Randi Maskhara 'Whore n Clown'Clown and whore has the same function in the society... Both entertain the customers with dressing their bodies fancy for the pleasure and entertainment of their customers... Both have to entertain all kind of members of society, at the end they forget if they are humans enough to select who can take pleasure from their bodies... They both loose self-respect... Whore taking off her clothes every night to strangers.... Clown acting funny degrading himself for the stranger's pleasure.... Both dance to money...They are not humans.... They are subhumans.... Animal specie called Maskhara(Clown) and Randi(Whore).Randi Maskhara 'Whore n Clown'5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Alphabet according to Doctor WhoHere it is then, the Doctor Who alphabet (or, The Alphabet according to my former lab partner):The Alphabet according to Doctor Who3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A is for Allons-y! often used by number Ten.
B is for bowties which are cool anywhere and when.
C is for Cybermen and the thousands they deleted.
D is for Daleks whom the Time Lords defeated.
E is for Earth on the verge of extermination
F is for fezzes: an overnight sensation.
G is for Gallifrey with the orange sky.
H is for Help! A request the Doctor can't deny.
I is for I'm Sorry because sometimes everybody loses.
J is for John Smith: an alias of many uses.
K is for K-9, a tindog most sublime.
L is for love which crops up all the time.
M is for Mars: a planet not so far away.
N is for New New York where there's a gridlock all day.
O is for the Ood and the sad song they sang.
P is for the Pandorica opening and another big bang.
Q is for questions, unanswered for so long.
R is for running into River Song.
S is for a sonic screwdriver: the doctor's hidden ace.
T is for TARDIS travelling throu
Headphones and ExpansionHeadphones and Expansion9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the soles of his shoes, I must like the feeling of my cheeks
against the gravel, he presses my jawline in
hard, I keep coming back in an attempt to pluck out
each pin shaped stone. There is not much inside apart from old cogs
and plastic tubes that twist around my spine,
something burrows into my stomach and sits,
clattering as I breathe and I have to keep on hushing it up
as its fingers start to pull my ribs apart
so the world can eye my heart up, open like empty drawers,
so I can walk around with my pores unfastened
spilling out everywhere.
I did not mean to crawl so far into his jean pockets
because I knew it would be so hard to wash my skin
out of their fabric. He is like a two AM fire alarm, loud
and I must heave my body up and stumble down the stairs,
'it's too cold to stand outside with all these half-asleep students
at this time in a morning, will you let me back in?'
He makes it rain and my eyelashes do not make good window screen wipers
There's a boo
The Laughter of DucksThe Laughter of Ducks9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fisherman and son
catching nothing but minnows
and the laughter of ducks
Face of AdversityFace of Adversity9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Woke up this morning, felt like my head had been fried.
Looked at the clock, but the hands had been tied.
I was suddenly hit by a panic attack.
Had to grapple with the time that I had to claw back.
The delay was expensive, as I realised to my cost.
Had to fight with the sheets, but I knew that I had lost.
I ran down to the kitchen - there was no time to wait.
Tried to make-a toast , but there was no time to celebrate,
Wanted to have some cornflakes, but felt much iller
found a bullet in the box from the cereal killer.
Tried to light the gas , but I could see that it was lit.
Tried to put the kettle on , but it just didn't fit.
I was running out of time - I had to get dressed.
I had pushed myself down - no time to be depressed.
I tripped over myself, got into a raging fit.
Shouted at my foot , but I had to put a sock in it.
Finally got ready, I had made myself look neat.
Tried to dance into my shoes ,but I had two left feet.
Ran out to the car that I had especially hir
s i l e n c eSubsistent, independent lies rise from the surface of my storm's epicenter. Unspoken words can finally be said, inevitable silences can finally be broken, unbroken promises can finally be fulfilled.s i l e n c e4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Each little phoenix will bring me your letter because even when I am gone, I am still there. They cannot keep me away from you, can they?
Because Fate plays the cleverest game of bluff.
I have hurt them more than I thought they could take.
Selfishness feels worse than I thought it would.
Each pounding vessel, each adrenaline filled emotion, each baseless sorrow seeks refuge from pain and torment. Their journeys through the blistering sighs of self-inflicted dryness will only lead them to a state of self realization.
"It's going to end and you'll carry on in monotony."
Letters of Eloisa ring in my head.
Blank words of Abelard too. Blank promises of blank times. Blatant conversations with the devil himself. Shattered vows of eternity. Unused tissues of silent despair.
Why does it hurt
Life SpentMy eyes look upon the world,Life Spent7 years ago in Open More Like This
From the inside looking out,
On the outside looking in.
Myself my only companion.
A life spent.
A human doing.
An empty smile to show.
Afraid to live,
But not afraid to die.
When did I pass the exit?
And the pain lingers on.
In through the window,
I watch alone.
The revelers smile.
Rain on me.
A smiling eye turns
To spy my visage.
But looks beyond.
Oh to run and hide.
The images seem shallow and faint.
Pale beside the vision.
What is my legacy?
But chance inspiration.
My RO fanficMy RO fanfic11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I wiped the sweat off my weary brow, trudging along a beaten path.
Yes, I thought, today would be the day I slaughtered the monsterous Baphomet who killed everyone I loved, everything I had cherished.
I can still see his cruel hideous face, stained with the blood of my mother and father, his scythe dripping with the blood of my brother and sister,
at his feet the body of my lover.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I scream into the air, my anguish clawing into me. "ARGH!! ARGHHHHH!!" I yell some more.
People walking by stare at me. They don't know my heartwrenching pain! Damn those peasant fools!
I walk a little faster, my hand on my sword. Yes, once I was a great swordsmen.. but that didn't help me to save my family and my love.
I was away from my village when it happened... and...
No, no! I can't think any more of it. I MUST NOT THINK OF THE HORRIBLE PAIN!! I must only think of destroying that beastly.. beast!!
Finally, much later I came to the end of the path. I was at his castle.
waah waah i'm an emowaah waah i'm an emo11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why must i live on
my girlfriend dumped me
COME ON MICHELLE
I THOUGHT THOSE 2 WEEKS
MEANT SOMETHING TO YOU
I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME
BUT YOU JUST WANTED TO STEAL MY RETAINER
SO EVERYBODY WOULD LAUGH AT ME
AND MAKE ME CRY
i hate my parents
i told them
get me gum at walmart
cause i'm so sad about michelle
and they said
sorry, we forgot
YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME MOM AND DAD
I WANNA DIE
i lost my chucks
i'm so sad
now i won't look as emo and gay
as i did before
i think those poor kids across the street took them
the blue collar single parent family
they're not rich like me so i'm gonna be gay to them
they only make $50000 a year
why must my life be so hard
my house is too big
i wanna cry about it
it takes me a while to vacuum
which takes up my crying time
so i cry while i vacuum
but i hate it
cause i can't hear myself as good as i usually do
so i cry really loud and hurt my throat
Those were the daysI remember a time when life was joyful.Those were the days7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Friends were plentiful,
Family was life.
Skinned knees,broken arms
were fixed and forgotten.
Dates were given "the talk"
and tears were dried over lost loves.
Graduations attended with pride swollen hearts.
Marriages planned and provided with love.
Late-night trips to soothe pain,fear
and welcome grandchildren into the world.
Holidays celebrated with much food and love.
Work was hard,but always brought a smile.
I had become content with what I had
and planned to grow old with these joys.
Then I met some men with guns,
My life has never been the same.
All the things I looked to with joy,
Matter not to me.
My friends stopped calling,
My family stopped caring,
I want nothing more than
to be away from those who might hurt me.
Everyone is a suspect,
and going in public is almost impossible.
I am a shell of my former self.
I miss the joys in life.
But now I am afraid to reach for them.
Strange GrowthStrange Growth8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
after a day
the ploughed field has
a fine crop of seagulls
ForevermoreForevermore10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the horizon,
You are sailing,
All the while,
You are failing,
What you want,
A place to rest,
You are oppressed.
Have been crossed,
So look around,
You are lost,
Led by fears,
To the years.
It is there,
You cannot be,
They take away,
As your life,
Is their prey.
You live now,
A silent confession,
Of true beauty,
Cast into depression,
Still there is a way,
Out of this hell,
So unto darkness,
Do not dwell.
And come with me,
So that you may,
Be set free,
I have found,
Why you are afraid,
But a new future,
Shall be made.
I will not judge,
What you do,
I will love the person,
Inside of you,
And we shall not,
Be led astray,
Because this love,
Is here to stay.
All those tears,
All your fears,
There is nothing,
I won't do,
If I am not,
There with you.
If I'm lost,
And can't be found,
It won't last,
Things change around,
I will be back,
Here for you,
I will come back,
Three KissesThree KissesThree Kisses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He faced her...leaned to her...kissed her pink cheek.
He whispered..."I love you"...and walked through the door.
she turned away slowly...sad he was gone.
His head appeared quickly, he smiled from the entrance.
He blew her three kisses and told her to keep them.
She caught each one, fist squeezed tight...not going to drop them;
She placed them in her pocket.
She remembered the phone call...the soft voice that spoke,
"We're sorry he's gone...we'll make up for your loss."
Good time for a finish, good time for her end?
But...no, she felt nothing - her heart frozen shut.
The sofa was soft and she drifted asleep.
Dreams filled with madness, feelings escaped;
But when she awoke her feelings were inside,
Still confined to her sleep.
She walked in a daze and then realized with shock;
Her hand went to her pocket, found treasure.
A tear from her eyes-shut-tight rolled down her face,
She cried like a baby...she had found his last breath.
She withdrew the first kiss and pressed it sof
Forevermore - Original VersionForevermore - Original Version10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Traveling from place,
Nowhere is home,
Nothing is ever permanent.
No wonder nothing,
Seems to last forever,
Everything meets its end,
All that this world is made of,
Is change and the things that have been taken.
Parents don't trust,
Instead they punish,
And take away,
Showing no faith,
No remorse or help,
They oppress and depress,
The notions of being free,
They hold back life in its full glory,
Putting a nice wall up from the outside world,
By making the confines too small,
For a wild heart to find its pleasure,
For a free soul to stretch its wings.
I understand where you come from,
And I know why you are afraid,
But I will be different,
Because unlike others in your life,
I trust you completely and unconditionally,
I love you not for who you could be,
But for who you are as you are.
Nothing seems permanent,
But believe me when I say this,
Every time I seem to disappear,
I will be trying to come back to you,
Every time I am taken away,
poem IIit's our special workpoem II9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
written from experience
memories and secrets on paper
with tears of pain
draining us of emotion
they will remain forever
ashamed of my actions
the cuts unnecessary
my thoughts dark
and all about me
your vivid shadow watching over me
each time i cut
every time i bleed
feeding my fears
adding to my years of pain
keeping the wounds open
not letting them heal
drawing out the blood
slowly draining my life
I don't mind the pain
I'd do it all over again
I'd die for you
But that wasn't good enough
Nothing is ever good enough
i try everything
to keep you happy
but you ignore me,
turn away from me
caught in daydreams
My only sanctuary
Where you love me
Where you adore me
The place where you are mine
Only in dreams
Darkness is my friend
she hides me from the judgment
the hurt of other people
i am hidden
and i can dream
Of a better life
Of a brighter day
Of a happier me
Under her wings
one day i will leave
whether my choice or n
WeakWeakWeak10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I had the chance I would talk to you forever
If I had the chance I would tell you not to go
If I had the chance I would tell you that I love
That I love you…forever and for more.
One day my love will linger
One day you'll hear my prayer
One day you'll understand me
Understand that I am here.
Forgive me for not thinking
Forgive me for my words
Forgive me for forcing
Forcing that I must be heard
I didn't think I'd hurt you
I didn't think you'd cry
I didn't think you'd hate me
Hate me, yell and wished I died.
If I had kept my mouth shut
If I had never said a word
If I had never told you
Told you those three strong words.
Maybe my life would linger
Maybe my dreams would win
Maybe I would be stronger
Stronger than I am…
I am not strong enough to win
I am not bound to live
I am going to surrender
Surrender i.e Give in
Weak too weak to live
Weak too weak to love
Weak too weak to care now
Remember me my love...
Life is SpecialYou realise your life is not unplanned?Life is Special10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That when your parents went to bed,
They prayed for something heaven sent.
You came and made their world all joy,
Whether you were girl...or baby boy.
Think upon your life so far,
Riddled...perhaps; with tears and scars.
Remember that your grief will pass.
Life is special, live for us...
We are lost when you are gone;
Time will pass and we'll still mourn.
Your scars can heal...talk to us...
We want you happy...not feeling lost.
I am a rock for you to cling to;
I will stand strong...someone to sing to.
Life is special, all the same,
I'll hold you all...and hoard your pain.
If anyone who reads this thinks,
That I am joking and am not here.
I tell you now...I am your friend.
Someone for you to love; to ease your pain.
Send me anything you feel, what has happened;
To make you fall.
I can not bear to think of pain...my life has joy;
Yours should be the same...
-Since You Are Gone--Since You Are Gone-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I watch the rain as it drips off my fingers,
I feel no pain but still your memory lingers,
I guess everything's o.k.
I stand silent, waiting for the memories to fade,
My feelings run violent, I've never been so afraid,
Life gets colder every day.
Lost and alone in a world I never knew before,
I was growing older with you but you're not here anymore,
Into the darkness I fall and there I lay.
Curled in a corner, away from view,
I've lost all I had, all I had was you,
Without you my life will never be the same.
Thinking of you near me, I slowly drift to sleep,
My dreams are haunted by my fears, I start again to weep,
Every night I wake and scream out your name.
Since you are gone.
Fade to NoirFade to Noir12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demons entwining thoughts...
Times a Mortal enemy,
Shame was all she bought...
A Blade reflects the moonlight...
shame turns to self hate...
words, so haunting in her mind,
The Needle close, a love affair,
the choice was hers to make,
Just a shiv could give her peace...
As conciousness evades...
Exhausted, self realization...
Her Blade so safe within,
As the mirror of Truth Cracked suddenly,
Her Lifeforce was now Drained.
No more Recognition...
Just Loathing and disgust,
A body that Never mattered...
No longer Feeling Touch.
At Peace, The Cut straight up her arm,
Warm Blood her only Friend...
But she couldn't Fuckin Feel it,
A departing Soul would end.
As Demons danced upon her grave,
Looking down she saw his Face...
Familiar yet Distant, confusing...
Another Fatal mistake.
Rage consuming Darkness,
Hunger, Lust in Spades,
Darkness now consumed her...
Never to awake.
A distant bell was ringing...
Confused, the blood still warm,
She awoke to find i