Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't پرستار fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.
If I never saw آپ again.
How happy my life would be!
I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!
No مزید nagging!
No مزید griping!
No مزید constant whining!
No مزید rants about how dreadful your life is!
I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.
Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!
No مزید yelling!
No مزید shrieking!
No مزید do this یا do that!
The very mention of my name سے طرف کی your irritable voice makes my ears bleed buckets.
The look of your horrendous face when yelling at me makes me vomit on the inside.
To imagine my life without you.
Is like a dream that's impossible to obtain.
Oh well, whilst I sleep that dream I long is true.
Where I am so happy.
To never see you.
If I never saw آپ again.
How happy my life would be!
I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!
No مزید nagging!
No مزید griping!
No مزید constant whining!
No مزید rants about how dreadful your life is!
I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.
Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!
No مزید yelling!
No مزید shrieking!
No مزید do this یا do that!
The very mention of my name سے طرف کی your irritable voice makes my ears bleed buckets.
The look of your horrendous face when yelling at me makes me vomit on the inside.
To imagine my life without you.
Is like a dream that's impossible to obtain.
Oh well, whilst I sleep that dream I long is true.
Where I am so happy.
To never see you.
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from دن to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed سے طرف کی many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and دل full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be دودھ and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from دن to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed سے طرف کی many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and دل full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be دودھ and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked سے طرف کی its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked سے طرف کی its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are آپ the one shit out of luck?
Is it آپ being pushed around?
Is it آپ begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
یا is it the fact that آپ remember all of the lies?
Was it آپ tied down onto his bed?
Was it آپ screaming at the site of his head?
Was it آپ who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped آپ remain alright?
Do آپ regret ever meeting him,
یا was it a lesson well-learned?
Do آپ regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do آپ regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
آپ just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are آپ the one shit out of luck?
Is it آپ being pushed around?
Is it آپ begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
یا is it the fact that آپ remember all of the lies?
Was it آپ tied down onto his bed?
Was it آپ screaming at the site of his head?
Was it آپ who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped آپ remain alright?
Do آپ regret ever meeting him,
یا was it a lesson well-learned?
Do آپ regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do آپ regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
آپ just tie up a noose.
roses are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
آپ who speak of beautiful words
when at my back آپ have this sharp swords
delighted سے طرف کی how آپ praise me
set me on آگ کے, آگ is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing آپ can do :P
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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
آپ who speak of beautiful words
when at my back آپ have this sharp swords
delighted سے طرف کی how آپ praise me
set me on آگ کے, آگ is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing آپ can do :P
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vkdfvhnjdfnvjkdfnvjkndfklv
vfdjvbjkdfvkljnbvok
sdvjksdnjkvbnjkvbsorv
vjkdsbjvkbnovioisv
sniodsvniosdfvoisvbfvoiv
nhiovbiovsoivov
vjkfbvjfbvnbov
vjvboidboi
vjbvbovioir
nbfiovboibiosr
biopriobrnieo
nbovinbpoidneeeeeeeebnivbd
rfbjoldnbon
jfrborbfipob
fdnbnbp
biorbnipodnb
a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
I am disappointed,
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.