A Writer's Agony
I sit with writing
In front of me; Wondering
Who will appreciate it.
I've been looking for
But I find it in nothing instead.
Trees and buildings
Block my view of the sky.
The dreamer closes her eyes.
The View Outside My Window
With a flourish
I remove my towel,
Revealing cityscape and night sky.
So boring and lengthy
Teacher rambling but everyone's sleeping.
I attempt to be poetical.
Running ink on paper
The teacher rambles on
But she's lost to this world
Oh please! Wash me away.
I turn to Metal,
My last line of defense against idiots.
It will help keep my Evil safe.
Tic Tac Toe
Predictable moves line the pages
Slight of hand wins the game
I wish I had paid more attention.
Using a knife
I inscribe my name
Blood pours out.
I have no tolerance of you women
Who open your eyes wide and complain
You piss me off to new levels.
I fight my own battles
I make my own money
Kind sire, take off that shining armour
Beginning of a Journey
Starting off on a journey, I expect nothing.
My lips curve into a smile
And I turn towards the window.
The murmur of voices
I think there are a million voices forming this gushing.
Spray of water on my face,
Ice-cold water numbs my feet.
The pandit chants, waist-deep inside, oblivious.
My first time…I step in
I completely relax after a while.
Photography's Pretty Intense
Magnificent rock peaks demand fear
Ice-covered ones make me shiver.
The van takes on a hairpin bend but I snap on.
Harsh terrain with rocks bigger than me
Or trees that are age old.
I come to you to seek myself.
Sunset emblazoned red,
Reflects in the spring
The eyes of these oblivious people don't notice.
Exploration in Mama N's Kingdom Is a Somewhat Nerve-Racking Thing
I come into Mother Nature's domain, tripping over rocks
And praying to get to my destination
I reach, and sit beside the river.
Punks Like Me
Deep contemplation breaks
As a call of 'Hooyah!' goes up
I got to the banks of the river.
I dive into the river that goes on forever.
I don't know how to swim
I seek beauty.
I seek myself
And I find them both in the lap of the Himalayas.
Seeing What Mama N Shows Me
I see the nation
Through the people's eyes
One of my dreams- Accomplished
Is This…Inner Peace?
My heart stops for a moment
And starts once again
This time, so at peace amongst mountains.
What Fools We Are…Thinking We Can Capture Beauty Like This
I wish to be deeply poetical
Here, with the clouds rolling in on the hills and the water gurgling
But I feel at peace instead and nothing comes.
The girl spouts rubbish like an open drain.
The boy mutters of some…vague things.
I scream in frustration with head pounding.
Kids These Days
I hate these annoying sniveling brats
Who seem so pure at first
But turn out to be worse than their parents.
I Don't Think I've Ever Felt Such Hatred Before
I plug in my headphones and turn it up.
I make a decision that I dislike
Conservative people with loud, weird children.
I Must Be Going Emo
Afraid of criticism,
I shy away behind anger
And the pounding beat of Music.
The world spins around
My hair flying and I am smiling
I love this adrenaline rush
How Could I Not See It?
My brother explodes in anger
And words flow out
I finally see all the hurt and pain
Parents Have It Bad
Cowering away from the truth
My mother shouts and bawls
I hold steady for she has to accept the truth.
End of a Journey
End of this journey,
I feel nostalgia
I won't regret it…
Bare trees line the landsape
I sit quietly
I'm going home.
Transaction (This Is World-Wide)
From childhood to teenage years,
Everything changes, including boundaries.
Family seems uncertain and flits in-between, not making it any easier.
I'm blinded by things
I'm an idiot at heart
But, for Lord's sake! I'm still a child!
This Trip Was Good But…
This journey near its end, I take away
Bad impressions and good advice
The next one will be about Internet and sleep.
I'm Not On Drugs. I Am Just Naturally High.
The world sparkles and a sound of
Annoyance comes from the people around
Without a care, I dance on
A/N: I know I kept you all waiting for WAY long but then it was worth it, wasn't it?
I had gone on this trip with these two annoying little kids. For those who might think this is very cruel of me...Trust me...They were WEIRD.
Their mother was obsessive and I took away mainly bad impressions. I hope that you all enjoy reading this stuff that I've written and I truly hope it isn't as bad as I think it is. :P
I won't beg for reviews but every author certainly likes constructive critique on their work. :)