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My Crush

That day came and I saw an Engel displayed in my eyes
And in her beautiful eyes for few seconds 
My whole was trapped.
I looked at her in a wonderful pase 
That disturbed my own space and 
I felt my heart beating with excitement
With my mouth having no sentence to introduce myself,
Then I went away thinking oh she is my crush
Since I have no courage to tell that feeling might crush
And in secret I cry.
Why can't I say to her that I love 
Its like I am rejecting myself,in the mirror I lie
Each day I set my eyes on her is joy I feel,
Thinking she is not mine brings that feeling I hate to feel
But I guess till I tell
The fairytale in my head will remain in play
And to me she will just remain that girl I like.
My crush.

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Suicidal Madness

I can't I tried I failed,
I seeked I found I lost,
I saw I said and sang
But still I cried my lungs,
The grave I made I dug
My soul I lost it dropped
Lame is I am done,
For I is rough and cut 
One step is pain and plain 
My thoughts are more and mute
They build they shout and crash
Is me my all is gone,
My sin is death my own
Is shame I brought my whole
For I is fine I fought
I lost I bled and smiled
To you my joy was fake 
My all was wrong and squeezed
My death okay my fault.

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Plain Pain

Plain Pain.

There's a heavy pain on top of my joy,
Little room nails scratching my whole,
All of me helpless and hopeless,
The goal was joy now in the 
Goal mouth there's sore,
Necessity to comprehend the whole thing 
Is no more appealing to my present,
How old is I to be fooled?
How long from now will it take to appeal to be true?
Yesterday I wasn't perfect but real in the mud 
Now I appear to be but fake in the cart,
Who is fooling who I wonder 
Who else shall say it louder than I?
The present seem to be non kind 
And my kind seem to be non present,
Who is I to follow with joy 
When there is none in me in secret?
Who is I to laugh to the joke of reality 
When they are not at all?
Who is I to judge human nature with an eye
That see far closer than nowhere?
There's a walk for me to take 
I realised there's a lot at stake,
Alone with I,me and me 
Releasing each drop for joy to be found 
Never the less there's none to be for I to smile.

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They Wonder Why

They wonder why I hate People
These are my reasons why I hate people
I knew that i was able 
Thats why i took a bite so simple,
Society opinions are Toxic,fatal and glueless,
So who else is worthless?
Am saying so because i saw you pointing 
And facebook posting,
Wipe away those tears
Finally get it spoken,
The inner voice talking,so stop crying.
The society has no sense 
I was even afraid to mention,
Stop seeking attention and be a man of action,
The society kills
You need to come up with a skill,
Stop ignoring what you feel
Before they teach how to feel
And pointing what to feel
Because then 
The feeling,is nothing 
But a I'll
The combination of skills
Diluted in a pool,
So then
You can never say you lived 
You will forever wish you lived.

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My Dead Lover

So compared to prison break 
and freedom attained otherwise
regardless of its narrow ways 
walls remain absent.
so compared to wonderful paintings
the beautiful face of my lover portrayed with passion
and my mind submitting to appreciations.
did i suffer for none or my feelings were 
betrayed by a lover instead?
gone,all done, suicide claimed when it came 
to my lover's head now she remains 
in my head a lover but dead
so i submit to this pain.

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Sweet Utter Bite

That sweet utter might but 
Frequently its a lie that skies,
Often its contained never not 
Therefore expressed better not
And hurt for the most.
Its a combination of emotions 
Sourced in the mystery portions
With an aim to fulfil individual emotions
And desires deep portions unseen,
It is contained by life but life 
Wonderful ways without it are none,
Its Love
What a friendly friend 
To be accompanied by the most,
Passion,Lies and Truth for the most,
In sour rides it gives 
That bitter bite 
That hurt for the most.

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Fade

Why then do I cry when it pains?
Where then do I run to be saved?
Who then do I blame for my fade?
How then do I say it is great?
For my joy to be seen as a date,
Still true for my death it is pain,
Feel free it is warm it is lame,
For my joy to be seen it is caged,
True love never came to my same
Right now it is pain it is paid,
How the hell do I laugh when it rains?
When my fade is dry in the lane,
Fool who?
For you to be great,
It is life it is great for the lames,
Who is I to talk for the graves?
Because still I will be
Its a game,
Till then I will cry to be saved 
For my soul to be touched to be tamed,
Hope then will come in my days
Otherwise its a wish and am lame.

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Lust

These goes deeper than my deepest sadness
Constantly wondering around consulting my madness,
Deeper dig Cherish the value embedded within
Touch,feel and never throw in the bin,
Let it be not due to your physical satisfaction
Remember there's another being with clear emotions,
Boys and Girls wonderful desires
That probably is the root of all this 
Wonderful romantic cutting kisses,
Heart left in pieces
After a creepy visit to the garden of peace,
Bed sad replays 
To watch these boys play with pace
Then i understood the Game
Where girls don't even know the root of the game,
I guess its not my place to state but it is so sad 
To watch victims cry with pains,
Lust is nothing but an act of cowards i say
Open your eyes and be wise instead.

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Calling

For a long time I have been denying my own
Praying oh God this brain is too young to contain,
Trying by all means to be like my friends then
Find my self crying and asking why do I pretend?
The more I denied the more I cried and its Pain 
I felt and couldn't fly from the being i denied,
Finally i gave in and took away from my whole
The blanket of deniel i had all along,
Now i became and this brain is giving me no time 
To relax and be young like my friends whom i always
Wished to be as free as they are,
Its my own more like ordained to see these things
I sometimes find hard to explain,then i question oh lord
This can't be my life?then i hear a voice telling me 
"This is the gift you contain"
Mindless reality i command and is sense 
I suck in the breast of reality with no shame 
I stand and try to fulfil the purpose of my existance,
Then is joy i feel and the Pen that bleeds
This is the gift i contain and the passion i claim,
The choice i didn't make but will forever
Gladly bend all the way with it.

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Atone

Teardrop to the mortal bones,
climbs of sympathy to the immortal soul,
tormented by desires and anchored by divine wings.
its pieces scattered, scars and memories unfaded.

perceived, the Godly demeanour undoubted.
enigma, toiling to disfigure this nature.
beautiful portrays, the gentle soul of the Painter,
toiling to reveal this nature.
the preamble to the exit
what a questionable nature.

teeth grinding and shiver, the fusion of uncertainty and hope
what a waste of a beautiful life.