I'm standingThe wind is highLike the tideOf the seaWe're drowning inI'm talkingTo the treeIt's whisperingI can't hearTalk to meI sayI can't hear nothingBut the whispers.*You're leaningBy the doorI scratch my armThe mosquito bites begin to bleed...
She smellsLike vanillaAnd the blistering skin of marshmallowsRoasting on a winter fireShe sweatsAnd it smellsLike the early dew of a rose petalShe smellsOf a smell you've never smelt beforeFor she sits aloneOn her bus to home*She smilesGentlyLike...
What is more obdurateThan the shadowed stainsOver the moonOr the unforgotten memoriesOf me and you?*EverytimeI watch the stars glowAnd everytimeI let the tears flowA movie plays in my headI watch it over and overAnd I wishI could live it...
Humans are madeTo hold the reinsHumans are madeTo be blessedAnd ungratefulWe're meant to learnAnd to seeWhat we never see*Beleive,There our secretsBuried underThe deepened cratersOf the glowing moon*There are uncanny talesEtched withinThe...
Someone's watchingWhen I don't water the flowersAnd they die*Someone's watchingWhen I run afarFrom where I'm meantTo run toward*Someone's watchingWhen I cryBecause I've felt Someone swipeThe tears away*Someone's watchingWhen I enter the darkAnd...
I hear so muchSo I say too muchI haven't keptA dictionary in my pocketI havent pausedI have just saidWhat I haveNever meant.*Human heartsBreak apartHuman soulsCould never holdThe pieces together.It's destinyEtched betweenThe spaces of the linesOn...
Written underneathe open showers and bleeding skies. // It was fun writing this story.\\
Why did the stars stay where they always stay?Have not they ever rebelled?Has the moon tried to seek another sky?Have the seas told what they're forbidden to tell?//I'm kicking the cloud of dirt away,That's summoned to hang above my head.The...
The broken highway of distressed brains and deep ditchesNeedle shrubs on either sidesWalks the abysmal souls reigned by sorrowsAnd the souls vacant,Of hopes of moonlit seas and pretty tomorrow*The broken highway laden,With corpses of spring...
I meet my eyes
Before the frosted mirror
Wiping the condensed water tears...
Hi everyone. I tried to give my all to this story but I'm not so sure how it turned out. It's making me extremely uncomfortable. Please read and suggest how I can polish it.
He who sits by the canvas
In the mornings as auburn as flames
A stroke of the colored paint brush...
A wonder
How I've unknotted
The tethers of the dark and the shadows...
Catch a glimpse of her
Her honey copper eye
The right side of her butter cup head,...
"What is love?" You asked
I told you,
"All about caring, no pride, all feelings unmasked...
Patching the hearts,
Worn out from loving
Ive always kept a needle,...
They never knew
How I clutched my trembling pen
With each day passing...
I was more excited about who'd seat next to me rather than the journey I was about to set.
I remember how we used to get up early in the morning to catch the train for Hay Town. With mom and dad and Eddie rushing all over the house,...
It hurt when she saw
The lights going dim
Flickering...
I tried to find myself
First
In the lighter hues of life...
Unexpectedly, dad never parted from him. He has that subtle nature where you have heaps of difficulties understanding him, but Lala uncle was a precise man and to my amazement, he got along so well with my short tempered and aggravated father....
A tribute to my favourite personalities in the world, the ones who witnessed the most cruel day, 16 of December, attack on peshawar pakistan's army public school..