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  Oct 2017 AngshumanChakravarty
Seema
The mark on my face
Isn't just a scar
I was battling a race
To become a star

Lacked my fitness
Lapsed with time
My coach a witness
It wasn't my crime

Laid back memories linger
My thoughtless goal
I lost my ring finger
While saving another soul

Got all attention as a star
Life full of joy and screams
As now living away and far
Within my deserted dreams...

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Hurt and lost and tired
Slowly I would let the dark
Take over my soul
Well, If you have cancer, I will be by at your side,
And, If you have gaping holes-
and you worry like a fool, you can tell them to me tonight,

I wouldn't care,
If you have a Burger,
and well, I might just take one bite from you,
If you're frightened enough, I
would be there, to lighten your life, it's true!

Trust me, If you're going to the world out there,
all alone,
I Would be wanting
to steam out all the trouble
with just a small tipsy fare,
If you're a pizza,
then I would be a stain of cheese on your shirt,
I would praise you
just before the rush of a ten thousand years flood.

Remember,
to breathe, and bake and branch out like a tree,
I can be the interest of your heart,
and I can bid goodbye
to the process,
of such a compounded misery.
Let us transfer some
pressure from the bottom of my brain,
Let us look like beauty
as they're seen in movies, my friend.
Let us wander
around the forest of doom and death,
Let us seek
the pleasure of easy money and fictional regrets!

Let us assume
that an iron gate might be able to die,
Let us attach
the gloss of hate and a humdrum in a dice,
Let us disdain fortune and-
be the serpent underneath,
Let us be like beautiful people,
as they're shown in movies,
in brief!
It’s there. The death of me
What I’ve been hiding is finally set free
Its the fact you didn’t pay attention, it was really old
But know you will hear how it was supposed to be told

Made it to my room , and there wasn’t light
I sit in on a bed  blinded by blight
I didn’t think that “it” was gonna be there
Until I look under the pillow and I wasn’t scared

Memories start with the good ones though
I start to smile,  as they went by slow
Until I seen the others, that made me still
I started to cry, and swallowed all of my pills

I picked “it” up, and placed the bullet in
I placed “it” underneath my chin
My finger is held onto the trigger
My heart starts racing and my brain felt bigger

The people here. Always called me a clown
Well who’s laughing now. * Click* *POW
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