Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook
God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.
Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.
Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.
Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
You send bolts through my skin
something I was never to
accomplish with you, when I
saw you it's like my heart sank
to my stomach and I was in
shock my body still my body
heavy felt like when I moved I
was about to fall to my knees
you make me want to get
inside my brain pick you up and
take you out pick you one by
one like a flower because I do
love you and love you not.
I do not know?
Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors,
I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore,
When one says he or she has changed and become open minded,
Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person,
Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem?
Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place,
Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds,
Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers.
Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences.
Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone?
Who gets to judge about numbers?
Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking.
How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship?
More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age.
With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies.
When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong?
Doesn’t sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age.
Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion.
Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.
An old man bought her gems and he smiled,
Knowing where they would be in a while...
Sex with a young beauty,
Great legs, boobs and booty.
If he died, he'd be going in style.
When colors flow
From your shining face
I draw your imagination
I invent words
To write about you
The prettiest poems
I create lies
To make you living in dreams
The most beautiful name
The most wonderful soul
The purest heart
The sweetest voice
Everything is gone
Except your magic eyes
And I and the rest of your memories
A minute or flower
A second or smile
You are between the minute and flower
You are between the second and smile
You are a glance of my age..
A very rich old man, still handsome in his way,
Was in New York’s most exclusive jewelry store,
Paying over nine thousand dollars for a gem-encrusted necklace.
‘Thank you so much, Mr. Didwell. Will there be anything more?”
Beside the old man was an ethereal young beauty,
A body made for sin and a most angelic face.
Her sweet giggle was a lilting song of innocence.
Only such a necklace could match her natural grace.
“Oh Pookie, you’re just too, too sweet.”
She kissed his cheek. “You’re just so good to me.”
Then she purred, “And I want to be good to you.
Just you wait ‘til we get home…you’ll see.”
The old man winked at the salesman,
Knowing that he knew the “score.”
“Oh Sweet Thing, you’re already good to this old man.
You’re worth all I give and so much more.”
She danced on air as they left the store.
They crawled into his limo, and as it pulled away,
The old man turned to his young beauty and said,
“Sweet Thing, there’s something I must ask today.
If I lost everything, if I wasn’t rich any more,
Would you still love me as I love you?”
“Oh Pookie, you know I would;
And I would miss you too.”
Life relapse and develops new memories and experiences sighted through brown eyes
Miles of driving, walking. Thousands of laughters, a few bad habits, a gorgeous dream for an addict
Later in life finally files success, the prism adjusts, the same sun ray reflects
After a few years of a psychological interpretation which people know god as capable of, ends up all a misunderstanding
Maybe someday you'll read my books of insanity
And the signature I left under this writing with my very last breath inside of me
Because Im now free pieces of ashes in the ocean living my Californian dream, cleaning myself in the tides salt of oceanic health, being the creme that fizzes the sand at your feet
In reality, I never made it with you;
When you think honey, long nights of cuddling, sun rays on a beach I've never seen, take some pictures for me
And my Californian dream will follow you until you figure out the key, honey.
The world without one woman's smile would mean, id never created the Californian dream;
Id of never lived it, even by the death of me
I'd of never known sweet honey and beer is one hell of a mixture
And sometimes when you think only the walls are watching
You need to talk lower, maybe even whisper.
The world without one woman, one less journey, and a million less thoughts is one less dream.
If I live the world without one woman, ill never meet the climax of my Californian dream.
The water rippled and folded smoothly
as it entered the first delicate slope
down to the lagoon.
The rocks, slick and ebony black,
shining in the moonlight.
Laughing can be heard,
above the bubbling sonata
echoing through a hollow log
as water dropped from
ferns and forest primeval.
Teasing, her tongue slightly brushed his
in hurried anticipation,
her soft young body changing from
that of a child, but still more
advanced than the young prince.
He had not filled out as his father hoped
and already puberty rites were late.
He hoped for the growth spurt
that would let him be called a young man.
The young prince was not concerned.
He planned to rule wisely instead
of with a heavy hand.
He entered the water above the big rock.
Going limp and floating as
a disjointed piece of hemp rope,
he loved to glide over and around
the slick rocks as the current lazily
carried him downstream.
He slowly entered the lagoon,
fireflies and moon beams
dancing on the water.
She was waiting with a smile.
They made love and
the only sounds were theirs,
falling on no one else’s ears.
Their world was perfect in that one moment
in time, and space, and pleasure.
Strange- - -he no longer felt like a child.
© Jun 1 2011 Charles Henderson
For Rambling’s Rippling Stream contest.
you whispered sweet doubts into my ears
but i was so blind to acknowledge the fears
ill never regret how i felt for you
but you seem so far gone, i don't know what to do
i only did what i thought was right
but i guess i lost all fear and extinguished the light
Bay, i wish i never left
but its to late to take it back
Bay, i wish i had some sort of sign
to know your OK
i have this horrible habit of making a mess of things
you might think it funny
but i jump when the phone rings
i hope you dont blame me for what happened
but then again it must have been my fault
i guess all those times i apologized were in advance
for the heartbreak that i probably brought down upon you
bay, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry if you ever read this
you'll finally understand the way i still feel about you
nobody ever said it was easy
but nobody ever said i would fall this hard
i miss you
please bay, im sorry
Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"
And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity
Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man
We started out so young and in love at 15 but then as we got older things started to go wrong when our hidden love wasn't a secret no more
we had been together for a year or more at the age of 17 we had our first born on the way but she was taken from us to soon after birth our relationship stayed intact but wasn’t the same we grew distant our young love hadn't been the same after 10 month and we were 19 the lost we had was a lot to handle but time had passed we were blessed with our beautiful boy who I thought would ease the pain
but still things didn’t change I made mistakes and you did to fill the void because things weren't rite an you weren't there the way I needed you and your mistakes were drunken an hazed a time or two so we're both to blame for our love that’s been hurt an broken now 3 years later I made small mistakes here and there an you've still not been there the ways I’ve needed you we’re both hard head an still young our blessed boy older and more handsome then when he was born sees the Paine our love is going through
we have our small moments of perfection the heart ache an tears are not even I don’t know what to do no more we’re about to turn 24 I miss the way things were before when you loved me the way you did when we first started out I wish I hadn't made my newish mistakes but as this new year has started I wanted a new start an it’s been greatish but as the months have passed it’s turning bad from the past mistakes catching up with me an our new issues arising I feel our love getting more lost an possible never to be found I wish we could go back and we could prevent our mistakes from happening an our relationship be saved from this lost path but you can't turn back time just try to prove we can be trusted an take a new steps forward and hope for the best
You’re my fairytale.
A dream come true.
Your heart soothes my inner scars.
My hand wrapped with yours.
A blanket so warm.
A love so true.
Your name makes me smile.
Your kisses sing me a lovely lullaby.
Your lips soft like a rose.
Gentle like sand.
My ride or die guy.
Take a bullet for you anytime.
Just us two in this world.
That’s what it feels like.
No more heartbreak.
No more tears.
May not be my first love,
But definitely you are my last love.
They say young love is not forever love.
But we look at them and prove them
wrong my love.
A time so worth it.
So take my hand.
Dont let go.
We got this.
Just you and I.
As I pick up where I left off from the Intro
I bring you the Outlook as I peer through relationships like a window
The chance of seeing real love is narrow
It seems Cupid doesn't know where to aim his arrow
Cupid my Cupid
How could you be so stupid
The way girls treat boys
The way boys treat girls
Got them going nuts
Teens and adolescence in love?
You must be nuts
Ages 13-19 is filled with lust
Their conscience still underveloped
They don't know who to trust
That age group can slide
Because at some point they have a hunch about what they want inside
That's the flagship age to get married
Couple says vows
Bride gets carried
These days it seems no one wants to be single
Once you pop you can't stop
Sex is like Pringles
I guess it's ok
As long as its safe
If you're in love with your partner don't let the feelings be fake
Children wait until you're older to get under those covers
And if your hormones rage out of control shake hands with a rubber (condom)
Most teen girls hate the feeling of latex
Then goo goo ga ga
The babies are born next
I'm just calling it how I see
Relationship game is dirty so I'll be the referee
All of a sudden the world is in love
My God it's sickening
As i write this my pulse is quickening
Now now some couples really do love
Til Death Do They Part
To the world above
I just think the word "love" is greatly misused
The Constitution of Love
So often abused
Our society thinks it's amusing
Fifteen year old in love?
Doesn't it sound confusing
Maybe it don't to you
But it does to me
They are wasting emotions
It's a shame
Love is no game
It's more like a lion
Waiting to be tame
From what I observed couples aren't the same
Whether the pair is nameless
Or enshrouded with fame
Real love is too far up
Way above our aim
I'm in my right mind
I'm definetly sane
That's why everyone is hurting
Because love is pain
I'm still researching
My mind is my reference book
Ch. 2 of the Relationship Epidemic
Ch. 3 (Females) Coming Soon...
What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
In her eyes I did see love, longing love, caring love
Little warmth in her blossom, little wanting in heart
Some smiles, laughs and some joys to share
i sit in her shadow, a decades younger yet
in her I find my peace and in her I found my heart
Subtle and robust in emotion, free and care free in love
What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
I fell in love, with her bob cut hair and intoxicating eyes
Charming at times, at times captivating my imaginations
A plant of kiss, from her, burned 1000 suns in my body
A touch, embrace from her filled my heart to fullest
Mature she may be, but in heart she is little nymph
Her lovely voice, her stunning smile, angelic ada*
What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
Moments have drifted in her warmth, in her blossom
I lost my senses, caressed by her, in her blossom
Gave my whole self in her, felt her wholeness in me
Songs of love together we sang, danced under moonlight
Shared the joy, sorrow, shared the heart, shared the body
Hand in hand, on long drive, long candle lit dinners we sat
When the moments came to depart not in tears we move
For it was the heart, our bonds became one in eternal love
Though our love have separated by vast seas
Even today, when my heart want to possess I
Close my eyes, I see her, I feel her, smell her
Just a call away, in her ears, to her soul,
What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
A meteor falls down from the stars
Catching fire the faster it falls
She sits in her new house
Sitting in the window seat
Reading a book about wild love
And how fast it grows and catches fire
She watches the meteor shower from her window
She hears a noise coming from the hallway
She creeps around the corner
As she follows the sound to the attic
She opens the creaking attic door
A young man sits before the window
In an old red chair
Half falling apart
He is facing her
With the back of the chair facing the window
The attic door slams shut
She gasps for air
She is very afraid
He speeds and surely stands before her
Face to face
He asks her
"who are you?"
He moves back as he turns and his back faces her
He moves towards her slowly
A few days past
She wonders where he is
She sits in the attic and waits for him
He appears behind her
She explains to him that she feels like she knows him
He sits by her on the bed
he explains there past life together
He returned to meet with her again
She died in a bathtub
He was holding her
Trying to wake her up from the pills she took
After her funeral
He committed suicide
She moved on and became reborn again
He didnt because he was stuck in the past
He kisses her cheek
And she stands in awe
She does drugs in her new life
One night she was driving home
She was on acid
And she ran into a tree
She was dead on the scene
He shows up and pulls her out of the car
She thanks him for saving her
He reaches to hold her hand
She looks at him
"what? you mean im.."
He says "yes"
They leave together in peace
Where they should have been in the begining
His ghost soul is 46 years old
But his age of which he died is 19
She was 17 when she died the first time
The second time she died she was 19
her ghost soul is 23 years old
Love has no age
The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you something...no one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.
Im all his and hes all mine
Together we spend all our time
This is it were in our prime
Minds linked to one another
Bodies may go their seperate ways when desired
Come home to eachother
The love undescribable
The freedom; limitless
Mental connection unimaginable
Understanding at its highest peak
Feelings so strong, unbreakable
One incapable to fathum the idea of our bond
Night and day, yet we are the sunset
Separate lives, yet we are one; a strong unit between sun and moon
We set the mood; new style of living
Within the depths of an ocean; a relationship
While swimming freely throughout the sea of fishes; solitary
It's what many covet
This fire of love for one another so strong, we set eachother free in the same
A form of happiness higher than whats considered happy.
Must Be a Dream
Am I dreaming?
Cause this feening feeling inside of me is a feeling,
That has never overcome me before
And it seems like it just won’t leave.
Am I dreaming?
Cause every time you and me get together,
Life is much easier and its like,
When you not around, the sun is a moon now.
Am I dreaming?
Cause when I see you, my heart skips a beat,
But not just any beat, a beautiful extraordinary beat,
That only I can explain in a million words.
Am I dreaming?
Cause when this dirty feeling of love is overdue and has deceased,
I will finally be able to wake up and face reality
That my true love is only a dream.
Do young boys start thinking of girls
with imperfect make-up and pretty clothes
who look like Barbie in every sense of the word?
I used to look at them and laugh,
thinking they were going to a party
rather than attract the opposite sex!
That's the time when girls were a fantasy,
filling up this head with unrealistic thoughts...
to have been the handsome Prince Charming,
and offer them anything on a silver platter;
and growing up I realized how silly I was...
I had little to offer, still carrying their books to school!
Somebody should have pinched me and told me
that at such age chasing girls was a game of hide-and-seek,
or a dance around-the-rosy to sing nursery rhymes;
even my teacher loved my greasy hair with that combed-back hairdo,
tight jeans and a plain t-shirt as handsome Travolta would wear...
only made me famous for an afternoon on the dance floor!
Those were the most exciting times for a naive boy like me
charming them with that look of lover to make them fall in love with me,
it worked, but after dancing they started giggling...whispering something
that made me appreciate the ingenuity that girls had at the age of twelve;
and would it had happened today, I probably would have gotten many kisses,
remembering their smiles, but not saying, " That's the time when girls were a fantasy! "
Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette oncloud's contest,
" ...At This Age "
It’s unfortunate that we are living past the age of romanticism. It’s as if in our busy lives we don’t have time to make time to let moments intertwine. We are workaholics and hedonist who forgot to appreciate that love exists.
We are a couple decades over the time where the hearts use to frequently blossom and more than passion was the outcome. Instead we pay more attention to Hollywood heartbreaks and gossip. Stories of lust and mistrust that give love a bad name. Soap-opera clichés where to apply the word 'cliché' would be cliché.
When it comes to affection our conscience are unconscious. The mind's treachery leading to heart's lechery are the components of nonsense that leave the soul no longer autonomous .
Then there’s the other side of the story of those who look for glory, trying to find congruent atriums and ventricles.
Those lonely individuals whose only finds happen to be asymmetrical.
Those that live for love, those that lust love and can’t ignore it, also those who die for it.
It’s that common misconception that their next lover will be their last.
It’s the repetitive mistakes that made their next lover the same as their last.
It’s the entangled bonds between two roses that are divine. We comprehend not that we are diatoms in Diotima’s explanation of a love story.
There’s no acknowledgement of platonic love.
No demonstration of admiration for the family unit, friends and all the experiences we undergo.
It’s out of resource and need that Eros grows.
A gardener should be there to watch their seed grow.
It’s out of love that we should plant our rose.
it seems unfair to me sometimes
that life has to end.
i hold you in my sight
paused in motion
refusing to forget the patterns of your face
youth only fades
yet noone wants to fathom
what age portrays
watching you now, at age 22,
your ceaseless movements
both delicate and benign,
you are locked in with a click like a mechanism
implanted within my shaking mind.
anchored in my thoughts
afraid i may lose sight,
dreading what is inevitably to come,
our ancient human rite.
what is it we have really
but phases full of longing,
short lifetimes of solitude,
then subsequent terms of bliss
it seems strange to say that i am not sorry
for little secret moments such as this.
i will not apologize
for having lived and hoping to live long
nor argue choice or afterlives
or hear you claim im wrong.
it seems we believe in nothing more
than dirt and cold and brine
i believe in the simple glory of your hands
large and gregarious inside my small ones,
Love is such a powerful thing to feel people tell teens you dont know what love is ..Your just full
of out of control hormones. Its so much more than that. what adults dont understand is we
would do anything to be with theone we so very much adore. Take my little story for example.
A young independent girl starts falling for a much older guy. There is a four year span but they
both think age is just a number. The boy tells this girl she is beautiful an gorgeous every waking
minute he gets. he makes sure she is all in tact making sure she isnt falling apart because they
cant see each other b/c of their amazing age difference. They talk to each other whenever they
can. Everytime they hear each others voices they start falling for each other even more. They
had a long talk about what they wanted to do to be together. They both decided that the girl
would wait three years until shes of age. He keeps telling the girl hang in there b/c patience is
always the best way to deal with this situation. They both talk about the great memories they
already have experienced. The boy tells the girl she is amazing an worth the long, painful wait.
He says we will make it through this little bump in the road. The end of the tunnel is far away
but soon that light is going to shine as bright as it can an im going to run as fast as lighting
strikes this earth an jump into my future with him. My future looks so bright an amazing with
him. finishing highschool then college is near. But after my school days of highschool he is all
mine. This guy an girl are going to wait for each other. In the mean time they are going to
remember the good times an focus on the positive things. When the girl starts thinking
negative the boy will tell her its all going to be over soon an a new beginning will come.
(INSPIRED IN PART BY A SONG OF EDITH PIAF)
Should we praise
the chanteuse who sang
"I regret nothing"?
Was she a saint
or a sociopath?
Did she forget
the insults and
we are so prone to?
I regret so much,
so very, very much:
the chanced shaking
of another heart,
the deafness to her tears,
the blindness to her
Too much a coward to love,
I would run-- run away, even
jumping an ocean to flee
what was between her and me.
Now, aging, I regret
I cannot make amends
to those lost loves.
I cannot say,
"I am sorry, I was weak,
in fear of your love.
The prom has finished
Last dance done
This Ohio princess
To be his one
Hand in hand they leave the hall
Hearts racing as they had a ball
Heading home on a glorious night
Dressed to the nines, a wonderful sight
Full moon shining as they cruise home
This graduating pair want to be alone
A wooded clearing they know from their youth
Is to be where their bodies soothe
Parked and nervous as they climb in the back
This is no one of night, its more than that
She takes his hand, places on her breast
Her loved eyes full of zest
Now semi clothed her breasts bare
His hands walking, where before they would not dare
Trousers down, boxers too
Her hand slides down on Mr you
Her lovely gown adorns the floor
Her panties scented perfumed amore
Hard and wanting she guides him home
Their loving to be sealed, as their hands roam
They love in tandem as the car sways
Fondling touching in loving ways
Pulling him in as he hardens more
Head throbbing as he loves her core
Screams of joy as their love is mixed
They share their moment, eyes fixed
Warmth and desire fills the air
This young couple now a loving pair
Passions ease as they hold each other
In this moment they are both in clover
Dressed and dishevelled as they head of home
Thinking of how their bodies roamed
He walks her to her door
Where he's picked her up many times before
He holds her close to kiss good night
This loving couple, a lovely sight