Story Land

LOVE

2018-12-21T06:28:00.001-08:00

Love that never ends

Love that never leaves

Love that glows at night

Love that hugs so tight

Love that blooms like flower

Love that can't be described in an hour

Love that came from the heaven

Love that God has given

Love that none can break

Love that is so great

Love that can describe us

Love that can describe you

Love that blooms in you

Love that has a wonderful view

All I want to say you is I LOVE YOU

Love is great,love is life,love is everything.Love is what everyone needs. Keep that in heart,keep that in soul.Learn to love.

What's the return gift of love?Answer is love.

Always keep me in your heart.

I LOVE YOU...

—Rafid Rohan—

"I SLEEP ON"

2018-10-26T21:54:00.001-07:00

I sleep on and dream about your beauty

When I close tightly my laughing eyes

Seeing a deeply visionary dream of futurity

Reciting every lines of your love as promises

I sleep on & hear about your voice of romance

Setting my heart with peerless desirousness

Chasing a bunch of fear with self-confidence

Planting a lofty seed with lovable happiness

All your of kisses and hugs l always sleep on

On your fantabulously fecundity of affection

Gleaming my heart with your peerless love

Creating my mind with a right choice of love.

©®#EDM

Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole

2018-10-26T21:43:00.001-07:00

রুপার সাথে ব্রেকাপ হওয়ার পর একটা সময় আমি প্রচন্ড ডিপ্রেশনে ছিলাম.....রুপার বিয়েটা একেবারে সহ্য হচ্ছিল না আমার....নিজের প্রতি প্রচন্ড ঘৃণা থেকে আমি আত্মহত্যা করতে চেয়েছিলাম খুব করে....কয়েকদিন ধরে খাওয়া-দাওয়ার কোন খেয়াল ছিলো না আমার.....একদিন আম্মা আমার পায়ের কাছে বসে অনেক কান্না করতে করতে বলল ওই মেয়ে তোকে ভালবাসতো না আর ভালোবাসলে তুই বিয়ে করে আনলে কি তোকে ফেলে দিতাম আমরা....কিন্তু মা জানতো না পিছনের গল্পটা একটু ভিন্ন ছিল...

রুপার সাথে শেষ যেদিন কথা হয়েছিল তখন আমি ডিগ্রীটা শেষ করি নি আর আর্থিকভাবেও স্বাবলম্বী ছিলাম না.....রুপা বলেছিলো তোমার সাথে গাছতলায় থাকতে আমি পারবো না.....আফসোস করতাম হায় রে জীবন মনের মানুষের কাছে টাকাটা বড় আর আমার ফিলিংস কিছু না....তবে হ্যা আমার পরিবর্তনটা এসেছিল ঐ দিন যেদিন আমার মা আমাকে বলেছিলো কথাটা আর মায়ের চোখের পানি....আমাকে আত্মহত্যা করতে দেয় নি...

আমি বুঝে গিয়েছিলাম আমাকে তিনটা জিনিস অর্জন করতে হবে....কষ্টকে কন্ট্রোল করা....নিজের ভিতরের কোমলতাকে হত্যা করে কঠোরতা আর ধৈর্য্য ধরে সবকিছুর জবাব দেওয়ার জন্য নিজেকে তৈরী করা...!

আমি মরে গেলে কারও কিচ্ছু যাবে আসবে না না আমার এক্স না আমার বন্ধুদের...বেলাশেষে আমার পরিবার একটাবারের জন্য আমার জন্য দুফোটা জল ফেলাবে....!

প্রত্যেকটা মানুষের কষ্ট থাকে....পৃথিবীতে মা-বাবা ছাড়া কখনও অন্য কোন মানুষের দ্বারা কষ্ট পায় নি এরকম মানুষ খুঁজে পাওয়া যাবে না......কেউ পড়াশুনা নিয়ে...কেউ পারিবারিক কলহ নিয়ে....কেউ ব্যবসায় ধোঁকা খেয়ে....কেউ ভালোবাসার মানুষটাকে হারিয়ে....কেউ হয়ত বা এতিম....চারিদিকে কষ্টের ছড়াছড়ি!!!

রুপা চলে গিয়েছিল বুকের চিন চিন ব্যথাটার অনুভূতি এক আমি ছাড়া কেউ টের পায় নি,,,,,কষ্ট সহ্য করতে না পেরে নিজেকে চিরদিনের জন্য শেষ করে দিতে চেয়েছিলাম....যাতে কষ্ট থেকে মুক্তি পাই....!

কিন্তু আমি যদি মরেই যেতাম তো আমার ভালোবাসা থেকে আমি মুক্তি পেতাম আর আমাকে যারা ভালোবাসে তাদেরকে তো কষ্টের মধ্যে রেখে যেতাম...... কষ্টগুলো ছোয়াচে রোগের মতন....একজনের কষ্ট আরেকজনের মধ্যে প্রবেশ করে...

আপনি হয়তবা কারও দ্বারা মানসিকভাবে নির্যাতিত হয়েছেন...কোন বন্ধু আপনাকে ছোট করেছে....টাকার জন্য আপনি কোথাও অপমানীত হয়েছেন....এগুলোর জবাব দিতে হলেও আপনাকে বেঁচে থাকতে হবে....এই পৃথিবীতে শেষ বলে কিছু নেই......আপনার বড় দীর্ঘশ্বাসটা আপনাকে জানিয়ে দেয় আপনি কতক্ষণ দম আটকে নিজেকে মৃতের ন্যায় রাখতে পারবেন...!

সফলতা কি তা আপনি ভালোই জানেন..... জানেন কি করে ওভারকাম করতে হয় তবুও বলবেন কি করে ভাই???

মনে করে দেখুন তো ক্লাসে যখন ফাস্ট হয়েছিলেন তখনকার কথা আবার মনে করে দেখুন যখন আপনি ফেল করেছিলেন তখনকার কথা....আপনি সফল তো তখনই হয়েছিলেন....সফলতার শব্দটা কেমন তা আপনি ভালোই জানেন....

যে আমাকে মানসিক নির্যাতন করেছে...যে আমাকে অপমান করেছে....যে আমার ভালোবাসাকে তুচ্ছ করেছে....যারা মনে করে তাদের ছাড়া আমার জীবনটা অচল.....তাদের ছাড়া আমি নিজেকে কল্পনা করতে পারি না.... আপনি চেষ্টা করুন ভালো থাকার...ধৈর্য্য ধরে আস্তে আস্তে নিজেকে সামলে নিয়শে মুখে মুচকি একটা হাসি দিয়ে জানান দেন আপনি ভালো আছেন.......আপনার হাসি আপনার সফলতা তাকে ভাবতে বাধ্য করবে আপনার ব্যপারে......সহ্য করতে পারবে না আপনার পরিবর্তন....একে-ফোরটিসেভেন রাইফেলের গুলির মতন তার ভিতরটা ক্ষতবিক্ষত হয়ে যাবে এটাই আপনার রিভেঞ্জ...... তাকে দেওয়া মোক্ষম জবাব!!!!

কিছু খারাপ মানুষের সাথে কাটানো বিশ্রি রকমের বাজে স্মৃতিগুলোকে সঙ্গী করে পৃথিবী থেকে চলে যাওয়ার চাইতে..জাস্ট দুই কদম এগিয়ে শিশিরের শুভ্রতা উপভোগ করে দেখুন পৃথিবী অনেক সুন্দর......কঠোর মানসিকতা আমাকে কিছু করতে হবে ব্যাস এটা ধারণ করে.....একটু ধৈর্য ধরে টিকে থাকুন......সুযোগ একটাবারের জন্য হলেও কড়া নাড়বে বিশ্বাস করুন.......সুযোগ আসবেই আপনার সামনে.......অপেক্ষা করুন ধৈর্য্য ধরুন আর কাঙ্ক্ষিত সুযোগকে খুঁজতে থাকুন ততক্ষণ পর্যন্ত যতক্ষণ না আপনি আপনার জীবটাকে আপনার কল্পনার চাইতেও বেশি অর্জন করতে সক্ষম না হন.....!

#নীলকষ্টের নীল

"THE AMOROUS RELATIONSHIP"

2018-10-26T01:06:00.000-07:00

The rumors are in the amorous relationship

Between you & I as between our lovely ages

Love has no purest boundaries of friendship

Love of us is not revenge with our enemies

This amorous relationship brings a lofty joy

Inside & outside of us that beam our promises

Promises of edifying a relationship so lovely

As we are facing together with romantic eyes

Let us add a arison in our amorous relationship

As a verisimilar part of alluring the blessings

That only us can enjoy not the spirit of foeship

Everlastingness and salubrity as our blessings

The closest contours of our love is an emotion

An emotion of tightest hugs and loftiest kisses

That brings a stronger than strongest affection

That beams our heartier than heartiest promises.

©®#EDM

Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole

Wipe Your Tears

2018-10-23T05:51:00.000-07:00

When you felt rejected by the atmosphere and your goals lost it way on the slippery hills of your dreams because of me.

Regret not!

•

When you trend the dusty streets hawking your pride just to save my dried soul regardless of my imprudence behavior.

Sober not!

•

Father beat you blue black with the dying words of his tongue causing depression to become thy soul's friend yet the sunshine of your smile was the hope for my soul.

Was it me who broke into your garden and wilted the rose in your heart?

Was it me who made your eyes flooded with tears and your cheeks could not stop the erosion?

Was it me who made the clouds pour it anger on your assertiveness and you wished I was never part of your achievements?

Please wipe your tears!

For I will grow up to become the golden child that will make you kiss the sky.

Ayomide Micheal

©® haywhy

THE PENITENTIARY

2018-10-21T20:43:00.001-07:00

Rusty blue pickup,

long bed four by four,

cracked mirror

and broken door.

Dusty road nowhere.

Left big city

for country huts,

now lost and going nuts,

hitting huge ruts,

as dried yellow bug guts

streak across

waterless windshield,

bugs and grubs

from withered hayfields.

Lost direction, ended in

Department of Correction.

Rows of inmates,

like hayfields

bent from heat,

like grasshoppers

hopping to nowhere,

trying to get squashed.

Weathered fists

and dry feathered lips

with flightless song,

with no one,

no friend,

no where to run.

The price of being a loner.

48 months

without a plan,

until her steady hand

relinquished command

of his attention...

a seriously gorgeous lady

dancing and flying

curiously,

enormously,

with sky music

filling up the air.

He smiled out loud

as the crowd,

crooked

yet now proud,

howled.

Without a thought

he fell in love.

Rain suddenly,

thunderously,

fell like hell.

Water splattered

bug guts;

hoppers scattered

from road ruts.

She bribed Warden

with every cent

saved for rent,

and rigged a tent

in her pickup bed

where they were wed,

strangest of friends,

and lovers

of a rhythm

so beautiful

and clear,

others

could

only

barely

hear.

—Dave Gretch—

DEAR SLAY QUEEN

2018-10-20T08:06:00.001-07:00

Dear Slay Queen,

I'm glad you still realise you're a queen,

And for this I know that there's still hope

in this cause I have chosen for myself.

But what I wouldn't know now

is if I'm hoping against hope;

If "yes", then I guess you've crossed the Rubicon,

But if "no", then maybe there's still hope for this fallen tree...

Please rewind a few decades backwards and you'd see that

our beauties were recognised afar off

as everyone chanted the names of our mothers

in the ears of responsible men who sought

their hands and did everything to get them.

Then you paid their bride price before seeing anything they had to offer,

But alas times have changed we now see;

We now see for free that for which we'll never pay...

Our mothers didn't dress to kill then,

Because they knew dead men don't make

good husbands or fathers at the long run;

They dressed to give life to both the living and the dying.

But today you journey forward with your face backwards,

You dress to kill every man in your path,

And they die even before going to see your parents;

Tell me, what then would prevent their corpses from smelling in that dead matrimony?

You are a "Slay Queen" I have been forced to accept,

But tell me, what has "SLAY" to do with the

"QUEEN" who lives in a supposed peaceful Queendom?

You are carrying fire in your bosom, my dear

and getting burnt is inevitable.

Check the lives of all the slay queens you admire,

See how they turn out and tell me if that's what you want,

You're still in your prime, there's enough sun to make hay...

Forget those naked stuff celebrities wear;

None of them wore it to the Prince's wedding

in London a couple of years back,

And I wonder you didn't take note.

They all dressed responsibly to a palatial event,

Meaning they truly know what royalties look like,

But they'll never tell you that,

Their world is truly worse than the make-believe of show biz...

I really feel heartbroken this very moment

as I remember how often you've been given reasons

to turn things around in your favour,

But you slay reason with your treason

against the womanhood we hold so dear.

For everyone life has something to share,

But for a Slay Queen every responsible man has something to fear,

And "RUN", the only word they hear...

The mask you wear should have told you

how far you've travelled from the path of reason,

But you still recourse in your cosmetics,

The very thing that brings your calamities.

To you beauty is everything,

And this is the only credential you have

to brandish even after many seasons have passed...

Yet what is beauty without brains?

You know what man you want to pitch your tent with,

A responsible man in the eyes of God and man;

Yet you know not what type of woman

such a man would desire,

Nor would you work towards it;

For so long you have travelled this well-worn path,

And now another fool moon has passed,

Please tell me, will you ever become the queen we all desire?

WORDS

2018-10-14T10:50:00.001-07:00

Words can make a better feeling,

Words can make a sweet smiling,

Words can erase a hatred and

bothering,

Words can make a sacred loving.

Words can be used like a ladder,

Words can join the two hearts of

the lover,

Words can increase the brightness

of the feelings and its velocity ,

Words can make a taste of diversity.

---

—Syed Md.Tanveer Parvez—

( 08/10/2018)

নতুন সূর্য

2018-10-14T00:02:00.001-07:00

একটি নতুন সূর্য আগমনের প্রতীক্ষায়

প্রতিদিন আমি তাকিয়ে থাকি

পূর্বান্তরিক্ষে, রাত জেগে, নৈশপ্রহরীর মতো

কখন উদয় হবে নতুন সূর্য

কখন ঘুচবে আমাদের দু:সহ দুর্দিন।

প্রত্যহ যে সূর্যটি নিয়ত দিচ্ছে

খাদ্য,পানি,তাপ,আলো,বাতাস

সেটি বড়ো পুরানো

কমে গেছে তার অর্ন্তনিহিত দাহ শক্তি,

নেই প্রাক যুগের ক্ষমতা

দাহবলে ক্ষুব্দ হূদয় ঘটেনা আত্মশুদ্ধি।

কন্টকময় রক্তপিঁপাশু দলের পথে হাটি,

রক্তের দাগে দিশেহারা হাটি এলোমেলো

রাতের শয্যা শুধু কান্নার স্বাক্ষর।

আমার গ্রীবা ও কন্ঠে আগমনী নি:শ্বাস

কখন আসবে দৃঢ়পদে মুক্তিদূত

যে দেবে নতুন বার্তা নন্দিত পৃথিবীর

যেখানে থাকবেনা ক্ষুধার্ত মনুষ

আর মৃতের মিছিল।

- ০ -

—মোঃ সোলায়মান দাড়িয়া—

I And My Little Ducklings

2018-10-13T19:38:00.001-07:00

I wokeup very early

this morning

before the sweet

glow of the sun

unward to the green stream

where I play with

my little pretty friends

O' little motherless ducklings

I solo my songs of a sunrays

my ducklings choruses

how, the light of God ways

guilded us from perilous

winds and wolfs of the day

I sat on a sparkling grass

my ducklings lay on the stream

we whispered love to the beam

it' was dope like a dream

—Odichrist B Hotpraise—

You are always

2018-10-12T09:42:00.001-07:00

You are always in my thoughts

You are always in my visions

You are always in my breath

You are always in my heart

For when I think

It's you I see

For when I breath

It's your scents that fills my nostril

For you are always

Always and always

Is your irreplaceable essence

At the core of my soul

For you are always in my heart

—Laju Ereyitomi Oyewoli—

Hell experience untold

2018-10-12T03:11:00.001-07:00

I walked through hell

But I am not alive to tell.

If deads were alive

If they could revive

No one would have commited sins

They would have known

The hells miserable feelings.

Peace

would have been

In everyone's

Reach

—Tonmoy Mahmud—

The Shift

2018-10-12T03:05:00.001-07:00

Some moments are so succinct in their tone that they ring in my ears like the high pitched trilling of a bird, or the shattering of glass. I had a moment like that this morning. I got the message that I’ve been waiting for, for months. I thought we all could be waiting for years, but thankfully, it was only a few short months.

My brother Shane is a Major in the US Army and was all business this morning, but not business as usual. You see, my mother has been waiting for a liver transplant. She was diagnosed with stage four cirrhosis of the liver two years and eight months ago and liver cancer nine months ago. When she was first diagnosed, they gave her a fifty percent chance of surviving another five years if she never took another drink from then on. I got a call from him that day also. That call went much differently. He usually sent a text, so when I saw his name come up on my screen, I knew it was bad. I answered and said, “Is she dead?” He said, “Not yet but...” And so our family’s journey began. The trek augmented by countless appointments with doctors and routine trips to the airport for me. I’ve always loved airports and airplanes, imagining the lives of all my fellow travelers, always felt a supreme relaxation in the contemplation of life as a whole and our collective world. My trip to the airport today was a blur, a flurry of hurrying and digging and quickness. For a split second, as the shuttle pulled into the terminal, I thought I had forgotten my luggage in my truck at the long-term parking lot. I yelped and then noticed it was on the top of the luggage rack. I had completely forgotten that the driver had swiftly taken it from me as he helped me and my heavy backpack up the stairs to the shuttle van. That moment was not unlike when I’ve frantically looked for my phone and then realized I am talking on it.

Five months ago I boarded a plane from Houston where I live, to Los Angeles, just as I did an hour ago. I was headed then to Cedars Sinai Transplant Clinic, just as I am now. My alarm went off at 4 a.m. the next morning to let me know it was time to get ready to meet her many doctors, counselors, dietician, nurse, therapist, along with an amazing transplant survivor and volunteer who would be our guide for 13 hours that day. My mom, My Aunt Caroline and I all piled into Mom’s convertible Mustang and cruised to the world famous Cedars-Sinai Hospital, Transplant Clinic. We had a lot to learn and remember that day. My mother endured countless tests and talk sessions as Shane, Caroline and I made conversation, enjoyed some food and drink and laughed a lot. The laughter punctuated the sometimes sad and sometimes enlightening dialogue, and was a welcome reprieve from the seriousness of the occasion. I was so proud of her, and proud of us. I was proud of my aunt, my brother, my grandmother and proud of myself.

Our fragmented and dysfunctional family had somehow managed to bring itself together, to find first, and then pick up, the pieces of all of our relationships and create a beautiful new picture. I can honestly say that this is the first time I was proud of us as a family. It has been a rough road laden with potholes, flying gravel, jagged and flesh-tearing cracks and cavernous open seams we could, and some did, fall into. These sinkholes jackhammered the deepest crevices in the asphalt of the foundation of our family. I am not exaggerating when I say that it is a miracle, truly by God’s grace that we survived, relatively unscathed.

This morning it came. My brother Shane’s text read, “mom is on her way to Cedars for the transplant “. I read it and I knew what it said but I carried on as if it were just any other message. I let him know how excited I was, that I had to jump in the shower to get ready for work and that I’d check my phone as soon as I was out. As soon as I hit send and set my phone down on the bathroom counter, I felt like a dum-dum. That’s the best word I can think of for my response. If a hand had sprung from the phone and slapped me in the face, I would not have objected. Shane must have thought I was nutty but he didn’t say anything. I said it that way to him because I know he appreciates the facts and not all the emotion and chaos that can go on in my brain and come flying out of my mouth or from my fingers and into a text sometimes.

I stood in the shower and could barely contain myself as I washed my hair, shaved my legs, etc. When I got out, I collected myself and called him. It’s funny, what one thinks of and how one can react at a profound moment like a life-saving liver transplant. He reported that my mom had told him to “put that bag in the front seat so I can put on some makeup on the way”, or that my aunt had said she and my grandmother just needed a few minutes to put some makeup on and get ready to go. We both laughed at that as he recounted how he told all of them individually, “no, makeup is not necessary, we have to GO. We have to get there quickly, you don’t need any of that. (Thank goodness I tattooed both their eyebrows recently. I chuckle as I write that last sentence, but I’m serious. We Apodaca women are a peculiar lot when it comes to things like that.) Shane then reminded me that life is so different for him and his wife of more than twenty years. She is used to calls at all hours. He always has his ringer on and is always ready to go, after more than two decades spent “at the ready”. Literally, I thank God that he has been and that he is “at the ready” today. We then discussed all the details and made arrangements for me to fly out and I will be arriving a few hours after her surgery is completed. I lamented to him about my two jobs and how I would navigate this, but that was short-lived. I was so excited and overjoyed for my mother, for my brother and I to have more time with her. We both lost our fathers recently, so this extra time is truly a gift that we can each so appreciate. Her grandchildren will get to know her and she will get to cheer them on at their football games. She will have the pleasure of all the other wonderful grandmotherly duties and joys too. I am so thankful that she and they are bestowed this gift from God.

My grandparents’ house has always been the hub, or vortex depending on the situation, for our family. We have family members in other cities and states, but their house has always been the central meeting place. We all met there nine years ago when my grandfather, the patriarch of our family, died suddenly. We also came together again at their home when, the very next day, my uncle also died unexpectedly. What a horrific time that was. It was a little more than ten years after my 25 year old cousin was devastatingly injured in a tragic motorcycle accident, on Christmas Eve. He died in the wee hours of Christmas morning, the next day. That day we all rushed to the home he shared with his parents and family. I was in Arizona spending Christmas with my father

and his family. I remember that frantic phone call and the solemn shock that followed. The ride to the airport felt like traversing the desert on foot for days that morning instead of the two hours with my dad at the wheel. The plane ride was somber and mercifully uneventful. Our family has had its share of tragedy and this life-giving transplant is providing much needed levity and hope, for me, that we may make restitution to one another and cherish each other and our limited days on this earth together. That is what it has done for me. I am humbled and proud at the same time.

Not long after my mom and brother left for the hospital, my Aunt Caroline and grandmother followed my other Aunt Rose and her husband, my Uncle Mike, as they made their way to the hospital. A true care-a-van. My Uncle Mike has always been the man who would lift us up in prayer and is a pillar of strength and a beacon of dedication. Together, they are waiting. Shane has been keeping all of us abreast of the news along the way. The doctors came out twice during the nine hour surgery and let them know that she was doing really well. Just before I boarded, he relayed the news to me that Mom is doing great, operation is finished and she will be taken to ICU soon. I will be there in a few short hours and I get to hug my mother and tell her how much I love her, how grateful I am and we all are. I will thank my family and hug them too.

Donors and their families are so precious to our world. It is my hope and will be my personal quest and endeavor to properly thank the donor and his or her family for being so unselfish - and giving his or her all, that my mother can continue to live. It is with what feels like a concrete blanket on my chest and a ball of goo in my throat that I type these words. Thank you. It is not enough... it is too small a sentence, the full meaning behind those two words abridged. That minuscule phrase carries with it the height of Mount Everest, the depth of Grand Canyon and the reverence and breadth of Heaven. I understand that a person with his or her own loved ones had to die for my mother to be able to continue to live. The magnitude of that is sitting right here in my seat with me, in my fingers as I type this. THANK YOU.

So I sit here on another airplane, in a much different state of heart and mind than the day my father died, when my tears wouldn’t stop and I could barely see my keyboard through the salty wetness, or the day three months later when I typed his eulogy while sitting in the tight little seat. I remember the person sitting next time asked what I was writing and I shared the truth with him. That was a profound conversation as he shared his story too. He was flying to Miami for a bachelor party and the irony was not lost in the conversation. We shared a bit of each other’s poetry and parted ways. Strangers again after a moment of kinship.

This flight is different. The seat is still tight and I again have a passenger next to me, but I am in my own world. This time my heart is overflowing with gratitude to my wonderful family anew, especially my brother, grandmother, aunts, uncle, sister-in-law and my amazing friends, clients and colleagues who have come together to care for my pets and send heartfelt salutations and promises of prayer... all of which mean more to me than they can possibly know... and for the holy opportunity of new life for my beloved mother.

Perfect timing. I just landed.

THANK YOU.

—Michelle Morrow—

YOUR FAMILY

2018-10-11T19:38:00.001-07:00

Lead your family with deeply pristine love

Gleam your position in heavenly structure

Call a splendiferous blessings from above

Retain&care your life in marriageable future

Every miraculous miracle you always receive

Set a profoundly gratitude by peerless prayer

Gleam your family in heavenly theme, "alive"

And make your family be the pristine believer

Only God who can care your family so greatly

With this,put him first on everything so solemnly

In order to lift your family into gorgeous grace

Winning any wonderful prize of heavenly peace

Everywhere you go without your lovely family

Aggrandize an unique prayer for your family

Demolish the spirit of marriageable separation

Retain your family in profoundly lifeful edification.

©®#EDM

Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole

_Broken__

2018-10-11T19:29:00.001-07:00

When I'm trying to

Make you happy

You're busy to

Break my heart

When I'm trying to

Keep you in my heart

You're busy to

Throw me like some dust

When I'm trying to

Keep those memories

You're busy to

Forget that past

You're heartless,you're cruel

You're so bad

Because of your act

I'm always sad

Your act,your attitude

Makes me like a mad

You are the only one girl

that I have

If you don't love me

And leave me so far

Look at the sky

I'll be one of those star...

—Rafid Rohan—

the drunkard (jaques brel)

2018-10-11T19:16:00.001-07:00

Friend refill my glass

One more and I goes

One more and I'll go

No I'm not going to cry

I sing and I'm happy

But it hurts to be me

Friend refill my glass

Let us drink to your health

You who know how to say so well

That everything could will be fine

That she will return

Never mind if you're a liar

A barkeeper who doesn't really care

I'll be drunk in an hour

I will be painless

Let us drink to health

To the friends and the laughter

That I will recover

That will return to me

Never mind if these lords

Leave me on the ground

I'll be drunk in an hour

I'll be without anger

Friend refill my glass

One more and I goes

One more and I'll go

No I'm not going to cry

I sing and I'm happy

But it hurts to be me

Friend refill my glass

Let us drink to my health

Let someone drink with me

Let someone come to dance

Let someone share my joy

Never mind if the dancers

Leave me under the moon

I'll be drunk in an hour

I will be without grudge

Let us drink to the young women

That I still have to love

Let us drink to the women

Whome I'll make cry

And never mind about the flowers

That they will refuse me

I'll be drunk in an hour

I'll be without passion

Friend refill my glass

One more and I goes

One more and I'll go

No I'm not going to cry

I sing and I'm happy

But it hurts to be me

Friend refill my glass

Let us drink to the hooker

Who twisted my heart

Let us drink to plenty of regret

Let us drink to plenty of tears

And never mind the tears

That will shower me tonight

I will be drunk in an hour

I won't remember

Let us drink night after night

Since I'll be too ugly

For the slightest ???[Sylvie?]

For the slightest reqret

Let us drink because it's time to,

Drink just for the sake of it

I'll be fine in an hour

I'll be without hope

Friend refill my glass

One more and I goes

One more and I'll go

No I'm not going to cry

I sing and I'm happy

Everything's already been sorted out

Friend refill my glass

—Rym Kim—

COLOURS

2018-10-11T09:30:00.001-07:00

COLOURS

Artist pick up your palette

and colour my world for me

Sky blue is the colour for all the times

I want to be free

Black is for the anger

for all the deceit and lies in my life

Grey is for all the times

you have caused me a load of strife

Colours make me what I am

and what I want to be

Like the white clouds in the sky

my spirit roams free

Green is for the grass of my home

growing beneath my feet

All the colours mixed together

make my life totally complete

We all need colours in our lives

without them where would we be

Like a grounded whale floundering

searching for the open sea

Colours make life worthwhile

a pleasure for the eyes to behold

It adds true depth and meaning

to every story to be told

A life without colour or meaning

is a life not worth living for

Once you let colour into your life

you will start craving for even more

Colour is the essence of life

it’s in everything that we do

In my hours of sadness

Artist please colour me in blue

Red is for the love and passion

and the danger and the dread

All these beautiful colours paint

vivid images inside my head

So take out your palette and brushes

and paint my world for me

Paint it with all your beautiful colours

so the whole world can see

William T Fearby. 30/08/2018

(C)@william t fearby

Story Land

LOVE

"I SLEEP ON"

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DEAR SLAY QUEEN

WORDS

নতুন সূর্য

I And My Little Ducklings

You are always

Hell experience untold

The Shift

YOUR FAMILY

_____Broken______

the drunkard (jaques brel)

COLOURS

"THE AMOROUS RELATIONSHIP"

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