mama must be amazed by the patterns sealed in her heirs
Playing is in their genes
yeah! champ fight over it. whose side I am hooting for??
Show is over, curtains are dragged down! meows
mama must be amazed by the patterns sealed in her heirs
Playing is in their genes
yeah! champ fight over it. whose side I am hooting for??
Show is over, curtains are dragged down! meows
1: Shall we draw a curtain?
2: nah! that look is enough
1: Am I scary? are you telling me that I look scary? huh?
2: No..No! I meant You act well. you are pretending to be scary. And we have scared her though.
1: Do you know what? you should stop an act like human. Do not flatter me. Once, they butter their innocence, you shall glide your blackey wings on the blues.
And the tarts continued to scatter
one, on the right corner
where, I had plucked up thorns
mustered up earthy lime
nailed down my own beat
if it drummed again
I swore to revive
but it sloped on the next corner
next, on the left corner
lights flickered upon
I can’t recall what is tucked up there
I can smell the leftover vows
stinking at its best
must fetch on the beat
and tally up within me
Almost obtuse sight
heard a right and left corner high fives
I pinned down luck on the palm
flipped it over leftovers
and I found my beat overlapped
within the ruins of thorns
I thought I puked it in trash
leaped under the skin
jolted down the thoughts
I’m still a partner with leftovers vows
because he says I stink
On the boxes of solemn lyrics
I need to halt that beating set
what if he hums my old la la la
and my beat slips out of the rhythm?
Next morning, I could pretend
doze off silently on his arm pillow
clutch the freaking heart with the palm
and bribe it for the smile that I saved the last night
Once, they accused me of the tragic ending
whether I have been through
But, Trust me, I am twist-teller
I can thrive your lies and retell on your best
Now, he knows of the metaphor
I have pickpocketed from his zipped drums
Oh! I must have been cautious
all those years where I dug and eclipsed it
Thus, he brags on my chin, lifting it
I can sniff on the breakfast that he just devoured
and I skipped for the saturated thumps I had
A while, on the crossed breath
I blame it on the air we exchanged
He chuckles on the reason I poured out,
If I Smile Like An Idiot, Will You Know It?
You got the new glasses from market
I heard from the whisper of the street
As I wait with my high heels on
She snaps a peck on yours of tons
As I heard from whisper of street
I cough hard in smoldering echoes
it pays me back
with a service charge
and a heart beat splaterrs
I’ve been deceived
though i borrowed
a stone from your heart
“His slanted eyes piercing into my new saggy coat, unlike your dad’s old hag coat” she prickled beneath his eyes “ those eyes, why do you have to inherit those eyes” she crippled into her tears.
He never thought the sight of his eyes being sliding down beneath her mother’s eye. He took a circular mirror “ do my eyes resemble my dad?” He could see those eyes sloping down a hill like he used to.
He mended up the flesh of the side ” Oh! its perfect”
She was still crippling on her nails and tears. So, he couldn’t pat on her back.
He packed back that fish into his trouser and ran back to straight lane. “ I should not take that sloping hills“. He stopped at a friends door and knocked it. As soon as he heard the noises made by latches he breathed in a voice ” Take this fish and give me your tape”
“I must not look like my dad”
“Huh? I can’t understand a thing. Anyways, this fish might serve our dine.”
He gave in the fish and ringed in the tape. He widened his grin, cutting off the length of tape and sticking upwardly each on side of eyes. His friend bombarded ingested air into his face ” wh-at have you done?”
“It does not matter how do I look but I must not look like my Dad.”
I wake up in between the woods. You are on the tree side. I think I ate half of the greens. Why I am on the woods who have stopped wearing green clothes? Do the woods response?
I need something that covers above my head. May be a roof tiled squarely, infinitely. But you are on a tree side. I know you would say ” On your birthday, I purposely didn’t piled up a cream and left the unfinished recipe out there. They said it was going to snow fall. I would love that snowy cream there”
“ But it was my birthday” I ate flour, egg and sugar that day while he waited for the sky.
And when it rains, it will shower us. I am having thoughts like you do.
We left our house because he decided to breathe in the natural canvas. In short, he is on the tree side. we were bare hand but he carried those woods along his way.
“ do you know? why I brought these woods?
I waved my head side to side
” Pluck those bushes off, I’ll make a tree for us. This wood and those bushes, I’ll clip it together”
“ you are trying to confiscate their homeland for stupid man made tree. can I even call it a tree? Are you even on a tree side?”
“My father must have been too old to get on the carousel.” He blabbered throughout the way. He picked up the pebbles on his shirt and on the open side of his trousers. ” I must make that old hag coat heavier so that Mom wouldn’t have any strength to dash it out. If I look like my dad, I must protect it”
He stopped at a sight where a man was standing between two buckets. ” If I could borrow that buckets, my old hag coat is rescued” A Man on his beard was setting a trap with a thousands of knots and the bucket was an end zone for the breathless fishes. “ oh! the little guy, do want these salvation on your hunger, pay me a bucks then”
“What is a bucks? Is it another form of buckets, where the fishes have been killed?”
“A bucks where a greed drools, a paper made bucks! Are you hiding there oh boy?”
” That one!” he screamed “ the one my friend brags about” He emptied his pocket and the pebbles showered out. “ I don’t even owe a cent. I am in need of that bucket. Two full buckets of pebbles and my mom would not get rid off of old hag coat”
” bucket, an old hag coat, mom” his beard stammered. ” Take a fish instead, boy”
He locked in that fish inside his pocket and ran off to the door, he slammed before.
she loves grilled fish. my dad used to bring grilled fishes for dinner. my nanny told me
” Mom! look what have I brought?” he raised the breathless fish higher and banged on the delicate roof.
She grinned and came closer to his son “ Choke me with a raw fish, will you?
“I am gonna grill it mom, you will love it”
” you are Continuing (Daily Post) to look like your dad”
“MOM! stop it. I’m tired of hearing the same words” he hiccuped his tears into the floor.
” Those same non guilty eyes I loathe the most” her nails prickled beneath his eyes
A potato on four axes does its morning push ups. I am keen to chop off the vertex and make it into octagon. Now I need to seize the geometry box of my brother. This way I can divide the equal radius through compass. Hence a diameter shines off from not even a squared potato and not even a octagon sized potato.
A small circular potato rolls off in the chopping board. Perhaps my family had boasted my culinary skills. They would be happy to see a perfectly circled potato. let those remaining ones are ignored.
A singular circular potato. I wonder if it serves the number of family at dine. I still wonder how would J shaped stomach rents out that potato I have slashed in circle?
I am blunt dead with a one circled potato still in front of chopping board
I know they will peel me off for vacant dine I chopped off
“My dad must have been bad” he slams his word and the door shut down. She takes a corner and rest in it.
He walks down the lane of an old man tale where he can find a clue of his old hag coat. An old man is in awe of smoke. The breeze softens and he whims ” Go away! I can’t tell you more. Damn! I can’t have a sight of you.”
“ Because I do paste around his face” He literally shivers on his knees.” you don’t know him and you can’t dare to blame me that i look like him“. he reddens and blues to the scream.
“You are a brat, aren’t you? I have a dare to announce that you look like your dad. I can make tales and whip that around thousand houses you have not known off. Shoo! Shoo! Bratty limp” He is in awe of smoke again.
He balls his hand and runs off to the playground. ” I am in a wrong place. They won’t let me off because I have none with me. My mom is with her nails and my Father- I don’t know?”
He looks at the Carousel (Daily prompt)
“ Do you want a ride kiddo? TICKET??”
He cloaks his tongue
” I loathe my job, Okay! whom are you with?”
“so, where is he”
He points at himself “They say I do resemble my father, Can’t I be a Dad for myself ?”
Comrades! Jab on the right, then to the left. Our Mom is Missing
I demand EXECUTE
Mom, enough with your ploy!
A white flag on our back
You have got that upper hand
Lord! they gonna cease my hidden place
where my patterns are laid
P.S: I adore my kids
Anyways, Toddlers are on their way to Mom Hive
Mom! screeched those ears
This cave is too small for you kiddos
I shall track my ploy on
This way, they can beat on tricksters
At the age of nine I had a schedule for Powerpuff girls, Dexter’s labaratory, Johnny bravo like a Boss.
Somehow, I plunged in for Dragon Balls. I would finish my homework and wait for it. ( well, I was a good student). I dreamed of accompanying Goku to fetch for seven dragon balls.
Until then, I didn’t knew what an anime meant. But I patrolled my cartoon elements and anime vibes very differently. I knew they were different.
Baka and test is my first subbed anime. Its hilarious and adorable at the same time. How can one be the ultimate baka ( an Idiot ) When he has only the half of the pennies, he demand to purchase the same half
of the blue stuffed toy.
No wonders why, an imagination ceases when attack on titan brings up an action. A giant figure disfiguring and gulping down the human creatures. That’s not fair
perhaps, Captain levi is on his way
A normal romance is like:
An anime reverse its magnet and showcase a complex romance, making it a lovely complex.
Otani struggles inferiority complex of height differences with his tall girlfriend. Riza successfully consoles him that they are no better without each other.
Tokyo Ghoul is an extremities of human horror. Kaneki was upright about compliance of ghoul parasite in humans. When both creatures have extreme desire on their existence, he can neither blame on both.
Even ghouls are super hot.
Before bidding goodbye my otaku! I have something to tell you about my anime crush. Do you wanna have a look at him. Wait.
well, don’t wait!
Name him below the comment box.
In real, these guys would be dreadful. Image a guy with colored hair and big eyes. so unreal but we still love them to the core.
Trim the bushes
My trees are way too high
For falling on your unlaced shoe
You won’t tie
I’ll lose my grip
You’ll cross too hard on that chip
I can’t stand and make a knot
Thus, my knees bow
And I do tangle your laces
Then you arch your grin
I loss on soil
My trees are way too high
While you extinct on trimmed bushes
I can’t figure you out on your smokes
“Mom! That old hag coat is protruding. Have you seen that?
Mom! Mamma! Mamma! Mom!” He lets out a big sigh
“Why do you resemble your Father” She adds another sigh and the entire house dance on the silence. She taps on the wooden floor, pokes the pocket of old hag coat.“Nothing” Temporary air escape immediately as it has been caught for trespassing.
“I thought you had choked the money on there. I was dreaming to be served at that fancy restaurant my friend brag about” He cries out the ceiling. ” Why don’t you clutch me and choke me to the death” She paints the wood with her nails
“I don’t have nail like yours” he watches the wood.
“Is that Possible?”
Mom! Let me grow my nails each months passes by. I’ll stitch the cents in there, on my nails and nudge that pocket with it. So, don’t throw my old hag. If I look like him, why don’t you owe me like you should. You loved Dad. Nanny told me
“Because, You look like your Dad” She rolled as tears on the peak of her nose
Heaps of Thanks! for the wonderful followers. TiTaNiUm – First to congratulate me for the 100 followers. He immunizes the wise stuff in his site. So, He is surely a Titanium.
I don’t mind if you add zeros behind or adore suffixes even in the numerical. If you procure a prefixes on market, I have a glue to adhere a foremost figures. Well, we have a solution for each.
I have saved up these eye-catchy feels somewhere in between the realms of internet. A small imagery present on your screen;;
Cheers! to 100
On that cloudy shower, you stuck lad
your shoe fell in love while your foot claps with mud
barefooted guy on a lane that’s never straight
I’m on the edge of jeans, please fall for me at the first sight
wooden bench, there you go
are you setting a date on umbrella tree
I need to suspend and roll over sitting knees
if he stands, I am dead spat on the brownies
Whoa! I must have incarnated as Olympic ace
now I’m lodging on your broad grace
I sniff on your grimace wrapped up in a hair
sweat perpendicular to the drops of rain
resembles a hiding cave at uninviting mass
Can I blow my breeze to shine you up?
Do not stood me up, I’ll fall mercilessly
oh! my back hurts.
and he has gone
swirling from bottom to top
Everybody doubt that
because I am a Pest ( Daily prompt)
Thank you! A Liker of Things for nominating me into unique Blogger award. Its my second nomination and I’m flying to the second floor 😀 I had always loved your musical ride from Coldplay to I was Forced to see Justin Bieber Live.
The rules are as follows:
And I have been asked for;
1.Who is your favorite author?
I am into classics. Nikolai Ostrovsky, a Russian Novelist made me fall for the protagonist Pavel Korchagin. I loved him all along my teens.
2. Would you rather be able to read minds, or control emotions?
I would rather choose reading minds. I know that most of us are trashed within negativity. If I had something to do with reading minds, I would enumerate the probability of positivity against negativity. I love Maths.
For emotion, feel free to cry and smile in between
3. What advice would you give a new blogger?
Be Patience. There is an admirer and stalker for your blogs.
Here’s my question for the nominees:
My nomination for the unique Blogger Award are as follows:
He is amazingly unique. He can write about anything, does not even spare the ping-pong ball.
When you check this blog, your conscious will hover around the intellects. Explore on the reincarnation, globalization, investment, euthanasia.
Watch her on you tube guys! you will love her. I have been on her blog party, drooling over the yummies she organizes.
Catch his writing on friendship. He is outstanding there.
Everything is here; gaming, wrestlers, poems, reviews
He has crafted his adventures in Finding myself S01. Grab all the episode before it’s too late
poems, poems and poems! Enriched with poems. leave the jewels and loot for the poems
Scratch your head and interpret the metaphors. Metaphors are like puzzle and he welcomes every reader for it.
Good day guys! I am anticipating your answers.
Have you ever paused your remote on movies of different aura? They have been a different faces, we do not note in our locals. So, they speak different. We do not understand. Those English subbed bold letters deviate their moves, dialect and diversities. I a kind of drawn to indifferent culture on-screen.
And I’m still careful with spoilers 🙂
Pedar ( An Iranian Movie)
A fourteen year boy is in trouble to accept his stepfather. However, the desert vows to end an obvious hate feelings of a boy towards his pedar (father).
An Iranian movie capture the artistic challenges to the heart. They are nonchalantly beautiful.
Issiz Adam (Turkish Movie:Alone)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Opposite attracts. Alper and Ada are enchantingly in love. Alper, a free-spirited guy feels himself chained in commitment.
It is a realistically whined movie beyond sacrifices, an anguish and mutual agreement that exist between beloved ones.
Machuca (Chilean movie)
Friendship between the two boys is experimented throughout the political fluctuation and class disparity.
Watch out this movie for innocence of the two boys being driven by political turbulence; how the affluent clothes proves the high-class and low-class among society.
The bicycle Thief ( Italian Movie)
Genre: Drama, Slice of life
A simplicity touches the heart. A complexities ploys with the mind.
It’s an black and white movie that pictures the fight of a poor father to secure his poor family through the Bicycle job. Unfortunately, it gets stolen amidst the cruel society. His son Bruno fidgets within the powerless father among the crowd.
Priceless (French Movie)
When you don’t have pennies left, seduce a well-off partners. In short, be a gold digger.
Priceless plots the two main character without any cent in their pockets and love fleeing and staying at their knees despite the gold they had dug.
“I walk fast” He stroked and striped his long legs on each small partition of pavement. “so, walk with me” he gazed at me. oh! I must run like National athlete. I ran with him. I must have lost our keys while hopping along him. our house were against us. We slept at the basement that night.
“I can’t sleep“He flipped the pages of walls again and again. So, we stalked the cockroaches that night. “I tried licensing for the cannon to shoot out their dynasty” I sniped at his back. His chuckling vibrated in the spine. I wish I could see his face. I am used to his cold beard.
Finally, I saw his beard hung down and his lips divorced within the vacant hallow. He hid me in his sweaty chest and bated;
I’ll earn a ton and gift you a cannon. Kill all those cockroaches for me
I nodded within his warmth.
Once my friend handed me a CD of Korean Drama Full House and warned to return it after 7 days. It was of 16 episode. How can i finish it by the next week?
And overnight I watched 6 episodes consecutively. I was hooked. other day, I would finish all the chores detained to me and watch for the remaining.I wanted to affix the mysteries of web around each episodes.Drama Marathon completed within the three days but I had no intention to give back it immediately. Unfortunately, my intention were revealed and no other choice stood up for me. Poor aleashaa!
Here are the seven list of romantic comedy Kdramas for this summer. It was really hard for me to choose exceptionally best among the best. yeah! I believe that some of the dramas have missed the list.
P.S- I’m careful of spoilers 🙂
7. Baby Face Beauty
Lee so young has baby face as luck enhancer. No one would believe her actual age. The world is harsh. They only hire young ones. The plot unfolds as 34 year old lee so young bangs on the fashion industry with fake identity and fall for 7 year younger Choi jin wook.
They are inevitably cute from jabbering couple to the acceptance that kiss from 7 year younger guy is valid
6. Dream High
Six dreamers end up getting admitted in the musical affiliated high school. They get entangled on their priorities, rivalries, inferiority intertwined between the amusing feelings.
You will never get to know the lead actor hitting the success bash of love till the final episode. Get yourself busy on guessing whom the rude girl may end up.
5. The Greatest love
Entertainment Industry are literally pro in directing the fake love stories among celebs. Dok ko jin, a renowned action star of Korea falls helplessly for infamous girl group member Gu Ae jung.
I am completely in awe of Dok Ko Jin. He savors the potatoes, struck with the line Ding dong, herbal tonic infected panty, and amusingly annoying signature on hand of Gu Ae jung and her scarf. Watch out his hilarious act
4. A Gentlemen’s Dignity
Four Men relish their friendship even in their forties. Age is just a number and they are not matured yet. They get stumble on their love life, crushed within the one sided love of Kim Do Jin; Baited life of Choi Yoon; Im Tae San dealing with his difficult girlfriend and binding trust issues between lee Jung Rok and his affluent wife.
You will unravel their friendship throughout the teens, how they stood for each other in good and bad times.
3. Jealousy Incarnate
What happens when a long term crush do not deviate those crush back all those years? In addition, that crush of Pyo Na Ri is an arrogant brat. On that surplus again, lee Hwa Shin who is an arrogant brat has his best friend Go Jung Won romantically interested in Pyo Na Ri. This changes the entire scenario of the crush feeling getting crushed.
Hoot for either self conceited Hwa Shin or the Perfect guy Jung Won. Jealousy is on its own way.
2. My girlfriend is a Gumiho
Rumor has it; Gumiho aka nine tailed fox resides as a parasite in Human liver. Is it true? On 21st century, she is mostly fond of beef, chicken and fizzy soda, while Cha Dae Woong has guarded his human body in mentally metal suit. Mi ho and Dae Woong travels along the mythical journey of love.
“Hoi Hoi” This technical line started the companionship between two of them. Our Mi ho is unprecedentedly attracting as a fox, hovering around the meaty stuff. She deliberately drools for the single cow in an episode.
1 Full House
A contract marriage is a nightmare for Han Ji Eun who lost her house to bratty prince of celebrities Lee Young Jae. she has to work as a maid in her own house while she had lived a messy life along. Love brew as they wrestle their unconventional contrast.
Han Ji Eun is quite familiar with the Nursery rhymes ” three bear song” and Lee young jae is an ace in picking her names likewise chicken, cuckoo, pressure cooker. Aww I love them so much.
He asks for the extra sugar. Does he want to retaliate the taste of chocolate? I can’t wrap a pebble and give to him. It is not to be domed to crush within the taste buds. They are sensitive, tend to burnt while mushing the other tongues. So, he does not smile after kiss.
once we took a corner with tables and chair. we were on table and cups on the plastic wooden chair. hence, taints are not apprehensive towards plastics. But the bills were high on the messed up plastics. he was waiting outside, shades and those puffs, while I thinking about the plastic if it could choke that smoke out. He says visions are blurred till the smoke shakes on the way we are heading to.
on the fifth day, i am enough with the crap of yours. I would rather have a crab on dine. Why won’t you order it for us? I am sure that it do not have any tentacles to clutch us right there beneath the silver moon. We never talked, flew along the glasses. our glasses complained the other glasses. so, we live in a wooden house.
Winter nights and swollen Christmas. he is nailing the blanket on a snow. I got a hammer to pin that nail down the roots. That was the first time he laughed along me. He asked me to play his favorite songs.
call it magic
call it true
I call it magic
when I’m with you
and I just got broken
broken into two
still I call it magic
Suddenly he paused it, looked at the hammer and bawled if it could break me into two and call it magic. I changed the playlist
oh angel sent from up above
you know you make my world light up
When I was down, when I was Hurt
you came to lift me up
Now here is an act:
He blows the stairs into the uncountable. He falls off and cripples to the Terrace, looks up. I certainly knew the angels in his eyes. perhaps Snow could make up to the white angel. I am out of his door, loosening the nails of blanket. I am not used to cold like he is.
They say “I’ll be a small hope till the moon shows up“
Small stones are completely colored by the water while the giant stones are partially colored. sometimes, They ask the cloud whom do they prefer. So does, the clouds dissipate. They won’t have to respond that way.
And the giant ones arch its back on sun, drop its shadow to the water. They want every heap of clouds to notice them.
They grow old as the clouds gets immersed within the blues. So, we travel to say them “beautiful“
Aww! these little champs always success to bash out my background story of that stones and clouds.
Branches had been so good to us, waving the dusk, alarming the home relief we must attain
one for the champ!
two for the champ!
And we three on the roll. the fourth one is behind the camera!
We didn’t get to have fish on dinner that day , fishes were too smart to get trapped in that loophole basket..
she could surely have poison apple
a gift from crazy huddle
but never a wandering prince to kiss
None saves life for priceless bliss
she doesn’t own a single coin
all she worth was a frozen dream
you let my eyes locked
keys got hidden
would I lose my sight forever
if I leaned on yr shoulder
phenomenon of blind trust
is still I’m letting not burst
the moment halted
my stare converged on you
even pumping heart skipped a beat
as if sliding the slope
Everything they derived
was theory scientifically proved
The symptoms I was revealing
and caution I kept on doubting
my heart was on fire
when he turned back holding hands with electric wire
yes their theory was true
rushing call for firefighter
water couldn’t extinguish
beats were vanished
anguish was gone
fleshed cardio that breathed in me
turnd ashes – all I could see
if only their theory didn’t bear limitations
firefighters could put out the flames
but they couldn’t freeze my heart
firefighters couldn’t freeze my heart……
lean on your broads, shirts on sleeves
breathe the smoke, mounting on the walls
then, comes off the ceiling and
your laugh falls off
banging on the marbles
I’ll walk on my heels
sure, I trip over your sleeve
straight face I pull off on a chair with you
still, your smoke rolls off down
I lean on your broads
An amphibian laying its dynasty on the grip of each flow it bounce
On the corner, beheaded trunk I support
he kiss the trigger
bulletproof jackets,sorry I don’t have pennies left
Have you heard of naked pocket that i own?
a second and he will drill my brain
no leaves but his flower are spiky
once I was a captive for either of his petals or sepals
so, he axed my tree, a beheaded trunk I support
I wonder if he has a bullets
yesterday, the toast cracked on silent morning
Today, I emptied his bills on bullets
so, I still wonder if he knows he has bullets
drop your gun! Drop your gun! I smile as I say
you are holding on lifeless breathe I secured..
may be, Not a glasses of gigantic mouth
what if, it gulp the entire insobriety itself
for its own tale of non living breath
and a thwarted kiss to alluring lips
this way i cannot dodge a tramp ego
trespassed when i was feeding tender heart of mine
On, the white lane
no horns could blow them
no, breeze could knock to set foot in
its a white lane
a white- dream chasing reality
his tie tucked up like a gentlemen
and his heart flipping downhill
the one that she gave him
slipped and drowned
she swigged in his mood swings
she took a sip of his scalding ignorance
then she slashed the purity
but treasured the chains most
and the stereo licensed
“if i had heart like him, i would never
fell for a wrong man”
Tiptoe on the sharpness of cliff
she must had balded top of her head
her hands mechanized on titanic fetish
embracing the endangered fear of own
if only, she keened for a handshake
shying away from edge
That’s what the normal spoke
tiptoe on the sharpness of cliff
she fathomed out divorce between
the blue and muddy acres,
her hands dignified her as an only option
to vote for:
a glass on a raise
insobriety on pour down
that’s what a normal do,
tiptoe on the sharpness of cliff
Be seated in the logs of conference
you being played on a B-side
plugs magnetized to static
how I’m supposed to save our playlist,
the backs, we both love
the breeze,we both breathe
and the trembling polar trees
raining out the old leaves
Be seated in the logs of conference
Am played on a A-side
plugs magnetized to woods
how I’m supposed to create our playlist
the north and south repel
the air seducing round woods,we captivate within
and the old leaves falls off
from your ripped jeans
as we walked on polars,,
would we ever..
Be seated in the logs of conference?
and the woods wonders and wanders….
la la la
Down the meadow,dozing off
like a breeze drifting away clouds
for painting blue
i wonder, your eyelashes must had been this long
when you kissed..
with a iron veins,holding mine
your cushioned bosom,I could sob
everything that’s moving,dribble down my tears
your spiky hair, that’s actually soft
when on guard or in slumber
You make me hum la la la….
©September 2014 aleashaa
I’m a Naked pocket,
how could I wish for pennies to live in
when it bided at fancy restaurant
but..he managed to trap its bareness
and the girl in disguise fell over
waited for a day
embellished with a needle and thread
he should love for what I’m
its a quote I often see
when I scroll the facebook wall
Finally, I’m with a premium guy penny
the one who boast the most
he mocked me for a poor dress up
I’m a naked pocket,what could I do else
I loved him for what he was
I loved his exaggerated dignity
and he offered me a condition to owe him
cause he is a pricey brat I’m in lv with
yes he is a pricey brat lending ours bill for pay
I’m a naked pocket, I could not tell him thrice
how would I tell him that
I need to be with u for a pocket to be fulled
he is a pricey brat,banged the table, left for my poverty
I’m still a naked pocket
©November 2014 aleashaa
like a bunch of inevitable bush
a cholesterol lying on heart
and its simple trot
drenching eyes with tear
once i tried
to wed tear with palate
around the feelings
taste buds priest went numb
as anguish appeared in bouquet
the one who sucked alkaline
dared to mark its presence
and tastelessness applauded
©2014 September Aleashaa
The corner, where she resides, one wooden block to complete the triangle and she disappears. There she is, embellished in muddy attire and her invisible gladiator. Visible ones never sneak the corner but are indulged in their own inaugurated marathon. Protruding Belly manage to ask in growls amidst the chirping rock of insensitivity.
The corner, that support her spine and a one sided sweater in foggy dawn. Wooden block is the malware software installed by ignorant eyes. The triangle is incomplete. However, her hands conceal frozenness between bosom and upright legs. She lifts her face high; the story yet to be told.
©November 2015 Aleashaa
I am turning on heat
lavishing pan with oil
cracking the ego
frying the sun and cloud
that made us sweat and wet
they come for ramp in sky
veggies for embroidery
the green that suits you
adding a taste
we need in igniting our love
finally serving on plate
hope it would satisfy your palate
On a queue, I wonder if else drum the circulation
I could still love his prickling beard
Now the lane connects closer to the flames
Hence, the peak of my feet nail trips on him
He is on the pools of snow, while I shall bribe the sun
His smile butter me up on an oil
It taste numb yet too complete
It’s his hand stirring the selfless drools
I thought I’m breathing in soils of his arms
How does that ruins of skeleton trap carelessness?
I wished If I had disowned frying pan, oil and that flame.
“Do not growl” She snaps at her protruding belly. “How cruel an empty pocket can be? It can’t even weight a petty cent and drools over a loaf of bread.”
” I wish I could feed her” She smirks at her torn pocket. “oh! how poor it could be? Can’t even bothered to be empty like me, like her?”
” How can that person have a tons of cash? he has a credit card too. I can’t take it away and run. I don’t have shoe + my feet is on a peak of blisters. I can’t take it away and whistle like nothing happened. They will point out on my shabby make up I’m putting on. what shall I do? she is freaking out more than me” She caresses the belly.
“wait, I have a magnet. It pulls in the thing I’m staring at- his money, a loaf of bread.”
Suddenly her hand loses the grip and the magnet drops in.
” No magnet doesn’t attract such flashy things. Such an idiot I’m. He taught me about the Magnet, magnetic Field that day. That day when I crumpled the bed sheets while he enjoyed the singular feast I resisted. They said it should be beautiful. But it was not. it was not..”
She cries her dirt off
” Everything that’s unusual, he comes off with my grave in”
she sets her foot in and crumples the magnet.
“I need to feed her”