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Details | Light Poetry |
TRAIL OF TEARS

I've been there once,
I've been there twice
BLUE SKIES, never die!

A day of sorrow,
I can still feel the pain from yesterday,
The pain continues to sit there today,
It will continue to sit there tomorrow,
No word to say.
BLUE SKIES!
Nothing Less.

A trail of tears,
My life left

     
~SKAT~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010




Details | Free verse |
YOU
YOU

Your 
Uncaring eyes
Push me 
Repulsively 
Praise me down 
In a pit of abysmal. 
Your balance ego 
Keeps me on the void
Painted walls
Hidden truth

Take heed
While I, 
Twitch
Bitter 
Words 
Of yuck
Behind your back.

~*~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
No words


Where there are tears
There are no words

Where there is music
There are no words

Where there is painting
There are no words

Where there is love
There are no words

Where there is passion
Words run and hide

Where there is sadness
There are no words

Where there is poetry
The poet attempts justice to the word

Where there are tears
The poet mystically appears

Where there is death
There are words

Proclaiming dominance to all before
Music art and philosophy

For not all are artists and musicians
All we have left are words and sorrows

How so very sad
And so very absurd

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016




Details | Rhyme |

Pondering  a l o n e  on melancholy,
As pain  keeps  me    far    from  being  jolly,
Those black clouds and the sun  h i d i n g  behind
the rain-kissed breeze blow  crisp  thoughts to my mind,

Wondering, I hone my  p o e t i c  skills,
Inspired by  c r e a t i o n's  mind boggling thrills,
The  duet  of  birds  w a f t s  through  rhythmic  rain,
As   words  b u i l d  up  midst  the   m a z e   of   my   brain,

Wandering through known recesses of  m i n d,
My  muse  roused  from  sleep,  I  gladly  now  find
refreshing    r e f l e c t i o n s    from    Nature's    well
b r e a k   my   spirit   free   from    w o e b e g o n e    spell.


09/25/17

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Ana
She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
The father who loses a son
The lover left all but alone

The child who loses a dog
The clown who loses his nose

The day grandpa fades into the past
The night when the house is no longer there

The lady of the evening anticipating
No one in her boudoir, silence screaming

The season when all the flowers die
The time when war drums beat

My brother who drowned in the sea
His passing became my very own misery

The blind man with no visions
Scavenging for the eyes of the cow

The clouds that made the rain
The villages washed away in pain

The invisible and the black plaques
Humanity in numbers falling prey

The lovely lady in red
Murdered for her diamond ring

The bride to be, in all her glory
Heartbeat stolen in a medical robbery

The singer in the opera
Her tongue cut, cultural slaughter

Teenage lovers, in lustful love
Driving drunk to their graves

The high school queen on display
Later Shivering and no teeth, no graceful ways

The timeless horrors of age
That shall capture the balance of us happy souls

Lest we forget the dead born
Losing the chance to shed even one tear

Strangers all, I promise we shall meet
The final boarding call, the graveyard is terminal C

When you stare into a stranger’s eye
Remember these wistful ponderings

We all have suffered loss and pain
The smile and compassion you offer to all

Never shall this be in vain

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
I wished as a child upon a star
For Christmas to never be very far

Then I wished for a lovers kiss
I dreamed that love would never fall amiss

I wish at times I was not so smart
Wisdom brings disappointment after dark

I wish at times I was not always right
Happiness you see, is about letting love take flight
			
I truly wish one day to be wrong
So that you girl, will cry for me and sing me my song

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Suffocating,
in the depths of sorrow,
beneath a flood of doubts.
Gasping,
unable to surface,
I frantically search 
for what weighs me down;
I feel nothing,
but the burden of guilt 
that fills my soul
and then I realize
the anchor
is me.


©Ana Espinola Collins


Copyright © Ana Espinola Collins | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
le château indésirable
(The undesirable Chateau )

I have no body
I am asleep
My head lies in a an old wooden box
My eyes are closed
The world is too cruel
A single tear rolls down my face
I am sad and I can fathom no reason why
Do all the dead babies cry?
Not even born and yet my soul is old
I am just a head in an old wooden box
My body is gone, I know not where
My chateau is an old empty crate
One of the unwanted
Why do you stare?
This old wooden cage is my home sweet home
I lie here to ponder and contemplate
I sometimes stare to the skies
So
Unwanted

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

In my thoughts poetic words are swirling,    I found writing at an early age,
Tumbling and whirling, like caged birds;         Depth of spirit and creativity are mine;
Trapped and reckless to be set free,       Memories are free flowing in my words,
I must find paper and pen and release;     Deep inspired poetry releases the past;
The fluttering, my muse is screaming,    I drift and float, soul searching my inner life,
In my head, or is that me?                    Meaningful words pour out the sorrow.
I start to write and sad poems come,        I let go of the past, I let the pain drift,
Creeping, word bleeding on paper;       I lay each sorrowful and weeping word bare;
Oh do all poets struggle or just me?   Bleeding upon a white page of paper,
And as I pen my verse, I weep.             My poems are full of tears and memories.
The writing done, I sigh a tear,                I have laid open this heart for all to see,
My muse has set me free;               The story of my life can be found easily;
Memories are all I have,                Photographs that float in my dreamy thoughts,
And the rain is falling down.                     The tomb is wet, so dark, so cold.
The pages of my life fluttering,          Words deep engraved for all eternity,
Past the ornate gate;                 The wind takes my long hair and trees tremble;
Voices and murmurs calling me,     Past the ornate gate and winding road,
I kiss dead lips and caress cold hands.      I so often stand in this place of sorrow.

________________________________
September 26, 2015

Free Verse

Inspired by the poem Crack like fissures written by Richard Lamoureux


In my poem, I combined parts of four poems with a similar theme.

Winds of Time, August 2014
For All Eternity, April 2015
Soulfulness, April 2015
Like Caged Birds, July 2015

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
                       My flesh is burning down, set on fire that what it is    
                           The blood that's in my veins Evaporates 
                            Ground crumbling down just like me 
  
             The truth is that I want to be blind why would I chose to see?
           Is this some kind of memories or its some ghosts hunting me ?
      Do I even have the choice to chose or will i remain silent to the eternity? 

                                       I hate this life thats for sure   
                         Whenever you bleed down it asks for  more
               No me left to take  and no more betting heart to break

                      Soul for humans so I don't have one any more  
                      unless  someone know if I can find it in a store 
        I use to think that whenever I get hurt my wounds will heal again
           If that so then why the scars have gone but the pain remain

Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

                       Many came with bright, lovely  f l o w e r s  to lay,
   their  T E A R S  hung in the tall  b e n d i n g  trees;
and then their  WEEPING  drifted into the  S I L E N C E,
                     I have laid here  b e n e a t h  the  EARTH-  years.
   BENEATH  the deep  w h i t e  snow and  g r e e n  grass;
                                         and a little  GIRL  came often with Rose,
                 she  l a i d  ROSE  on my tomb, so gently . . . 
          NOW-     now, a beautiful young woman comes here.
"O h  m y  s i s t e r  l o v e-          do not  grieve evermore,
    LEAVE, leave, leave this DARKNESS and come  n e v e r m o r e."

____________________
January 7, 2017

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Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
Dear Sir, my innocence is gone now, no more fear 
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here. 
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen, 
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain! 
I was crying; I was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened. 
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end. 
I begged you to stop and looked into your eyes, 
there was a reflection of a cruel world, that’s  what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did, 
Nobody knows that you made me bleed. 
Dear sir, my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was so blind! 
having hidden hatred inside, a virgin died. 
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories, 
time doesn't heal all wounds, that you marked, 
yes, you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.
My innocent world was shattered by your touch
Hope no one ever has to experience such
For all the pain, all the cruelty, thank you very much!

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
The Beheading of Nînwe

Ninwe is the ancient Syriac name for Mosul
(not to be confused with the ancient Assyrian city of Nineveh)

Burned books
Dead poets
Dark ages of Mosul

Smattered relics
Islamic horrors
Dark ages of Mosul

Education denied
Blind minds cutting out eyes
Dark ages of Mosul

Evil hearts
Dark Souls
Rulers in Mosul

The golden age of Islam long ago
Evil winds have blown
Now they live in darkness

In Burka tears
Fear
For years

Crucified Christians
Run run run
The museum is closed in Mosul

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |
The leaf has fallen from everything it has known
The wind of despair drags the leaf aimlessly
The leaf can not find refuge from its tormentor
The Leaf begs for mercy

Withered and dry, as others float aimlessly by
Wishing for their company, wanting a friend
But, only receiving an evanescent try
Oh, how fate does not bend

Envy the evergreen
They dance with the wind of melancholy
Never falling from grace, never losing to nature's game
Why are they immortal when the rest wonder the earth alone until death

Crumbling, the wind does not stop, nor does it care too
Falling apart, the earth's soil reclaiming me
Fading away, is this peace, or is this just death
I am lonely, afraid

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |
A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply
I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame
Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow
Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless
To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly

Copyright © Masereka Amos | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Migrants Tears

They tried to shoot me
Then rape me
Then enslave me
I am empty inside
Where shall be my refuge?
Is there any humanity left in this world?
You, with your earthy comforts and peace
Why do you fear me?
You, who has not seen war, why scorn me?
I am you, I AM YOU a human seeking only tranquility
Yet you belittle me
I am not a terrorist
I am terrified of your behavior
So I ask you then, who is the terrorist?
I, who have suffered so,
Shall embrace all lost souls
I with nothing, would give my all
To comfort any anyone in pain
My heart is mine, no one can steal my kindness or smile
Even I cower in the shadows
Afraid of our times



Orphans Fears


I am here
Crying
In the cold
I once had a home
Now I have only fear
Not even a sweater to stop my shivers
I wrap myself in old newspaper
Do you read the news?

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blitz |


this sad heart
broken heart
heart aching
heart delicate and weeping
weeping lost love
weeping to God
God oh almighty
God can you hear this girl 
girl of sadness
girl of love
love mine
love like a sword
sword that stabs my happiness
sword of love's memory
memory that comes in dreams
memory and family secrets 
secrets hidden 
secrets from the past 
past buried
past dead with the beloved 
beloved lay in death
beloved family husband baby
baby who never saw the sky
baby oh the love
love locked within
love that inspires me to write poems 
poems from my dripping pen
poems of love
love and sorrow written in blood
love has made me this poet
poet of painted words
poet of rhyme and verse
verse of love
verses of love flowing
flowing and floating for eternity
flowing with love and forlorn beauty
beauty is poetry
beauty in natures scenery
scenery to take your breath away
scenery down a beaten path
path winding in a forest
path to love
endless
endless the poems of love
love and love
love of a broken heart
heart bleeding
crimson
bleeding . . .

_____________________________
May 18, 2015

Blitz

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
I wait
For the yellow cab
It arrives in the rain
Splashing my hopes
The girl inside sneers
Never the less
I offer her half my hot dog
I may be poor
Even drunk
I have manners
At the bottom of my life
She has none
At the top of hers


I wait
For the yellow cab
It arrives in the rain
My john hit me in the face
The girl inside me cries
Never the less
I somehow recollect
I may be a hooker
Even drunk
I have a memory
At the bottom of my life
God forgive me old man
You offered me all you had

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
When Broken Hearts, spill their Tears, Emotions, Quiver in my Quill
I Remember, after all these Years, Our First Kiss My Heart feels “Thrill”

Before Sorrow came and destroyed my Heart. I remember “The Golden Pen”
A combined Imagination of “POETRY”, set Apart, an Archive to be opened- WHEN??

Tranquility : Why do YOU hide from my Heart?? “ The Sorrow in and of POETRY “
Why do YOU sever , The Soul, I know I will be with “LENORE” for the Eons of " FOREVER "

Dedicated in LOVING MEMORY of “ L E N O R E “ , My LIFE, My WIFE, My ETERNITY
                                                             To Be Cont.    

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |
Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly

Copyright © Yours Truly | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |
Last Dance
It was a beautiful day A day of celebration, a day of thrill It was the day of my sister’s 18th birthday The most waited day of a girl to be a lady and I? I was a girl that time and all I have to do is to Observe and cooperate And it was our most anticipated moment To witness that celebration and to witness our dear father as the first dance of my sister who was missing us for many years because of separation. Yet we didn’t know that, that would be the first and very last day of the year that we’ll see him His body was so thin His face looks sickly and heartbreaking He looks so different But he remained calm and at ease Michael Gan the first rose, He stands and overwhelmingly danced for my sister They turned and sway They dance like it was the last He was overjoyed Filled with different emotions Happy, touched, sad, missing us, and regretting His heart jumped over him He tries to catch his breath touching his own chest We hasten him to the nearest sickbay To salvage his life His precious life, my father Battling from death, loses his fight His eyes wide open, no air No movements, no smile because... It was his last dance

Copyright © Ana Mae Gan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
It's only the start now
...a road yet unknown
At times the whisper of other steps
...sometimes we walk alone

The best start of our lives
May at times cry in sorrow
But even on our deadliest days
The sun will shine tomorrow.

So we must do our best
Whatever time may bring
And look beyond the winter chill
To taste the breath of spring.

Into each life will come
A time to start anew
A new start for each heart
As lively as morning dew.

Though the responsibilities of life are great
And palms are bowed so low
The cyclone of time will leave behind
The beauty of a rainbow.

Time will never take away
Our chance to start anew
It's only the start now
So the beautiful dreams can still come true.

Copyright © Nikhil Chandwani | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
All  I ever wanted, was to live a happy life
Never did I imagine, I'll one day face this plight 
I never wanted a life filled with sorrow so rife
All I hoped for in my life, only a little light    

Home was the best, not west nor south 
Up until, the war broke out 
I can't even relate all I've seen 
So many war crimes, I'm not even eighteen 

Now, I leave for another man's land
Where I'll be tramped upon like I'm sand 
I'll cross oceans, take great risk 
What can I do?  I have to act very brisk 

With all the misery, different things I ponder 
I'm I not a human? I'm often forced to wonder 
My brothers and sisters, I'm in great pains
Must I endure a lifetime of chains?  
Some countries, won't let me through their borders 
Does it really matter that we aren't even brothers?
We're all humans, that's the reality 
We're supposed to live,in peace and Unity.

Copyright © Mariam Musa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
You say you're ugly,
You say you're fat,
You say you hate reality,
but it's not just that.

You say there's nothing good,
you say everyone hates you
you say you can't eat food,
I wish I could help you.

Because in my eyes, you're beautiful.
In my eyes, you are perfect.
In my eyes, you are wonderful.
Please take the time to reflect.

You want to die,
I want you to survive.
You're trying to say goodbye,
but I'm holding onto the knives.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |
Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a sequel of alacrity or prolongation
But best before this is a celluloid and my heart and art collaboration.

In this poem “I or me” signify tears
Tears personify her expressions and emotions
Read this and know the life legacy of tears with concentration
And finally your fur, fleece and fuzz stand erect in attention.
 
Tears personify, I am compacted in stars
I am compressed between hurdles and wars
I am combusted on scorches
I am confided from Ishtar torches.

Tears epitomize, eternal bone of mine is an ominous emotion.
The Sagaras; Sarpada, Satluj shaded a challenge to my dire destination.
That one eve ever the fever of cleavers cannot catch up with me.
And the damp humidity of drought could not cope up with me.
 
Tears embody, I float on the branches of poignant army 
I flood around the builds of happiness
I reach the borders of hell-heeled layers
And I roof down the clouds to my feet and make them rain prayers

Tears swank ,When my real steel sizzled atoms of blood,
Come together to conjure a flood.
The heated ink of emotions ignites to molt the black clouds
And let me visualize in which eve shall it swounds.

Tears exemplify, my liberty leads the immense flame in the hands of torch bearer
My prodigy evokes the waves hard under visions of volcanoes
The lust of my silvered glory was inspired from the shiny heavenly threads of feudal dart.
And the symptom of my introduction will be the rise of a burning heart.

God of hostility typify: Convinced that the fever of lava can't cope up with me
And the humidity of drought can"t hope up the level with me
In such a water working poem this is the conclusion
That even the pacific evaporate when my eternal strength feel thirsty after a tear solidification.

And now the spirits incarnate, my iron lungs had oxidized with the bitter-sour chilled water
after reading it and they crackled their internal matter into ignitious crater.
And now I will come to compete with and complete the legacy BOT(Bottle of Tears)
In the new form and with new fire firmed eyes to show you the third part “Kingdom for Disarmament of Tears ”.

4/14/2016

Copyright © Bhanu Siva Krishna | Year Posted 2016