WHO IS ME?

[NIN_NOOL]

Been denied access I was,

Betrayed by my own,

Seen all, cried for all.

 

Performed tasks to save your asses,

Born with the evil witches, saved the bitjes.

Wizards gone in the blizzard.

Merchants and their serpents surround us.

Birds of prey are above us.

Who is me for I shall see till the end.

I watched my friend grow and die,

Progress is slow, Hope is low, and believe to achieve or leave.

 

All we need is enlightenment!

The impulse of hell will scorch your souls,

I will see you live and die,

All you'll see is eternal life full and sorrow and happiness.

I will live till my end.

 

Thus will feel your pain and prosperity.

 

I will achieve my goal, peace for all,

Never will it end.

 

Who is me?

[Haseena]

I used to write for love

for things I thought I knew

I always happened to be someone

who did not trust a ghost

I commanded a sight a perfection of night

Needed a light to see what’s hiding out side

People came to me just to hold my mind

To control my source and

the things that made me to be

I wonder why they hurt me like that

am I not nice to their state

I feel to be much older now

20 years old and broken inside

So much distaste and closure of hate

so many people killed me late

I had a plan for this people of mine

gave them my hope and with that bested their line

Freedom came at last yet it captured my tongue

forced me out

out of this group why am I sad

how come I feel this loss

not so many rejections I had

to let live even stand side by side

expressions experience both last a while

tends to prick your spirit never makes your forget

forgive not always what does you wrong

but it’s not many that comes inside your heart

I am not writing to make you think

to get you out or make you stare

I write to ease and prepare my soul

provoke it for what I have come to see

lately I’ve lived and folded my needs

occupied all my thoughts into one thing

I’ve fallen inside so many times

all those periods I lost a great thing I hope not to loose again

Found me my root my soul the real thing I was created to uplift

Of mankind two kinds are alive

one that’s good and another that’s bad

I’ve chosen my side where I should belong

evil I’ve pointed out of my tide

Evil

I now have given a name,

set standards as what it could be

For me it is

what my lord hate and dislike

what kills my faith and discharges my fate

A new way of living I many times

proceeded to get

but sadly turned out to a loss one major cause

That loss only being

not having my Creator near my chest

observed by every sense and

worshipped by every thought

within it was bad days dark years

many I’ve been through

some I thought even to be fun but deep down something was wrong

I love this now to know inside what I want

and that being to be a neat person

not a hypocrite that being less than a clean person

one heart only living to pray and hail the reason it exists

I’m sad actually even though I’ve reached my potential being

I’m sad over the times I have lost

The times which I didn’t even remember my God,

the hours I did not repent or gave a sad mind a thought to keep,

I am truly sad for the amount of time I lost when I was astray

[OG_Girl]

Who am I!

I don't know where I came from

I don't know where life is leading me,

Some times I am harsh, some times soft,

A lot of heartache,

U telling me don’t cry baby?

I cried and cried but seems nothing helps

My pain, ooh too much for me,

Who am I?

I am lost kid, life too fast for me,

Nothing seems slow for me,

Scared, life will pass me by

I got to be brave

But how I can be brave

While I am lost my direction

I got to be brave to survive

I have to be brave

 

PS:This is not a poet jusy my feelings I drow it'

as u see i just drow my feeling first , brain storm then later I come and correct spelling and grammer's mistakes

Salam

[Instinct.Poet]

I Commit bigotry with "I" self,

Though i pray i place doubt on shelf

Than,Obressing questions like, who iz me?

The defiance of enemy in me

fights the descency in me,

creating no peace,torn in two piece

violence don't cease

people don't see

just granted so free

And hopefully

one of me might flee

to see what it be

without me!!

Can it be A B without C?

No,but otha half retaliate later

fully powered like navigator

to see who'z inner-greater

can 'A" which is me be instigator????

If not,excuze me,than who iz me...

 

 

---s.u.b.l.i.m.i.n.a.l---At---I'ts---.m.i.n.i.m.u.m----

[NIN_NOOL]

I sit in one of the corners

Of a unknown Street

Uncertain and afraid

As the clever hopes expire

Of a low dishonest decade :

Waves of anger and fear

Circulate over the bright

And darkened lands of the earth,

Obsessing our private lives ;

The unmentionable odour of death

Offends the still night.

 

Accurate scholarship can

Unearth the whole offence

From begining until now

That has driven a culture mad,

Find what occurred in a place we call home,

What huge imago made

A psychopathic people :

I and the public know

What all schoolchildren learn,

Those to whom evil is done

Do evil in return.

 

Exiled peoples knew

All that a speech can say

About Democracy,

And what warlords do,

The elderly rubbish they talk

To an apathetic grave ;

Analysed them all in their books,

The enlightenment driven away,

The habit-forming pain,

Mismanagement and grief :

We must suffer them again and again.

 

Into this neutral air

Where blind skyscrapers use

Their full height to proclaim

The strength of Collective Man,

Each language pours its vain

Competitive excuse :

But who can live for long

In an euphoric dream ;

Out of the mirror they stare,

Imperialism's face

And the international wrong.

 

Faces along the street

Cling to their average day :

The lights must never go out

The music must always play,

All the conventions conspire

To make this fort assume

The furniture of home ;

Lest we should see where we are

Lost in a haunted wood,

Children afraid of the night

Who have never been happy or good.

 

 

All I have is a voice

To undo the unfolded lie,

The romantic lie in the brain

Of the sensual man-in-the-street

And the lie of Authority

Whose buildings grope the sky :

There is no such thing as the State

And no one exists alone ;

Hunger allows no choice

To them or us ;

We must love one another or die.

 

Defenceless under the night

Our world in stupor lies ;

Yet, dotted everywhere,

Ironic flashes of light

Flash out wherever the Just

Exchange their messages :

May I, composed like them

Of Eros and of dust,

Beleaguered by the same

Negation and despair,

Show an affirming flame.