*LAST RESORT.*
Rescue me not
For I had not asked for a hand
Since you never offered it
Offered it when I needed it.
Throw me a straw not
For clutching at it I won't
Drowning at free will I'm
Dive in en I'll drag you deep down with me!
Why hold my hand now?
Why hold it after all hope is lost?
Why hold it while being lifeless is my last choice?
Let go, for the beckoning of my ancestors awaits!
Show me light not
For I'm a bat
Death havours around me
While the angel of death is ready to slay me!
*ยฉยฎMylistic Master Pen ๐๐ฐ๐ช*
Rescue me not
For I had not asked for a hand
Since you never offered it
Offered it when I needed it.
Throw me a straw not
For clutching at it I won't
Drowning at free will I'm
Dive in en I'll drag you deep down with me!
Why hold my hand now?
Why hold it after all hope is lost?
Why hold it while being lifeless is my last choice?
Let go, for the beckoning of my ancestors awaits!
Show me light not
For I'm a bat
Death havours around me
While the angel of death is ready to slay me!
*ยฉยฎMylistic Master Pen ๐๐ฐ๐ช*
Poetess Somdatta Mitra
Country : India
Dated : 16.05.2024.
Title: *A PAINTING THAT I LONGED TO COLOUR.*
Several colours tempt me in a conundrum ,
A painting that I longed to emblem.
Imaginations floated and feelings surged to create ,
An incredible thought that floated in my mind.
Yes , a picture of a woman who explores her dignity ,
Who has been a victim of several conflagrations .
Nature surrounds her as her mother,
Voices stupefy the world with her bold decisions.
She enamoured peace and divinity ,
She embraced all with a generosity.
Scorns have pricked her heart like thorns ,
Intentional discouragements have penetrated her soul like storms.
Her smile and courage never effaced her determination,
Colours of righteousness adorn her firmness.
Tolerance and consistent hope have fuelled her spirit ,
As I blend red and blue to make purple for her conflicts.
I mixed yellow and red to get amber ,
The nature welcomes with wide open arms.
Brightened eyes that speak thousands of speeches ,
Are coloured with black and tinge of brown in the eyelashes.
She is fearless and indomitable ,
I gratiate her with some black hairs to adorn her beauty .
Her wings give us the impression of a phoenix ,
As she rises above her level of integrity.
That righteousness and honesty is a good virtue ,
Orange and grey could manoeuvre her polite gestures.
My brushes touched that delicate strokes ,
Over the face and enlightened her dazzling countenance.
Ravishing , bedazzled and awe inspiring ,
She bedecked the painting as deserving an admiration .
ยฉยฎ *Somdatta Mitra*
ยฉCopyright All Rights Reserved
Country : India
Dated : 16.05.2024.
Title: *A PAINTING THAT I LONGED TO COLOUR.*
Several colours tempt me in a conundrum ,
A painting that I longed to emblem.
Imaginations floated and feelings surged to create ,
An incredible thought that floated in my mind.
Yes , a picture of a woman who explores her dignity ,
Who has been a victim of several conflagrations .
Nature surrounds her as her mother,
Voices stupefy the world with her bold decisions.
She enamoured peace and divinity ,
She embraced all with a generosity.
Scorns have pricked her heart like thorns ,
Intentional discouragements have penetrated her soul like storms.
Her smile and courage never effaced her determination,
Colours of righteousness adorn her firmness.
Tolerance and consistent hope have fuelled her spirit ,
As I blend red and blue to make purple for her conflicts.
I mixed yellow and red to get amber ,
The nature welcomes with wide open arms.
Brightened eyes that speak thousands of speeches ,
Are coloured with black and tinge of brown in the eyelashes.
She is fearless and indomitable ,
I gratiate her with some black hairs to adorn her beauty .
Her wings give us the impression of a phoenix ,
As she rises above her level of integrity.
That righteousness and honesty is a good virtue ,
Orange and grey could manoeuvre her polite gestures.
My brushes touched that delicate strokes ,
Over the face and enlightened her dazzling countenance.
Ravishing , bedazzled and awe inspiring ,
She bedecked the painting as deserving an admiration .
ยฉยฎ *Somdatta Mitra*
ยฉCopyright All Rights Reserved
*FIERY LOve..โช*
Fiery love without any figment of fury..
Hurry, the blazing saddles; calming...
A practice today, works, perfection tomorrow..
We're the products of love, the end game of lovin'...
Lovin' dew, why so unlucky of a due..
Soul errand, displacing the solace of chaos...
Merry merriments meant, let's meet at the twilight of ecstasy..
Grief of many sorrows โ gone, gone and never to return..
It's our turn for a turnover โ let love be still and peace be installed; perpetually...
Aye!
.
*ยฉ๏ธTheophy IP*
Fiery love without any figment of fury..
Hurry, the blazing saddles; calming...
A practice today, works, perfection tomorrow..
We're the products of love, the end game of lovin'...
Lovin' dew, why so unlucky of a due..
Soul errand, displacing the solace of chaos...
Merry merriments meant, let's meet at the twilight of ecstasy..
Grief of many sorrows โ gone, gone and never to return..
It's our turn for a turnover โ let love be still and peace be installed; perpetually...
Aye!
.
*ยฉ๏ธTheophy IP*
*The end*
From whence ye hath begun, thou shall see an end,
By the lesser hand of thy squire, ye beggeth,
For a life unworthy of reason, only beyond retribution,
The end cometh by blade, sharp and quick.
From whence ye hath cursed the elven blood, hot.
In the crookedness of thy greed and grasp of gold,
Why do you look up, Oh ye, of unrighteous resentment,
Shall you call upon a Lazarus, I pray thee well.
From the beginnings, the end sprouteth,
With intent filled wills and thickness of the air,
Why art thy knees on the trepid ground,
Ye that beareth feet of judicious soles.
Doth thine own virtues abhor such humility of man,
As ye lay arms on Gods with blades and archers,
Wherefore dost thy stupidity persist?
The tears of a crocodile, today beareth blood.
Oh ye of golden hair and saliva of silver,
The end beckons, and how faireth ther, ye rag of gold,
The end draws hither by the squire's unworthy palms,
By the blade and not the arrow, thou shalt perish.
Mr. Melusi Steyn
LibraryWrites
From whence ye hath begun, thou shall see an end,
By the lesser hand of thy squire, ye beggeth,
For a life unworthy of reason, only beyond retribution,
The end cometh by blade, sharp and quick.
From whence ye hath cursed the elven blood, hot.
In the crookedness of thy greed and grasp of gold,
Why do you look up, Oh ye, of unrighteous resentment,
Shall you call upon a Lazarus, I pray thee well.
From the beginnings, the end sprouteth,
With intent filled wills and thickness of the air,
Why art thy knees on the trepid ground,
Ye that beareth feet of judicious soles.
Doth thine own virtues abhor such humility of man,
As ye lay arms on Gods with blades and archers,
Wherefore dost thy stupidity persist?
The tears of a crocodile, today beareth blood.
Oh ye of golden hair and saliva of silver,
The end beckons, and how faireth ther, ye rag of gold,
The end draws hither by the squire's unworthy palms,
By the blade and not the arrow, thou shalt perish.
Mr. Melusi Steyn
LibraryWrites
Man bought a Goat at 60k
He sold it at 70k, He bought it again at 80k
Later sold it at 90k.
How much profit did he make
He sold it at 70k, He bought it again at 80k
Later sold it at 90k.
How much profit did he make
*Ego murdered our love*
I wanted to be the one to ease your pain
You ended up bleeding on me instead,
I drowned in your filthy blood,
Every part of my soul was stained,
I still tried to save you whilst my flesh burnt,
Scared that the love between would grow faint,
I tried to save "us",
But ego murdered our love and i buried pieces of my heart in poetry,
It's hard to forget you with all these scars.
She is trying to ease my pain,
The pain she never caused,
It's unfair how she is trying to wipe your blood off me,
Trying to make me forget you ever existed,
She knows I will never love her the way I love you.
chipfikovongai .
I wanted to be the one to ease your pain
You ended up bleeding on me instead,
I drowned in your filthy blood,
Every part of my soul was stained,
I still tried to save you whilst my flesh burnt,
Scared that the love between would grow faint,
I tried to save "us",
But ego murdered our love and i buried pieces of my heart in poetry,
It's hard to forget you with all these scars.
She is trying to ease my pain,
The pain she never caused,
It's unfair how she is trying to wipe your blood off me,
Trying to make me forget you ever existed,
She knows I will never love her the way I love you.
chipfikovongai .
Forwarded from Smart Button
*Abyss*
Your eyes are an abyss of butterflies; butterflies that feed off my blood
Who knew love could make me this numb?
There is no one to save me as i fall
She lured me with her beauty
I traded my soul for pleasure
Who knew what was buried under that innocent smile?
chipfikovongai
Your eyes are an abyss of butterflies; butterflies that feed off my blood
Who knew love could make me this numb?
There is no one to save me as i fall
She lured me with her beauty
I traded my soul for pleasure
Who knew what was buried under that innocent smile?
chipfikovongai
Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐?
I don't know what happened to me,
It's all very weird, so strange to see,
My heartbeat races, quick and free,
A chill engulfs, holds tight to me.
Each pulse within, a bullet's force,
Coursing through a frenzied course,
Unusual fear, its grip so coarse,
An unseen threat, a silent source.
I feel like something dear will go,
A loss impending, sorrow's flow,
A voice within whispers low,
To leave it all, surrender so.
The darkness calls, its lure is strong,
An eerie song, a sirenโs throng,
To pull me from where I belong,
To something distant, something wrong.
This fear, it binds, it chains my soul,
To depths unknown, a shadowed goal,
It whispers secrets, takes its toll,
A void within, a gaping hole.
The coldness wraps around my heart,
Tears my world, rips it apart,
From all I love, it makes me part,
A poison dart, a painful start.
What is this force, this silent thief,
That fills my nights with endless grief,
My mind it clouds, beyond belief,
A haunted house, with no relief.
The shadows deepen, thoughts collide,
Emotions swell, a rising tide,
In darkness, there is no place to hide,
From fear's embrace, I'm pulled inside.
The heartbeat pounds, a drum of dread,
Echoes loud inside my head,
A phantom's touch, a feeling dead,
To what is real, I'm slowly led.
A specter calls me to its game,
To lose myself, forsake my name,
To be a puppet in its claim,
A hollow shell, consumed by shame.
Yet still I fight, with weakening might,
Against this force, this endless night,
To hold on tight to hope's faint light,
To find my way, to end this plight.
But the voice persists, it never fades,
A ghostly chant, in twilight shades,
In every pulse, it deeply wades,
To drag me down, where sorrow parades.
I don't know what's to come of this,
A deadly dance, a serpent's hiss,
A battle fought in dark abyss,
With every breath, I feel amiss.
The fear it grows, a shadow cast,
Upon my soul, a spell is fast,
To bind me to this haunting past,
Where peace is gone, and fears are vast.
Each moment feels a lifetime's weight,
As terror shapes my fragile state,
I stand alone at fate's dark gate,
Unsure of what will be my fate.
It's just it, it, it, no more to tell,
A silent scream, a muted yell,
In this strange, consuming spell,
In this dark and endless hell.
~ ร@$hh.....
It's all very weird, so strange to see,
My heartbeat races, quick and free,
A chill engulfs, holds tight to me.
Each pulse within, a bullet's force,
Coursing through a frenzied course,
Unusual fear, its grip so coarse,
An unseen threat, a silent source.
I feel like something dear will go,
A loss impending, sorrow's flow,
A voice within whispers low,
To leave it all, surrender so.
The darkness calls, its lure is strong,
An eerie song, a sirenโs throng,
To pull me from where I belong,
To something distant, something wrong.
This fear, it binds, it chains my soul,
To depths unknown, a shadowed goal,
It whispers secrets, takes its toll,
A void within, a gaping hole.
The coldness wraps around my heart,
Tears my world, rips it apart,
From all I love, it makes me part,
A poison dart, a painful start.
What is this force, this silent thief,
That fills my nights with endless grief,
My mind it clouds, beyond belief,
A haunted house, with no relief.
The shadows deepen, thoughts collide,
Emotions swell, a rising tide,
In darkness, there is no place to hide,
From fear's embrace, I'm pulled inside.
The heartbeat pounds, a drum of dread,
Echoes loud inside my head,
A phantom's touch, a feeling dead,
To what is real, I'm slowly led.
A specter calls me to its game,
To lose myself, forsake my name,
To be a puppet in its claim,
A hollow shell, consumed by shame.
Yet still I fight, with weakening might,
Against this force, this endless night,
To hold on tight to hope's faint light,
To find my way, to end this plight.
But the voice persists, it never fades,
A ghostly chant, in twilight shades,
In every pulse, it deeply wades,
To drag me down, where sorrow parades.
I don't know what's to come of this,
A deadly dance, a serpent's hiss,
A battle fought in dark abyss,
With every breath, I feel amiss.
The fear it grows, a shadow cast,
Upon my soul, a spell is fast,
To bind me to this haunting past,
Where peace is gone, and fears are vast.
Each moment feels a lifetime's weight,
As terror shapes my fragile state,
I stand alone at fate's dark gate,
Unsure of what will be my fate.
It's just it, it, it, no more to tell,
A silent scream, a muted yell,
In this strange, consuming spell,
In this dark and endless hell.
~ ร@$hh.....
Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐ฌ Who are you?
Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐?