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Petrichor: His Gaze so Gloomy and Blue

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JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.

The Fallen drop of tears

Perhaps, You’re unknown of the price. Although just a solitary droplet from a molten heart It has touched the earth with a thousand words within. As it scatters laden with soil Let the breeze come and touch you. In the dark night when the moon is nowhere to be seen, The world seeks for its beam. When the lonely wind touches me The lightning within my heart Tries to come out in the world. My heart always in fear of the fall…..! With the dew from the Himalayas Play my longing eyes This ever flowin

The last wolf

Beneath the fading moon's soft glow, The last wolf treads where shadows flow. A sentinel of ages old, In tales of wilderness, its story told. Majestic spirit, fierce and wild, Guardian of the night, undefiled. Legends woven through the trees, Whisper of strength in every breeze. Lone survivor of a primal land, Pawprints etched in the shifting sand. Eyes that hold the secrets deep, In twilight's realm, its vigil to keep. Oh, last wolf, your howl shall fade, But in our hearts, your memory's laid.

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

Is That a Giant Still Wearing a Pant?

IS THAT A GIANT STILL WEARING A PANT? Indeed there was a country Now a cynical kind of Eden And in this Eden things fall apart Ties ripping apart Blamed on devil's tit for tat. Wait o, is that a giant still wearing a pant?! A grand neither where it was nor where it should be? With rivers where fishes drown or even die of thirst? Where the abnormal is normal and the normal, abnormal? Where the most expensive is cheap and the cheapest, costly? The beautiful is ugly and the ugly is beautiful? Is th

The Reflection (a short story)

I found her to find myself

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A poetry that I wrote.

That Day, I Fell In Love. As the sun emitted its rays like a shower of glistening sliver, Singing breeze swirled petals of salvia splendens And sent sweet notes of sandalwood, mint and sage, Scents that eloped strong, masculine shoulders, A sanctuary when I was scared, a cushion when I snoozed, As he scooped my face and stroked my cheeks, Starred so deep into my eyes that it pierced my soul, And sparked off a swarm of butterflies as I shuddered, Every second, I showed the symptoms of a lass in l

You Can Win

“winners see the gain; losers see the pain.” ... “Winners dont do different things, they do things differently” ... “Under Adverse conditions - some people break down, some break records” ... “If you think you can - you can!” ... “Winner dont do different but they do differently”

"PULL THE PLUG"

My life is now owned delusion Happiness is no longer illusion If Life is a bitch- then dig me a ditch If i pull the plug now I'll free my demons They say i'll be caged in the tunnel of Mammon But, Humans used to say 'There's light at the end of a tunnel- Still, Humans used to pray 'Master, save me from the tunnel' It calls me closer It calls me near Just once and it'll be over Death whispers in my ear. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

Echoes of the Heart

The poem expresse the emotions of someone who has experienced the loss of a significant relationship.The speaker's heart beats for their former partner, but now aches with pain as they come to terms with the end of the relationship. The speaker reflects on how they gave their all to the relationship, but it ultimately resulted in ashes and dust.The speaker expresses their intention to move on and love again, but with more caution and less haste, and hopes that their next love will last forever.

That which was supposed to bring warmth

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Words Of The Betrayed Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

The Storm Is Over

The poem is about the peace that comes after trying time

Rights of a Child

I am a child which I can do different things Each and every things which my parents told on me. Be good at all times and don't forget to pray God Because God protects me from any harm or in danger. I have the rights to be born and to lived once As I can see, the happy, happy, morning sun Their tender love and care make me be more lively. Through their gently touching makes me more been smiling. As a child, I have a right to play and have fun And to listen my beautiful teacher at school Who teaches me in a good manner and right conduct. As I grew up and molded to be a better man. Thanks for my Mama and Papa for schooling me. They are the one who guide me when I'm growing up, To make myself respectful and courteous. And to be a good leader and a follower.

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.

Frozen thoughts

In the eyes of another death is beautiful,  see Nothing grows until it finally dies.... And you’ll never find the truth until you’ve found the lies... And now that I’ve started pulling some strings, somethings are unraveling and I don’t like what I’m seeing but yet I proceed.... I’m pushing, a sense of a lost direction just stirred up but I keep on pressing to find the answers.... The path of a lost soul is where I’m walking..... I don’t know what or where I’m going but I’m desperate to find the

warm love

this poem is about a person that i love the most

SHE

For the girl child whose dream is becoming shattered by the miserable hands of those living around her. For th the girl child who's dying in pain day by day. For the girl child whose molested life has become a daily bread.

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

Flame

The Self worth