blind reflex.
Memory, is never proof,
to hold aloft or keep aloof.
Memory, is claw and tooth,
an ancient art and modern truth.

In my own remembering,
the myth of self's - a holy being.
Righteous faith is never wrong.
No doubt infects my public song.
In my own remembering,
I begin to live.

Taking a walk on memory lane


Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all that gray.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I see the sun rays.

Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all full of tears.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I have no fear.

Taking a walk on memory lane
not a dropp of rain in sight.
Taking a walk on memory lane
everything is alright.

Taking a walk on memory lane
is where I want you to come along.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where we belong all lifelong.

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