after the break-up picking up the pieces to my life
A few ticks after the break of dawn
The night fades and the day yawn
Birds chip the morning anthem, my attention is drawn
The sky painted in orange, yellow and red
"Fair well thee my bed"
Its time to reflect for what's ahead
A soft breeze brushes against thy skin,
Nostrils, treated to a fresh array of air
Eyes immersed in the glory of the morning flare
Sitting on this swing
swinging north and south
Contemplating the blueprint for the day
From the "fresh-dew thoughts", before the day turns grey
The sun is about to shine, its time to make Hay!
its tuneful melody
once touched our souls
after the break-up
like a gong, it tolls
the notes that thrilled
now just tremble
like a frozen smile
our song dissembles
E-arly sixteenth of July,
L-ight rises above the horizon;
V-ile clime though occurs,
I-t happens for a reason.
R-ays of the sun are shining, right after the break of dawn;
A-n early wind becomes rugged, it happens for a reason.
G-leam begins to show up,
A-nother morn meets the beacon;
L-onely rain suddenly appears,
I-t happens for a reason.
J-ust let the tenth of March
A-im to leave the night;
C-heck the Friday morn,
Q-uest for the shining light.
S-un has begun to rise
A-bove the new horizon;
N-ew day starts to come,
C-hill is brought to oblivion.
H-aze, mist, and fog
E-vade the burning beacon;
Z-enith awaits till noontime, after the break of dawn.
Explore me with your gaze
Want me more with your curiosity
Undress me with your desire
For the excitement has just begun
The approaches catch my mood
Until you kill it with your plain politeness
Slapping your face to bring you the truth
That rude me more to make my heart race
As I expect it to be wild
The tragedy after the red mark on your face
Don't just stand there after the break
Give out your guts, and call me if you dare
A **** can be pretty and funny and smart.
She can lift all of your thoughts from your ***** straight to your heart.
She can talk about science, music, or art.
She can put you together but also rip you apart,
so don't trust these sluts, no don't you dare.
They'll force you to trust them and love them and care,
and then she'll be gone, and then you'll be aware
of that hole in your heart that that dumb **** left there.
He's skipping
To fourth grade
After the break
He's skipping
Half a year
And it has
Brought us cheer
2 c what
He knows
2 c how
He's grown
In the future
To get a job
You will have to go
On a game show
To show the viewing public
What you’ve got
And why you deserve it
Above the other contestants
Vying for the same job
There will be tension and tears
Pinned hopes and fears
As the voting public decides
Who will win?
And if you are chosen
You will have to show
Just how grateful you are
Like on the X-Factor
From those picked by Cheryl Cole
Tears, thanks
Chests grasped, hands clasped
In gratitude
Overwhelming joy
Oh at last! I can feed my boy....
Give him all the things
He’s never had
Since times post ‘The Blair Era’
Have gone so bad
(Although you won’t be able to say that)
Jobs will be precious, and scarce
Robotic factory floors
Work night and day
As mechanoids don’t get sick
Or ask for a living wage
While humanoids now greet those
Who can still afford to shop
Whether they want them to
Or not
And so it carries on
After the break
We have those
Who are on their final strike
Who will get stripped of their job tonight....?
Only you can say – so don’t go away!
Be right back after this commercial break!
Anna Archichek
After you have said good bye
You feel pain cutting you like a knife
No intoxicant can totally mask your pain
So you will have to live with it
After you have said good bye
Why, why we keep on
weighing each other ?
You were an anchor;
I was a feather.
*
The land fall !
There was no noise.
Tornado had come like
a revelation !
*
After the break,
you count the rings-
in heart wood.
A condensed torture !
Satish Verma
She says I don't love you anymore
He laughs, turns, and shouts
“I already changed the lock on the door
You have been evicted, get out!”
The audience bates their breath
A collective inhale from the smoking mess
The man looks into the camera now
“Join us after the break”
What good ratings this does make
Protect your home, dog, and car!
Come try out the new Jaguar!
Be sure to catch the latest news!
(And listen to their biased views)
But most of all do be certain
to draw close the Digital Curtain!
Bringing you the latest
wars, famine and a rapist
A look at how the market grows
Avoiding talk of public lows
Trusting those who dress in suits
condemning those who march in boots
The BBC and ITV
A war in mediocrity
So watch manufactured laughter
or talent manufactured
But when you realise what your watching,
save the earth, and your brain,
turn off the toxin
After the break up when they split
a sense of loss, fear, anger and pain.
A father doing is best
a older sister who beacame insane
No sense of belonging a longing for a place to call my own, to call a home.
A mother dealing with her own grief
listening to their arguing, moaning.
No rules or boundaries. Seeing things a child shoudn't see
Insomnia kicks in due to anxiety
No sense of belonging a longing for a place to call my own, to call ahome.
So she got wed but again instead was lost in translation, no love or jubilation
A man who cared, yet others who judged
So after all theses years through the tears I finally have a place to call my own.
Where One can be themselves and feel at peace.
No swaaering or shouting. Just my place to belong.
AFTER THE BREAK-UP WITH HIM
Surplus Jack of all trades -
I should be gone -
I am master of none.
This apple garden fades :
On a cold lonely eve
Along the Neva bank, my
Running feet slowing by
Heavy thought, I grieve -
The snake-end of Eden.
Unforgiven, I missed the train,
Only two minutes too late,
I saw the swing of a gate
Slither, and me abandon
To an endless dark station,
To despair. All my hopes turned
To hell fury - a woman scorned
Like Eve without Adam, spurned.
A nightless day, a queen unthroned.
Stars are flying, music dying
Perhaps the serpent was lying.
Two half-apples on the market-stall:
Their equal parts make a single whole
Lord, why?
That's the normal question I cry
Why me?
I don't know how to be
She was my mother
I have no other
Who is going to help tie my shoes
Or put a band-aid on my bruise
What about when I start to like boys
Instead of little girly toys
Who is going to teach me about make-up
And comfort me after the break-up
Love me through the years
Dry away all my tears
Lord, why?
I didn't want her to die
Don't you know I need her
I wish things could be the way they were
My feelings were all a mix
After all I was only six
I know it was in your time
But it felt like such a crime
I will be okay
Because you answer me when I pray
Although I don't have mine
I've got one that's oh so fine
She's loved me all along
I guess you knew that we belong
Thank you for this gift
It's a load that you lift
I might still ask why
But at least I won't cry
Because you didn't leave me on my own
You gave me someone, so now I'm not all alone
To you I will be greatful
And always faithful
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