Why did Einstein create such equations?
Why is Math full of calculations?
And why does English need so many punctuations?
Why is there a need to study
Math, Physics and Chemistry?
The very thought of it, makes a student's life history!
When the black and white paper finally arrives,
the time-table for examinations,
it causes tension and irritation.
No parties, no excursion.
Only mugging up, slogging and exhaustion.
The definition of an awful week of preparation.
When comes the last day of examination,
it is an occasion for celebration!
But, when the results reach home,
it's time for a brief explanation...
Paradise...Paradise...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet
Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace
The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.
The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to commence
I was in my world, my world of pleasure
Wanting to keep this safe, safe as a treasure
My mind was fresh and pleased
Wanting this tranquility never to cease
But, the silence didn't last for long
As it was broken by another dawn
This happiness and serenity in my world of fantasy
A paradox it is, in the world of reality.
Don't.Don't do anything.Don't.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything at all.
Don't try to fall.
Don't think it's all over.
Don't try to leave this place.
For all eternity.
We can laugh.
We can think of this as a hoax.
Make it unreal.
Learn how not to feel.
Be happy with ourselves.
Feel joy once more.
Mother EarthShe has suns for eyes,Mother Earth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and oceans for tears,
a blade of grass for each hair,
and wisdom beyond her years.
Rage like an earthquake,
sorrow as deep as the sea,
madness funneled like a hurricane,
joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.
Her skin is a motley,
with hues so dark and bright,
she sleeps during the day,
and lays awake at night.
She has the universe for a heart,
and the cosmos burn in her soul,
however, humanity's blindness,
is at last taking its toll.
I'm strong, aren't I?Look at me!I'm strong, aren't I?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm strong aren't I?
You think I'm weak because I'm skinny
Because you've seen me cry
Because I've lost hope
You've seen me quit
You've seen me break apart
You think I'm Weak
But have you forgotten?
I walked through the storm, when everyone else hid inside
I stood again after I fell
I walked in the darkness
I mend my heart after it was shattered
Whenever you cried, you had a shoulder to cry on
I had no one
Yet I wiped my tears and put a smile on my face
You've made fun of me, insulted me
But I'm still standing here, facing you
Does that make me weak?
You've called me names, picked on me
Forced me on my knees
But still I'm here
Because I know I can face it all
Overcome all my fears
Push away the pain
And once, just once be happy
I'll do it someday
Because I'm not weak
I'm strong, aren't I?
Because I'm BlindA young girl once asked a blind man, "Can you see?"Because I'm Blind3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why, no, silly girl," the man replied. "I'm blind."
"I know that. Can you see?"
The man thought hard. He couldn't remember one moment when he had vision. "I'm sorry, my girl, but my eyes are broken. I don't understand what you mean."
"I guess you can't then..." The girl sighed, defeated.
She spent her whole life searching. She learned many languages and toured many countries during her mission, but none brought her to who she was looking for. One day, when she was old and retired, she sat on her front porch, feeling the soft breeze blow through her hair and listening to the soft creaking of the floorboards under her rocking chair. She looked out at her world with reverence. It was beautiful. "I wonder why no one else can see," she said.
A young boy stopped in front of the porch and looked up at the woman. "See what?" he asked.
"I can see it," the boy said, smiling at the sparkle in the old woman's eyes. "I don't
Let Me Get This Straight...So, let me get this straight...Let Me Get This Straight...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Everyone is beautiful"
"Don't let anyone tell you who to be"
"F--- the haters"
"Follow your heart"
"Don't pretend to be someone you aren't"
"No one is just like you"
"Only you can be you"
"You're a one-of-a-kind"
Yet, its okay to talk about him behind his back,
Or insult him to his face,
Maybe give him dirty looks;
Cuss him out.
You can call him names,
DeeperWho are you that you are beautiful?Deeper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What puts you in this category?
Is it the way your cheekbones rise
In harmonic symphony?
Perhaps it is the way your eyes
Are the exact color of the sky above the lake
That we both love.
Maybe you are beautiful
Because of the tiny wrinkles near your eyes,
Or the way that you dance
When you walk.
You could be beautiful because
Your hands are never still
Fingers twitch with energy
To tap out a melody,
Or draw out a picture.
Who are you that you are beautiful?
What am I that I would see you thus?
What she is.....She's worthless,What she is.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She can't do anything right.
She won't put up a fight.
She doesn't know how to return
the feelings of love
something she doesn't understand
or even believe in
She fails tests and quizes in school
She's not perfect
but she's not a fool
and half the time she doesn't follow the rules
She has many secrets
and She lies
the scars are proof enough
and although she has stopped
her harmful ways
her body can't sustain
and needs her mighty friend
to help her face her emotions again....
You're Just...You're Just...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
There's Black All AroundThere's black all around, with nothing to touch or see,There's Black All Around3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm hanging by dead images that started to discolor, swallowed by the obscure sea.
In this dark universe the wind is breathless,
To never wake up again, to bleed to death it would be a bless.
The sweet, cold rain, it never pours,
Because here's no sky, no earth, no exit doors.
There's black all around, with noting to smell or hear,
In my dreams is still a bit of color, but soon it will disappear.
In this dark universe my heart stopped beating,
Here's no oxygen, because there's no need of breathing,
For the last shard of sun I'm still grieving
I'm screaming to the endless dark,
But the echo of my voice won't overcome,
Because here's no "get back from".
There's black all around, with no joy or pain,
Because here's neither lose or gain,
I still remember how love and hate felt like,
But this will be erased too by the obscure bane,
Replaced by a field of nothing, an obscure plain
It's kind of funny to remember that I
Strangle Me.Wrap your hands,Strangle Me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Around my neck,
Down to my knees,
Mush my mouth,
Tell me that you love me,
Make me fall.
Bruise me as I bawl,
Just love me.
Tie me up,
Throw me down.
Just hurt me,
I can't breathe.
Finding... Myself?Say goodbye to that man you know,Finding... Myself?3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The one who was only there to make amends.
Say goodbye to the old me, as I go,
Because I suppose this is the way he ends.
Say goodbye to the cynical me,
The man who kept everything to himself,
Let him rest in peace, and welcome me.
For I am here still, and I am... Myself?
Say goodbye to the Cynicist,
Say goodbye to the anger and the hate,
Say hello to the Optimist.
Say hello to who you'll learn to hate.
Because that's just it, it's easily done.
I flick a switch, and I'm the old me,
I guess he was never really gone.
Say Hello to the Optimist.
For the writer of this piece is dead.
Sorry.So yes I am sorrySorry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But know that I care,
I know that you worry
I know you despair-
I wish that you wouldn't
But I guess you can't stop,
I know that you didn't
Feel like you could help.
I know that feeling
And I know that it kills,
To be truly helpless
When your lover hurts.
I know that I shouldn't
But yes I still cut,
And I wish that you wouldn't
But how can you not?
So yes I am sorry.
And I promise I'll stop
Because I know that you worry,
For the one that you love.
To Mom.Wake up,To Mom.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wake up from your bed of lies,
Shuffle over to the pity cries,
The cries of your children,
Hiding from you,
Scared to see what you'll do.
Ignore them and walk away,
Pretend we're safe for another day,
Pretend we're not laughing behind your back,
Hoping someday our masks will crack.
Hoping to stand up to you,
And leave you, sobbing and filled with rue.
The decay of us,
It's something to hide,
Like you're the perfect one in your social life.
Once you're done fighting about stupid things,
You shuffle on back to your bed,
Lying awake and saying to yourself,
'It's just another day in Hell,'
And while you sleep,
Your children are awake, crying and trying to keep themselves safe.
Safe from your lies,
Safe from their own cries,
Sounds that you induce.
You're your own judge, you're your own jury,
Because everything has to be right.
And in the morning,
We'll wake up and say,
'We're ready for another fight.'
You continue on,
Your cycle of lies,
Because you always have to be right.
DesperationShh...Desperation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We don't want to wake the monsters.
racing thoughts echo
through your battered mind.
Gasping for air,
but it hurts too much to breathe.
It hurts to live.
When did this happen?
When did my beautiful angel
turn into this bruised being?
One, two, three
scars race across
your precious skin. No more.
Put the blade down,
burn the noose
leave to blow dryer outside the door.
my perfect doll
more than is necessary.
Stop the horror
of making me watch you
crumble and shatter before my eyes.
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.
Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
Was It All A Lie?The funny thing is,Was It All A Lie?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can walk past me
And totally ignore me
Acting like I don't exist
Without an inch of guilt in your black heart
After all the things we have been through
After all the times we have been there for each other
And you act like it never happened
The funny thing is,
You can look in the mirror
Thinking you're the best
Thinking you are too good for everyone
After all the things I have done for you
After all the things we have put each other through
Through thick and thin
And totally forget that I was once in your life
That you needed me
That you loved me
It's like you're a totally different person,
In a totally different universe,
You don't know me anymore,
You don't want to know me anymore,
You don't love me anymore,
So please tell me this,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just another lie you told me?
Was it all a lie?
What do you say?What do you sayWhat do you say?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when "I'm sorry," isn't enough?
What do you say
when "I love you," doesn't mean a thing?
What do you say
when she's out there with someone else?
What do you say
when words won't do?
What do I say
when you don't believe...
that I honestly still love you?
Mistakes "I've made a mistake" is something I'll sayMistakes 3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which would be quite often, almost every day
About silly little things that don't mean much
And really big things that cause a lot of fuss
Forgetting a book and even a test
Or not remembering when you confessed
Not taking out the trash at the end of the day
That leaves this strong smell that just won't go away
Arguing with my best friend, losing them at the end
A relationship that could take many years to mend
Even making new enemies at every right turn
After acting without thought or any concern
The things I've said, the acts I've done
Pushing on my chest like a million tonnes
Those little things never seem to end
Nor do the really big things that I must contend
I'm not perfect, don't expect me to be
We all make mistakes that we can't set free
All of them, however big or small
Can only make a human after all
Kirsten Z. Jacob
Express DeliveryKnock Knock.Express Delivery3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Silence SilenceSilence3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A word can say it all
but there are some subtle moments in life
that doesn't require it at all
Packed with love, you gift your daughter
your heart wants it to say, that you love her
She might take it with a sigh
or with a glitter in the eye
either way, you got the reply.
When the string of friendship gets a knot
it's hard to say what happens to the heart
you want to talk to her, you try to look at her
when she looks away, you get the answer
you are hurt, sad that you did something bad
A tight warm hug from your mother
tells what you have not what you had.
You and your brother get into a fight
you yell, shout, throw tantrums, run out of sight
you sit, weeping at a corner all through the night
when he comes and sits right next to you,
you know everything's alright.
You want to talk to him, you want to tell him
how you feel and how you have felt
he looks at you, gives a cute smile
that itself makes your heat melt
You wanna prove yourself, want to show who you a
She had never thought of herself as brokenShe had never thought of herself as broken,She had never thought of herself as broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as missing, as unfinished, as incomplete.
She used to think she was complete, accomplished;
her flaws hidden, her heart healed and soul varnished.
Her Creator had made her independent -
she did not need her "other half" to be whole.
When he left, a cold hand wrapped around her heart;
she ached, trapped under the weight of missing him.
She craved his presence, his arms around her waist,
his hands in her hair, his eyes locked on to hers.
She realized she'd simply been fooling herself -
He was her "other half", a 'yin' to her 'yang'.
She had never thought of herself as broken,
until feeling broken was all she had left.
Choking on SilenceSilenceChoking on Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silence and your eyes
to see what I do next
to see how can I embarrass myself further
Maybe I can shout out
how my lungs feel
when you leave
how they tighten within my chest
I can't do this anymore!
I could tell you
how my arms have the burning desire
to hold you
and never let go
It doesn't matter though
why would it matter?
when I see you pulling away
my hands reach out to grab you
but I catch only air
Is it the words I've said?
because I can take them back if you want me to
suck the air back into to my lungs
so maybe they won't be so tight anymore
But no, I start to choke
My heart beating wildly in my chest
because I know I'll never see you again
my body shaking
my mind feels like its caving in on itself
And all of this
you won't let me hear your voice
or see your eyes
are you scared of what I'll find there?
everything you've bottled up and thrown away
When I met you
I think I was in the same place you threw that bottle
and my throat