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You called it confusion.
A. We'll call her subject A when I was 10 years old I had this friend who liked to have sleep overs but wanted me to hold her, she was a good girl. she would trace circles on my inner hip and tell me everything and I'd wake up to her head on my arm. I wouldn't move till she did. She got a bf who wanted to take her virginity and treated her badly so I stopped talking to her. Cut ties and never looked back.
B . We'll call her b. I'm 13-14 she likes to kiss me on the school bus and infront of her friends but she's not into girls unless she's getting attention, she has my shirt up and I'm laying on her bed, she says my chest is small and teases me then she's burning me with a lighter and I'm confused because she doesn't like me but I feel pleasure. She wants to start drinking and smoking and I know that's not the type of person I am so I leave and never look back she moved anyway. Anyway.
C. We'll call her C . I'm 16. She's my friend and I drank for the first time and her hands are on my thighs and she's kissing me and my hands on her throat and I'm shaking. What the . It's only a game. You know. She has a Man. I'm bleeding in the bathroom. My excuse.
D. Let's call her D. I'm 18 and she's telling me she loves me but only when the blinds are closed.
E. Let's call her E. she's seen me naked. She's felt my body and told me she loves me. She likes being held but her boyfriend doesn't treat her right. She "loves me" but only if he can join us You know . he touches my breast and she's moaning as I'm cringing and I'm crying myself to sleep after scrubbing my skin for hours.
I'm 22. And I'm loved and I'm somewhat stable and I don't have any friends because I have the most ed up sense of attachment. I'm not sorry. I can't be your friend.
Form:
I believe I can fly
There has been a lot of fire burning
Honestly this fire is still burning in different part of the globe
A lot of cry’s on this hot zone
The people burn with no help
They die with no dignity
Their life’s are better off not given
This fire keeps burning
No water can quench it
This is not natural fire
This fire looks similar like
a political fire
This fire is meant to burn
And if you ever try to quench this fire
It high flames and smokes
Might get you roasted
So we see this fire from afar
but we cant help
So I wish I could watch from above
From a place of love
Above the clouds of danger
Beyond the sky of flames
Far away from a dying world
So far away from this captivity
Far From this calamities unstoppable
Far From this dying days of mankind
No wonder
I believe I can fly
Attractive lady with long shining hair,
nobody can resist such a charmer;
I bet you turn guys on to have fun,
and when danger comes, you run!
The one that promises the joys of Heaven
and make him walk slowly on rainless clouds
is a true deceiver who counts just to seven,
he's ready to give a handful of fake outs!
No man is prouder to show off his lady,
woe to her when she flirts with sweet eyes;
if nobody can resist a charmer that's sexy:
step outside and feel how my fist hurts.
Sensuous looks make you very desirable,
handsome men are full of vanity and drink wine;
if they make a pass, my rage is inevitable:
I'm aware of each move, don't touch what's mine!
So spin the heavy wheel, don't worry if it stops twice,
and spinning it makes all idiots bet much too hard:
I can lose, or even win some: I grab each winning dime,
risk all to gain more, look out for the clever bastard!
If nobody can resist a charmer with pretty eyes
he might as well challenge me to claim advantage;
winner or loser: blood dripping from cut cheeks
won't keep this guy from the fight and ditch revenge!
I've seen roses bloom in springtime,
And watched the morning paint fields with dew.
I've heard a thousand love song promises
that were written pure and true.
I've watched sunsets set the heavens,
Dressed in every shade and hue,
But all of God's repeated wonders
Still can't duplicate you.
You make an ordinary Tuesday.
Feel like something worth getting through.
You can turn a simple moment.
Into an hour, I wish I could renew.
You've got a way of making simple things
Feel important when you do.
And that's the part no dream gets perfect—
Except when it's duplicating you.
If tomorrow took you from me,
What exactly would I do?
Find another laugh?
Another smile?
Maybe I could.
But not another you?
I've spent a while thinking about it,
Trying to see the whole thing through.
Wondering if my heart was faithful,
Or just somehow attached to you.
But every answer led me back.
To what I already knew.
I've finally come to understand it,
After all the roads I've wandered through.
Life might offer similarities—
But only my dreams can duplicate you.
God can make another woman—
But only my dreams can duplicate you.
Nobody else could say I love you
And change my whole day's view.
Nobody else could say those three words
And turn my gray skies blue.
Most folks leave a memory.
Some may leave a bruise.
But you brighten up my whole damn world—
That's why only my dreams can duplicate you.
Can You Imagine
In Our Planet
If one fine day..
All trees are given a chance to speak-
What will they speak to us?:
'What have you EGOISTIC humans
Caused to our ENVIRONMENT?'
If one fine day..
Mother Earth is given a voice
What will She say?
Her thunderous voice will echo
From her outer atmosphere:
'Stop polluting me NOW or
Bear the CONSEQUENCES'.
If one fine day..
All the money in the world is
Equally distributed
Amongst everyone
Then there will be:
'No POOR, No RICH'
If one fine day..
Our planet follows this rule:
Total darkness henceforth.
But only those that show humanity
Be blessed to see radiance of light:
'There will be NO INHUMANITY'
If one fine day..
All employers take this decision-
The only qualification needed
To acquire a job is-
'Good Character':
'Then parents will NEVER FAIL
To instill MORAL VALUES
Into their children'
If one fine day..
The infinite universe stoops down
To say something to us from above
What would that be?:
'To every human being out there
Prancing with pride:
You are NOTHING but
A GRAIN of SAND
In an ENDLESS desert.
So, stop being ARROGANT!'
They are too foggy,
Dreams, visions, etc.;
I don’t know, I don’t remember,
but o’ wait!
Yes, a distinct memory.
I started remembering words
hoarse, dry words mixed
with the lemonade air.
a conversation?
The smell of heated leather
chains me to the patio
where the goddess sits.
I have lost faith in her,
no longer a goddess
but my birthmother.
The second person in this conversation.
'Bitter sweet or sweetly bitter',
asking the nicotine-filled air.
A head emerges through the smoke,
mingling with the lesser being.
She exhales pure ash
and stares, ocean to mildew eyes.
‘Bitter sweet.’
Why, I ached to ask her
but it refused to come out,
my lips a graveyard.
Fruit trees,
beautiful ones.
Aristaeus but never Eileithyia,
my mother.
Leaves and Vines blend with the
anger that my mother had,
not anymore
malt as its replacement.
I wanted to try her cigarette,
the one kissed tenderly by her two lips now.
My fingers turn
black.
Black as black can be,
emission at the seams of my nails
up to the pretty blonde strands of my mother’s hair.
I wonder, lips formed
to ask, maybe.
‘Mascara,’ she answers,
knowing the question
before it escaped my tongue
and ventured into her ears.
Because we are entwined, now,
black and volcanic
two minds, one body
no
two bodies, one mind.
I wince,
the band-aids refuse to help;
including the Arnold ones
I used to put on myself.
Bittersweet.
My cuts grow bigger
until it resembled the cracks of the earth;
and ate my blue bike
and the ghost house I used to live in,
her being the one to haunt them.
‘You blame,’
who says.
‘You lie,’
says the other.
Not a conversation anymore,
but furious eruptions,
ruinous pertinence.
It was calamitous and vulgar,
glorious culmination,
as it destroyed everything;
leaving nothing but cinder,
carried by the wind
up into the lemonade sky.
Once in the star-filled winter sky,
When I looked at the crescent moon,
Hanging like a delicate jewel
I knew you too were looking high,
Our gazes might meet and get entwined
Far away on the surface of the moon
But now, I know your gaze never left
The atmosphere; never transcended
the barriers of time and this sphere
For you were always busy on your phone,
Watching reels and scrolling feeds
You never accompanied me
In my journey to the realms of beauty,
Which for Keats is joy, but for you,
A time waste and guilt.
Two hearts with different needs
Yet with the zeal to be consorts
What would it lead to?
Would it alter the spirits?
Or would it be aesthetic..??
~Paghunda Zahid
13th of October, 2023
Made Clothes from burlap bags
and used burlap and old tires to
make sandels and flipflops
she shared a song about
the remedy her husband made
when she had a cold
said he put, sugar and a crushed
clove of garlic mixed with honey and brandy
to knock the germ out.
one day I was wearing my flipflops
decked out in my burlap clothes
had a the flu
and was drunk.
That dang punk wanted us to still
go out there and sing.
Hhe so cheep
he still used these ways
even after he sign with
Moif Music Company
and got that sign on fee.
We aint get knowthing out the deal.
Told me: wear the Burlap suit and
don't move around so much on stage
cause the price of thick thread
had gotten expensive!
That's
what he said ask FFuge. He had
that specail order Epoxy Gutar
that (@$!!#11) made for him
I can't mention his name cause
we weren''t entitled to
people outside of the Orchastra's
names due to Contractual
agreements. He can sing: ya'll know the man can
sing: but if the show
wasn't on and he
had to pay for it, he wasn't at all interested
in doing anything that would take
away from the budget. His management skills
seems unoorthodax;
cause the way he was raised:
but he can surely sing!
Lord, thank You for humbling my heart from pride’s perilous cost
Indeed reaching out to me, sinfully lost
Thru the compassionate working of Your Holy Ghost…
Now, I can joyously yield to Your leadership post!
Lord, thank You for cleansing my body from carnality’s impurity
Indeed purging me from evil worldliness’ vanity
Thru the divine imputation of Your righteous authority…
Now, I can truly claim Your victory in fighting against iniquity!
Lord, thank You for directing my faith from false religion
Indeed leading me to You - the divine Surgeon
Thru the illumination brought by Scriptures to my soul's region…
Now, I can* finally escape from abomination’s dungeon!
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ…
March 3, 2019
Oh! Dear, what the matter can be!
Oh! Dear, What the matter can be!
One year passed, you had not visited me!
Last year!
Remember?
You took my rain- coat, Honey!
Now, again the season is rainy.
Please come here.
Am I clear?
In dreams of love, we will float.
Don’t forget to bring my rain-coat
02/02/2018
'Oh! What the Matter Can Be' Contest by Barry Stebbing