When the world hates you
It's such a lonely place
Crawling out of bed each day
Forgotten in each and every way
Grasping at straws to build nest
Every minute is a torturing test
Blow away by unkindness
Held together buy a fine web
Of sorrow and unhappiness
Each word thrown your way
Cut like a knife through softened clay
Leaving a scar and empty space
Not winning at life's pointless race
Burdened by life's past actions
Push till they get their reaction
Life is a lonely road
Where you must walked alone
Indeed I need a angel
Or a new end to my fable
Last year I grew up to late
To now realize my fate
Of a life not to be enjoyed
But to be endurable enough
To make getting up tomorrow
Seem like a plan living on time borrowed
To hate is to love and to love is to hate
Will I ever be happy with my fate
REALITY REVEALED *
dilemma
of
integrity
sensuality
conflicts
with curbed
desire
irony
in
self-effacement
ephemeral
& by chance
emotional
& dramatic
objective
an
influence
in academic notion
of the
unnoticed
omnipresent
to interpret
the unconscious
with
exhilarated
experience
where
architectonic
energies
of
indeterminate
shapes of
optical
multiplicity
enveloped
the
transparent
quickening
in the eyes
counterpoised
&
more endurable
the urge
&
the perception
of self
the desire
to
find satisfaction
in
organic beauty
a bestowal
of happiness
in
absurdities
embodying
unruly chaos
in the appearance
by accident
rather
than design
translated
into
manner
& style
always
inexpressible
an attempt
to understand
the austere
distortion
of an objective
consideration
&in particular
embodying
space
promote
a desire
&tendency
of
separation
Where is it that I fall in love except my soul die out not
My heart only belonging to one beauty its beat I feel
My wish to taste her swEeeet'ness
To feel her curves in passion
My dreams of desires reality
Where is it I love deeply in depths of my being
It is only I drop to my knees to pleasure her
To smell her scent upon me, feel her touch in softness
To kiss her lips between mine
Where is it I love except words I Love You do I speak
A heart, even in pain it lives the passion
An endurable extravaganza of life's spectacle
An illusion into depths of mystery dream
Darkness of our souls light up like star in night sky
Like a new found love,a first love
Excitement in distance the same to be near
How To Love except we ourselves are love
Emotions devoted to conquering mind control level
Fluids of infatuations indulged in minutes of time
To love or be love we strive to hold there
A heart's love,there is none no pure
The birds chirped,
The darkest hour is rough
I had a shield,
The invisible shield in shape of my heart.
Where's my bow?
It was broken by my beloved.
Even my eyes are drowned by misty rains
Scar on my heart; I'm blinded by fake love
Betrayed by sweet words
I had a shot from behind
It was shot straight to my heart
My heart beat speedily,
The end time is near,
But, the pains are endurable.
I labored for breath
Blood flowing down my nose.
Kowe! Kowe!! chirping mysteriously
I heard a voice from above
Its echoed down my broken heart.
It says; *YOUR END TIME ISN'T NEAR*
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The rain that pours unexpectandly
The storm that comes and goes
The sun that shines brightly
The seasons that change randomly
The same old stories
The change that is inevectable
The spontaneous opportunities
The growth that is in moderation
The pain that is endurable
The smile that is a pretence
The laughter that is there to smooth the heart
The weird sense of humour
The rumours that are going around
The environment that interferes with happiness
The acceptance of a religion
The colour of the skin
es
The wind beats heavy against our hearts today.
It feels harsh, and sudden, and cruel, and cold,
and although the wind is wildly strong,
it can never be strong enough knock us down forever.
And with time, the wind will slowly begin to lose momentum.
Soon the uncontrollable winds will begin to slowly shift
and become softer, bearable, endurable.
The seasons will change, and the harsh winds will be no more.
The wind can be a painful thing, but it can also be a beautiful reminder,
because like the wind, it can’t be seen, but it can be felt.
Like you, we will no longer see you physically,
But we will always feel you all around.
And every time the wind blows, I will know it’s you
MY WINTER
Slight slowly shyly appearing my winter
on hesitant footsteps now to enter.
I stay in West Bengal, India
Summer- enriched: I hold cold-phobia.
Mild winder is allowed for months two or three.
Rest of the year I feel fully free.
Accustomed in light cotton dress.
Thick garments hardly impress.
Under frost or snow fall I am not to roam.
That I can watch in America: My second home.
Soothing endurable winter not too chilled.
Couple in same blanket: Love is sealed
11/22/17
My Winter Contest by Viv Wigley
Sixth Place
Why would you assume?
I never hinted that I liked you
Sorry that I don’t care about heteronormativity
I’m not scared to sit in close seats
The only things about you I knew
I learned because everything offended you
Yeah, I know you have a large chest
But I look deeper than the surface, unlike the rest
I’m not saying you’re horrible
Our friendship was just not endurable
We shall try to repair
But never like before the snare
It’s just the way you were raised
This sort of thing makes you dazed
I’m sorry for how it was phrased
But I felt depraved
As you walked away
After you held me for days
Telling me it’d be okay
I fell for the bait
You never meant to manipulate
But for you, I’d have died today
But you can’t handle someone who stays
And then out I came
You were the friend I craved
But eventually, you had me crazed
Perfection desires that the size of the thread match the size of the spool.
Often, though, there is a mismatch of shapes, portraying karma
Tensions as insurmountable. To not have what I
Endeavor to possess erodes hope to an extent
Neither pleasant nor endurable. Avoid indulging in suffering but not pain.
Temporary mal-acceptance can promote self-knowledge.
Insight is welcome but can be so potent
As to obliterate history. Presto!
Laws of Nature shape reality, sometimes pause, never stop.
Trump In Tune
In tune with things Trump won't stay
No matter what will do his own way
Things he is elegant and endurable
Have heard his disease is incurable
Is well known door knob on display.
Jim Horn
As a fine mist you disappeared a day
Returning to the world of the souls
Leaving a deep and heart felt pain
Only time would heals the great sorrow
Making your immense absence and loss most
endurable
AN AFRICAN WOMAN
The lady in white has make me insane
With the blissful frangrances of her laughter,
Clouded with a beautiful image of love.
She is the art of my love's story riding
Holiness in the courtyard of my soul.
She mannered her attitude with soulful lullaby,
Behold her flashy teeth radiating like the sun
Put your ears to listen to her sweet song.
Behold her walks majestically as the queen of my heart, the air glorifying among the trees
Can't someone tell me who she is, married or not?
A woman of Africa, I presumed,
Her beauty penetrate into my heart amiably
With her blue charming eyes, she got me going.
An African woman, the beauty of the world
So tender, kind and endurable to nature.
Her appearance soiled my emotions and altered
My feelings of loneliness in the garden.
She walks alone with a basket in her hand
Receiving from nature the fruits of her labour.
An African woman, the mother nature's right hand
Make me your husband for in you lies my future.
Evil extraterrestrials, executing everyone : Earthlings exterminated.
Eau-de-vie evaporates, even Everlasting Eternity effectively eliminated.
Enigmatic, exquisite, existence : endurable emotions easily eradicated.
Eulogy : Ere-long; Epitaph :Erstwhile; Epilogue : Epistles, Episodes; Evacuated.
This is a Double Inspiration First : Danielle White for HER Creative Contest :
" Monorhyme Madness "
Inspired by Syed Amaan Ahmad's Contest " Free Style "
Author's Note : My Emphasis is on "Madness" , not MONORHYME
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