And the evil momentum passed by,
taking away it's blues;
rose amongst the faded shades,
Sun amongst the darkest hues.
And the one who should've waited left,
ot wondering what was to happen now,
They were all the same,
faces of slander, wrath and brawl.
The part of me that he took away,
killed out the left one,
and all that marked its presence,
was a loud shreak of silence.
From lefts to rights,
every curve gave away it's facade;
and crushed out the feel of pain,
the left outs were just a broth of vain.
Everything went back to nothing,
and took off with the filths of wonder.
And I was left by,
within nowhere to ponder.
Context: Test of time is something everyone goes through, those times add shades of blue to our lives. We give up to grow up and take those memories to write our memoirs of hope. And sonner or later, we rise again either with it or without it.
It’s really heartning to see that the first post by me received such great response; thank you guys! You always manage to make me feel extra special! :D
I would like to begin with a leetil sorry to Stephen. It actually skipped me that you can only post older posts on weekends. So that won’t happen again. However, this is good news for YOU guys, the readers, if you like reading my writing. You would now see one NEW post here every week especially for this place. And on the weekend, you would also be able to witness one of my older, more popular stories. That makes it atleast TWO posts from me every week! :D
Since this is a new place, I thought of doing something NEW for it. At this moment, I hereby coin a new form of poetry: SHOCKETRY! I define Shocketry as nothing but Shocking Poetry. It can always be a good shock or a bad shock. The only condition is it MUST have shock value! Your boyfriend growing horns. The school teacher turning into an octopus. Anything. Wild!
The Pumpkin’s Revenge
It was late at night
And Jack sat down
On the night before Halloween.
With knife and pumpkin on his lap
All ‘ready’, if you know what I mean!
For years together,
Jack always made
Lanterns Big and Small
And during Halloween, Jack o’ Lanterns shone
In the houses, one and all...
So on this night
Without a fright
Jack poised his knife on top
Before the blade could make the cut
He heard a grave voice say “STOP!”
“No more lanterns!”
The pumpkin said,
“We have taken this all too long!”
And before Jack knew, the pumpkin broke
Into a pumpkin song!
The song now over,
And Jack quite frozen
The result was very strange
Jack spoke not a word, nor did any gesture
For both seemed out of range
Next morning when
the villagers came
to take their lanterns home
It seemed just like any other Halloween
The way the years had known.
“This one looks like Uncle Jack!”
A child squealed looking at his piece
The villagers giggled
and praised crafty Jack, saying
“I think we should pay his fees!”
Jack now hangs
Outside a door
With a candle in his head
And if the poem scared you bad,
Make sure you don’t wet your bed!
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I just had no right to snatch that happiness from you,
To deprive you of the smiles you deserved.
I didn't want to loathe you with my depression,
I just couldn't be so selfish.
Hence,
I lied.
I know you would have been there
when I cried,
When I was depressed.
But I didn't want to
sadden you by my sorrow tales.
I wanted you to be happy,
And believe
That I was happy too.
Because
Seeing you happy,
Somewhere made me happy too !
Hence
I am confessing it today,
Right here,
In-front of you.
That
I am Sorry,
Sorry,
That I lied to you !
[ She was going through a bad time, but never did she let her friend know that, with whom she used to chat daily via text messages, as he was shifting from her city to a metro city for his first job. ]
Smita http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/
WARNING : VIOLENCE IS DEPICTED IN THE FOLLOWING POEM.
This poem is a dedication to the scifi game and the movie 'resident evil' - where human race suffers extinction due to the sick experiments of a biotech company for the sake of profits.
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Merciless invasion deep into the crust
Bones twisted beyond imagination,
Burned bodies lying upside down
Skull deformation, this nameless extinction
Shackles of blood rusted barbwire
Tormented visions of the past echoes
A civilization burned by its own fire
Child turned slaves, mother turned whores
Defiant creature in its own miserable curse
Deriving pleasure from an undeniable apathy
Where xenophobia becomes the truest friend
Where pain speaks through a miserable telepathy
Collapse of every ideologies like grains of sand
A disgusting mutant with basic survival instincts
Where poison quenches the extreme thirst
Where nothing ever makes it a place for reasoning
Horizons beyond the horizons awaits in black
A silent wrath with a chaos of perfect demarcation
By the evening they carry the dead in the sacks
By morning another countdown for a fresh annihilation
Hollowness based economy, Deception based capital
Unholy within every sections of the paralyzed mind
Remorselessness has made the sickness immortal
Portraits of mental holocaust , artist for the blind
Insanity corporation, wizards of biochemical hazards
Unclaimed new born , ripped from the skin and torn
Into the windshield of slaughtered humanity
Picture this process for thousands years long
Without a name and face , it grows abnormally
Unaware of its origin, unaware of its quantum reality
Just a purpose of living without a purpose
Its only music is the sound of inevitability
No reason needed anymore
Severely tortured death becomes the order of the day
No conscience needed anymore
Shadows of the blanked past has painted the smiles away
This poem is a dedication to all who have been in a Drug Rehab or have gone through similar drug quitting programs. And also dedicated to those who wish to quit taking drugs !
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When all paths to peace seems tormented
And a fire burns the irrelevance of my desires
From the pain, rises a verdict undoubted
Twisting control of self-belief even admires
This shameless craving for absolution
When all roads to salvation crafted with blocks
By a fence of undeniable imagination
That wonders in the delusional space of broken clocks
This fire burns inside , this inner holocaust
This fire burns my ashes , all my dying season
This fire has killed many of such thoughts
This fire burns and I live for no reason
Chasing a phantom of provoked miseries
I drill a hole deep within my numbed chest
and drench these subdued remains
On a vacuum of cataclysmic aspirations (that dies with the rest)
Such a crematory of indelible silence
Are my wounds of lifeless persuasions
Some appear blur from this burning lens
Some appear dying under moral fluctuations
But the incessant fear of life lingers
As the wild fire of purposelessness becomes pervasive
I wake up inside a grey wall with scratches from my fingers
This body dies, everytime my soul decides to live
My blood has frozen below the unjust flow
But my skin feels the burns outside
Inert replica of exact opposites below
An eternal battle for something that cannot hide
This fire burns inside, tearing everything apart
This fire burns outside,a blackened forlorn vision
This poem is about those unfortunate individuals who were beheaded in the Middle East region over the past decade primarily because of Jihad. I think most of you have heard of these incidents through videos uploaded in different extremist websites on the Internet.
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Staring through a broken window , I saw a boy collecting shells Holding my swollen elbow , I heard voices coming from other cells Men wearing turbans, placed a gun a little left of my head My ears slowly deafened, I saw a forlorn dream of escape
Then came a dark fanatic reciting hymns in Arabic Sharpening his sword with a smile of a psychic His eyes spoke of eternal satisfaction
Marching towards an unknown territory I wondered was it really the end of my story As they prepared for another execution
They tied my hands with rusted barbwire I heard them plan and happily conspire My head was all they ever needed
I watched my fall on a bloodshed empire I began to understand their desire For them I was just an half-breed defeated
Somebody hits me on the head with a cold steel bar I screamed in agony as they burned me with a hot cigar I got a crash course in pain
The turban head slayer came to me Made a video tape of my offshore fury As he shouted "This will take him to heaven"
Screaming in joy the slayer started chopping my throat Blood started splashing as I was beheaded like a goat In minutes my head toppled down
I watched my body lie and shiver on a blood drenched floor My eyes began to close while the fading brain implored Broadcasting this savage in every town
As my soul watch them upload my beheading video in mpeg format On youtube, ogrish,al jazeera and other websites of vintage combat I wonder who is really to blame
As Plato once said "only the dead has seen the end of war" To witness this end , I believe I really came too far Only truth is "kill in God's name".
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Lets hope that these killings will end one day. Thanks all.
Once again I've cried Unto the moon there's nobody here there's nobody near I can't see the meaning the life I'm leading blinded by a light I hate the sun now in the distance, I hear the tune I heard in my childhood I've searched the eyes I laugh under the weeping moon I saw her shadow in the darkness awaiting me like the night awaits the day standing silent smiling at my presence A black candle holds the only light!!
Your fear, I see it in your eyes keeps me alive Here I come ! your life I'll take it away it will end today ripping out your insides I'll leave you to rot what a sick odor Scream all you want but you can't stop this horror !!
I am a ugly demon Don't trust my smile Don't enjoy my touch Don't walk my way my teeth are like knives my touch are like claws my walk leads to hell F!#k your hopeless world, I am blacker than the black living in agony Tortured eternally I am lost My pain won't end I have not died !!
When I gave you that heart I wanted it to be there forever,
My heart is still there but then you gave the place of my heart to someone,
You snatched the soul and ripped it so that no one else could ever take it,
And I see you giving your heart to someone else without a finch!
The first time I had laid my eyes on you,
You had called them deceiving and bewitching,
I kicked you for the joke which I see it as a reality today,
You made me laugh, you made smile,
You made me strong, you made me a new me,
You instilled in me all that lacked in me,
Today I feel like asking why you made me what I am,
And then I realized you did take the fees for your teachings,
The fees were just too big a price for me and a joke for you,
The fee was my heart, my soul and the inability to ever forget you!
You always bewitched me with the half told lies,
I saw it as your helplessness in love,
Today I know it was your trick to keep me with you,
It was a trick to make me go when you wanted me to go,
I believed in your love as the biggest truth,
My life revolved around you,
I forgot life was anything but you,
And then the time came when u flashed those teeth to say goodbye,
And I still saw it as your helplessness and not as the deceit,
But my life still exists and it does even without you!
I would have believed in your truths and my sacrifice all along,
Had I not been God’s favourite child,
And I realized the truth and the lies,
It hurt me beyond measures,
It hurts me still to see those years as a lie,
I still wonder what you gained,
I still wonder what u gain through the “fake friendship”,
But I still have no answers and no questions,
Just the fact that the devil’s bewitching eyes broke me!
I wanted to move ahead after the deceit,
I m trying and will till my last breath,
But the devil has made a permanent location inside,
I still spread love and I still spread smiles,
But they are unreal and unlike the real me,
I still wanted to give my love and soul to the one, the one who deserves it,
But I fail terribly every time and today I sobbed one last time,
Seeking to know…. “When will I have my soul back?”!
P.S. i have no idea why i wrote this. i wanted to write something on a Teary Wednesday and this is all i could come with. i don't know if its a prose or poem....but i couldn't re read it to make it perfect.
I wish it was fiction....would have been easier to compose it!
