October 16,

A loveless sense of regret

for time squandered and spent.

A fragmented, fractured mirror

for shattered, suffered hero.

Bereaving melodies sing

soothing songs of fading.

A pity given from us,

a flame of love without lust.

But spark the candle to torch;

a hunger's conflagration,

our shadow's fixation

to follow without remorse.

Our paths are darkened roads,

our hand's the candle, the torch.

Stumble in self-satisfying tripping,

or onward, fearless of slipping. 

This is a call,

a call for arms.

Bear your arms vertically extended

with your middle finger standing alone

to show you are offended.

Bear your arms to the cemetery

where Lady Liberty lies.

Reanimate her with love and anger-

love for her,

anger for those who buried her.

Bear them to the statehouses

to show your displeasure.

Keep them in the air

So they know you question their authority.

Demand answers.

Demand action.

This is a call,

a call for arms.

Those arms- we need them.

We need the bodies

to which they are attached:

your eyes and ears to witness,

your brains to plan,

mouths to speak,

and your hearts for love and courage.

Bear those arms to Washington, DC

to tell them you no longer believe their lies,

that Mother Earth has feelings

and there are tears in her eyes

for the raping and pillaging killing her

in the name of the almighty dollar!

This is a call,

a call to arms.

Watch your arms multiply.

Be a part of a mighty army,

an army of peaceful arms reaching for the sky!

If you care for your liberty,

if you want a fair shot at life,

if you care for Mother Earth-

Lift those arms

with the middle finger extended.

Hold those arms high!

1) I am a girl I want to die. To wave my hand and say goodbye. 

2) And yet the pain is that I dread. 

3) To scared to die or to be left undead. 

4) Yet I truly believe that life can be turned.  

5) And through a smile happiness returned.  

Now read this through and answer this 

What is true to me and what goes amiss. 

Or is all you see just truths, just lies. 

No one can understand this crazy mind 

“Such a pretty little girl,” he said, blocking the door. He pulled one greasy hand through my ponytail. I looked away from his pustulent face.

“Leave me alone.”

Happy screams sounded from the playscape outside.

When his rotten face brushed my lips, I gagged.

I chose the window, and fell.

In the process of exploring myself

Sometimes..

I find the real me dumped in a book shelf..

I love mocking at others..

Though we're birds belonging to same feathers..

Expectations .?

No..I don't believe..

Still..My heart restrain to relive ..

Guess what ?

I ignore to grab people's attention..

But

Strive to be in their retention..

Usually

I don't take people for granted..

Yet..

Become a granted bait for them..!!

sound echoes when

there's nothing there

to hold it,

and I keep bouncing

between the banks

with tears that stutter

on the way out,

so I let them fall

like angels

ready to rise

like demons from the dirt,

and my dreams

are murdered

by the creeping dawn,

and I can't click my heels

to get home,

just these dull thuds

that ache more

with each attempt,

holding a pillow

I haven't used,

and whiskey could teach

me to bleed straight,

instead of scribbling

bloody messages

for no one.

and it's me.

but I can't read

like I used to.

though I have

enough scars

so all you see

is a grin.

hello. nice to meet you. fucker.

will you join me in the field?

we can murder roses

and lay them on my name,

and you can give a speech

about the tragedy

of my heel,

about the sound of me drifting

as I run from mud,

tripping over the crispy halos

I let break without a fight.

and when it shatters,

we'll see havoc become confetti,

in a beautiful celebration

of wasted breaths

that shimmer on the forest

of my life,

growing fresh upon the rot.

TRUMP:

Verb. UK colloquialism. To break wind from the anus, to 'fart'. E.g. "There's a disgusting smell in here. Has someone trumped?"

FLATUS:

Noun: The gas in or from the stomach or intestines, produced by swallowing air or by bacterial fermentation. Ultimately released as a trump.

POTUS:

Abbreviation. Slang word, acronym. Stands for President of the United States. The world fears that somehow, in some weird twist of fuckery, the yellow haired, bigoted and emotionally immature clown FLATUS that is Trump will be POTUS. 

NOT US:

Statement: The denial of those whose votes resulted in the election of a tyrant and buffoon once the shit hits the fan and they wish they had voted differently. As seen currently in the UK as our economy crumbles, muttered by sane and intelligent people who voted for Brexit against all intellectual and business advice to the contrary.