• Dystopia • You've drained the color from my skies, Blinded my youth with an ocean of lies, But I don't know what is this new feeling,
By Khalida Parveen2 years ago in Poets
CHATTERBOX Silence all my way, I preferred not to say. I chose to be quiet, Using all of my might. "Oh Chatterbox is blank today".
The Widower's bride (The story of emotional hardship) The past has been my plight It keeps flashing in my head Like a faulty flashlight
A warrior. What's a warrior? A worryer. That makes more sense. To love or to spite this idea? To heal or to hear this void?
Nightmare You were a nightmare, That stepped silently in Dark ambience of the night, You were the same nightmare I was living in,
Let's play a game. There is a river. There is a boat. And there are three matters of import. A lamb, a wolf and a bunched grass
I’m in a world of shades of grey, Not black nor white, There’s a light grey, A darker grey, A very light grey, The grey they called it ash,
FOR KEEPS I need a kiss with you like in black and white movies. I need a grip that yells at me that I'm at home. I want to think the thunderstorm will enlight my way now on.
Love aplankey Love "Aplankey" literally means love mate, A special individual to cleave with for a lifetime. And the journey together,
Before you went after the "forever"s in this paper, It used to be my own little paradise. I'd write about my favourite lullaby of the pied piper,
Love We can't love in trouble Love is the name of walking on the beach if you put your arms around your beloved So we never got that edge
Morning I have heard that she sleeps in the morning under the veil of night Get up early and come to us with your feet down