What do I do?
Where do I go?
Will there ever be a day
When I'm certain of what I know?
I compare myself to others far too easily
Hoping to become a person I'm never meant to be
Does anyone else mourn the death of childhood
Just as much as I?
Or stand alone in winter's chill
And admire the starry sky?
Sentimentalism haunts me- it's a blessing and a curse
Forcing me to accept Change- for better or for worse
Where do I belong?
Why was I made?
Will these questions be answered
Before my youthful fade?
Mithila’s Descent
Mithila walks, sleepless,
Across the hills of grief.
The burning fire of memory trails her...
A shadow of mist,
Uncrossable,
Like an uncertain, fleeing cloud.
Time ignites in envy’s blaze.
She floats on sweat water,
Her sixteen-year youth
Nurtured in fatigue.
Bones,
Muscles,
Tremble in the humid air...
Mortality’s edge sharpens
Around her fragile form.
The endangered time of mortality
around Mithila.
Lost in illusion,
She journeys alone—
A swan without a companion,
Adrift in the wreckage
Of ruined nostalgic desire.
Puberty crossed without lust,
Her memories, treasures locked,
Clutched like kin.
Adversity hangs the balance of life.
Tonight, Mithila stands alone in the dusk...
A desolate figure,
Adapting to realms unknown:
A realm of quicksand in the dark.
Drowning,
She dies to survive.
And at last,
Mithila bloomed to be eternal!
( The 21 years college girl was recently found hanged inside the flat, as told victimised by a wealthy, powerful businessman in Bangladesh)
She called her Daddy and said she needed a twenty
He did not think this was enough, so he sent her plenty
She then called her mother and tried to work her too.
Mommy sent her a Valentine, so she would not be blue.
She sent a note to her brother, saying she was broke.
Thinking it was hilarious, he told her to give up the smoke.
She next tapped her sister who said, “I am worse off than you.”
So now who could she ask? What could a college girl do?
Grandma maybe? She tried it and got a tin of cookies – pinwheel.
Grandpa had slipped in a dollar, thinking it would be a big deal.
She called her Daddy back and cried a bit on the phone.
He sent her mother out to see her, so she would not be alone.
Her mother was tight and refused to give her a cent.
Move back home, she said, if you can’t pay the rent.
And I don’t appreciate you asking your grandma for money.
She softened the blow a tiny bit by calling her “Honey”.
I met my wife at the very end of college. About 24 years ago.
She is still smokin' hot beautiful...
_________________________
When you hold my hand
I cannot even stand
How I feel so grand
Look at you, Baby
You make me hazy
I'm not feeling lazy
How in the wide world
After so many years
Such laughter and tears
My drive's still so strong
And it's just so wrong
You still draw my leers
As you have for years
Like a college girl
Your healing hot touch
Is still just too much
For verses and such
This look in my eyes
You will not disguise
Your passionate cries
Time supposedly softens
The lust of a man
For the woman at hand
And so he should seek
A side-lover's cheek
But instead in my plan
You'll know I'm your man
'Till I'm in my coffin
Your body is mine
To make your heart shine
All of the time
I'll see you tonight
You will know I'm right
Once you're in my sight
Yes,
She
Wore a
College girl's
Skirt and sweater and
A barrette in her shoulder length
Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago.
She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred
Voice that many people said was subtly insulting.
And confidence and homeliness
Not often seen—met
Together
In one
Face-
One.
Arrogant- wise - domineering - intimidating - stunning - to anyone
Young at 27, but incredibly brilliant and wealthy, that's who I am...
Yet, who could ever think that I have been through black and blues
This bossy autocratic features was once before of soft caring hues
This "sought after millionaire" was once an "erotic sex slave"
But... I bravely stood up, strive and gave all the best I have
Haunted by "childhood nightmares", my mother beaten and bruised
Submission - dominance; bondage - discipline; my "lustful game"
Hard mystery man that I present, yet Ana came and break me loose
Liberating me dearly from my haunting unpleasant past and woos
Never did I imagine, that a simple 21-year-old big - eye college girl,
Fearlessly entering my world, will put me into a beautiful: "love twirl"
I handcuffed her by tapes, ropes and irons but she imprisoned me so tight
Tight with her sweet and selfless love, leaving me all awed and magnified
I am the dark Christian Grey, whose heart and soul, Ana steal...
I will break a leg... Hike the highest peak to be Ana's only shield..
by:
olive_eloi
03/24/2014
2:30 pm
BOOK: FIFTHY SHADES OF GREY BY E. L. JAMES..
CHARACTER: CHRISTIAN GREY
When the sun shines no more and gives way to rain
It's time to close the windows and bask in dark pain
Here, here, they come the memories
Floating in with the cold winter vagaries
Down memory lane, I let myself drown
Keeping on my face, a steady frown
Back to when, still a college girl
I let my heart beat in a move always spiral
A knight was he, with the appearance of Eros
Little did I know his real name was Narcissus
He took with him, my joys, my laughs
And let me forever etched with a stony cough!
Class at 8:00
Late nights and early mornings
Papers and exams
Four years turned into six years
I will obtain my degree
The Nam!
Why is it we are here?
This place holds no danger
To those that we hold dear,
The Nam!
Two days on patrol,
Today, I was point man
And I had no control
The Nam!
My best friend died last night,
By a feces smeared bungee stick
As he died, I held him tight,
The Nam!
We must take that hill,
No matter, the rounds we fire
Or the number, that are killed
The Nam!
In my bunker,behind our lines,
I cannot help but wonder
If they're out there planting mines,
The Nam!
The ending of my tour,
The Sergeant came to tell me
Going home was not for sure,
The Nam!
We found another hole,
I swear sometimes these people
Are living like a mole,
The Nam!
Body bags, I have seen,
I must say, of my time here
I am sick of this whole scene,
The Nam!
I was shot, in my left arm,
They say, that I'll be safer now
Away from death and harm,
The Nam!
I'm feeling so alone,
All my friends are dead now
I want to go home,
Back Home!
I'm back in my own place,
A college girl, walked up to me
And Spat, upon my face
The Nam!.........................
So long ...... So Many........ God Bless you all....
One last look over my shoulder. As the double doors close one last goodbye to
the teachers. As I start my car and go. One last handshake to Mr. Davis. As my
name is called aloud one sweet tear down my cheek. As I make it out alive. One
fairwell to all my classmates, as I enter the real world. One goobye to my past
me. Because now I'm a college girl.