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She paints a lovely picture
But this art work has a twist
The paint brush is a razor
And the canvas is her wrist
 Jan 2015 shawan sharma azad
Riot
forget the one that gave you life
because santa gives x-box
It's Christmas Eve
and everyone around me is happy and smiling
wondering what they are getting
hoping its something they would like
something sweet
while the only thing i have ever wanted i wont get
I will never get my family back
and the fact i have to spend christmas with these people
aches me
It's Christmas freaking eve
and I'm still not smiling
life freaking hates me
Dont leave me here
wont you listen to me?
Why dont you care
do you even think
you lied
but i forgave you
what more do you want from me?
I'm trying my best to show you that i love you
but thats not what you think
please
stop ignoring me
wont you listen to the words i speak
I forgive you
realize it and come talk to me
*please
She was pretty
and by pretty i don't mean like the anorexic models on magazines
or the copy cat girls we see in the New York city streets
just waiting to find a guy to sell there body
no
she was beautiful
and her inside light grew brighter than the outside one
her personality brighter than the sun
so just by instinct
i tried to put it out
make her like everyone else
I'm the villain in this story
yet all she did was try and get me help
so I lied
so she wouldn't help the real me
now the real me
i don't know who that is
no one has ever met her
I've seen it a few times
I cant tell whats actually me
and which personality trait I made up for people to see
lies are all that is left of me
and I want to explain this to the girl with the shining light
but all she would do is scream
because i tried to torch her light
but just like a candle
it wont stop flickering
I can't help but cry when a baby cries for her mom as though she could make things alright again. It reminds me of my mom when she cried for grandma in her sleep to take away the pain of her terminal illness but all I could do was watch.
Not as much a poem as a confession
 Jan 2015 shawan sharma azad
ryn

       you
               secretly
                       wishing, for
                              your writes to be
                                noticed•simple sign
                             that they have not been
                          missed•with every view
                     and every like•your popu-
               larity does spike•somewhat
          places your art on the poetry
      map•between major players,     
  you close the gap•constantly      
checking to see  who's been              
reading•you're always deli-               
ghted to see the 'yellow                      
lightning'
•a wish...                            
    for those who                             
     are writ-                    
ing      

secretly hope not only for your words to be
reaching far and wide, but also... trending
* the above does not apply to everyone here.
 Jan 2015 shawan sharma azad
Riot
it's been a long year
it'll all be different now
to all who made a change
come up and take a bow
but for the rest of us
maybe this time
it's a new year
don't stay behind
don't change who you are
but don't stay the same
be the person you always wished you could claim
 Jan 2015 shawan sharma azad
Riot
have you ever seen a demon?

their eyes fill with hatred
but they act like saints around other people who don't know them
and i pretend not to see the demon
that has tortured me since i was seven
because they say it's against the bible not to love him

this very dark
thing
that hurts my sister and not me
if she would just keep her mouth shut
we would all be happy

and as it looks into my eyes
and decides to spear me
i wait for him to look away
take a deep breathe
and remind myself
"that's not a demon
that's daddy"
 Jan 2015 shawan sharma azad
Riot
i’m sorry for the pain i cause
but i swear it’s not my fault
i fear that myself
and all I've taught
might not be worth the mistakes I've bought
maybe if i tear the skin
i can keep myself from caving in
long enough to save the world
that we all dare to live in
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