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Million thorns piercing through my skin,
Pain and hatred that's never been seen.
Every tear a thin sharp blade,
Ripping apart hopes and dreams.
Sounds of laughter turning into ashes,
Faith's unchained, lost in the wilderness.
Fears the prey hiding in our own shadows,
Waiting for my soul to crack and fracture.
You ask me if I'm okay,
Those three words I hear so much.
I know my response,
I know it so well.

“Are you okay”...
“How are you”...
I think, “No, I'm not okay“...

Inside I'm screaming,
Inside,
The tears only I know of need to fall .

I want you to know how,
There's hell and vicious circles,
Inside of me.

Though I've promised myself all life,
Never to lie.
Yet there I stand,
I look at you,
And feel the mask build strong in front of me.

“I'm okay, Yes. I'm fine”...
Humans are the scariest wraths,
They rip your souls of love,
They tear at your minds,
To the brink of sanity.

As human,
Without evidence we can never trust...
The intelligent knows,
The innocent misses.

We are born in innocence...
Stark naked, fragile, vulnerable...
To the infectious world...

Some people grow out of it,
They are polished to become like all others.
We don't.

Our blood soon all tainted,
Our love melt into vengeance,
Our soul, lost, numb, broken...
 May 2013
Marian
Part II

Glass from the broken windows lies upon the floor
From somewhere there's the sound of a creaking door
Cracked wallpaper covered in dust
Silver trays that once held perfume now has turned to rust

Dusty books with yellowed pages
Have been sitting on those shelves for ages
Never to be read again
In the oil lamp's glow so cheerful and dim

Cracked paintings in dusty frames
Nothing here will ever be the same
Strange bygone memories fill the air
And all I can do is stare

And think back to when this house was pretty
And everything was charming and whitty
And of when somebody played the piano
And who used to fill the vase with flowers from the meadow


~Marian~
 May 2013
Marian
Part I

No can opener runs to hurry kittens to their meal
No more broken hearts to heal
They shall ne'er again pounce on a mouse
Or climb upon the roof on top of the house

No more kittens shall again sing
No more shall the macaws fly upon their colourful wings
No more shall they sing and cry
For they all here did die

Vines and bushes twist around the house
From inside there's the sound of a mouse
They bit what paper was there
Dust and cobwebs cover that chair

The vase that was once full of flowers now lies shattered
The stained curtains at the windows are tattered
The piano keys will never play those hymns again
Silence. . . And the wind



~Marian~
 May 2013
MoMo
The evergreen is burning again
the ashes transcending up into tree heaven
or tree hell,
in other words the fireplace
painted up in festive Christmas colors,
not including the My Chemical Romance posters
singing on the walls.
The only decision left for her to make
is whether or not to let the house burn down.
 May 2013
MoMo
i am
three days past
an expiration date
already lost
more than just
the starlighting
seven shades darker
than your ethereal silence
and two missing persons
reports, more than your four
 May 2013
Md HUDA
In Inferno, in a lurid inferno, smell of the dead bodies
Extreme lustful, famished, ferocious, poisonous worms are in a procession of merriments.
Swarthy, in grave swarthy, a sightless life, listening only lamentation
Coming, someone is coming towards me to help but no intention.
Having seen the face of light very little light, Brother, listen to me, “we are two souls in one.”
I see death through the death “Will you save my son?”
                          
“ Oh Mom, why are you lamenting? Why are you smacking your heart? I feel pain for that
May I get a few drops of water? I will not beg yours milk, I am not frightened by death.
From an Inferno I have witnessed another inferno
Swimming in the ocean of blood instead of crying, I am the bravado.
See mom- no tears in my eyes; get up mom to see your child’s face
You came alone? I can’t find my father’s face in this death’s race.
I will sleep mom, I will see the world through my death
In the eternal world I will call you “Mom” this is my eternal oath.
In Bangladesh an 8 storied building collapsed and more than 4 thousand people were working in that building. Thousand people died and 2500 were saved. A mother died while she was giving birth of a child in that inferno. Before the child could see his mother he died as well.
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
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