Cold eyes blink through the dirty mirror
Curse this world as I slam my fist
Death is always a step nearer
How do I continue to exist?
COLD eyes BLINK through the DIRty MIrror
CURSE this WORLD as I SLAM my FIST
Death is ALways a step NEARer
HOW do I CONtinue to EXIST?
Saturday, 1 December 2007
Task 3
It's snarls and tears at new found flesh,
It's eyes darting, to fix and stare.
Steam rises off meat, so fresh,
Another victim of a mountain bear.
It's eyes darting, to fix and stare.
Steam rises off meat, so fresh,
Another victim of a mountain bear.
Task 2
That place will always, always be in my heart,
Where the sky and land never part.
And the moon shines so bright,
On a calm and peaceful night.
And as day breaks,
I go by the lakes.
I love the calm,
On that farm.
So peaceful,
So beautiful.
Where the sky and land never part.
And the moon shines so bright,
On a calm and peaceful night.
And as day breaks,
I go by the lakes.
I love the calm,
On that farm.
So peaceful,
So beautiful.
hate love miss
i hate you like a dog hates being denied its bone
i hate you like a teenager hates losing their phone
i hate you like ice cream hates the ominous cone
because he knows whats coming next
like and employee waiting for a text.
i hate you like the blacks used to hate the whites
i hate you like the atmosphere hates airline flights
i hate you like the morning and the sun hate the night
because there know it means an end
like a line turning into a bend.
i hate you like the "scousers "tend to hate the Neville's
i hate you like the "gunners" despise those "red devils"
i hate you like "lillywhites" hate their lack of medals.
i hate you
i love you like a child should always love their mother
i love you like a sister who looks up to her brother
i love you like a dog that has pups and wants another
encase this opportunity dosent come again
like an eclipse clear in the sky.
i love you like Santa loves up his mince pie
i love you like a pig loves its smelly sty
i love you like forever,even when you make me cry
because our love is forever
like McDonald and its Trevor.
i love you like Rooney at his best
like Kanye loves the West
like a bird and its nest
i love you
i miss you like a striker often misses goals
i miss you like a mole can easily miss holes
i miss you like tuna sarcastically misses rolls
lack of awareness
like a child saying he missed his parents
i miss you like an archer widely missed the mark
i miss you like love misses where it starts
i miss you like a bat would badly miss the dark
i miss you
i hate you like a teenager hates losing their phone
i hate you like ice cream hates the ominous cone
because he knows whats coming next
like and employee waiting for a text.
i hate you like the blacks used to hate the whites
i hate you like the atmosphere hates airline flights
i hate you like the morning and the sun hate the night
because there know it means an end
like a line turning into a bend.
i hate you like the "scousers "tend to hate the Neville's
i hate you like the "gunners" despise those "red devils"
i hate you like "lillywhites" hate their lack of medals.
i hate you
i love you like a child should always love their mother
i love you like a sister who looks up to her brother
i love you like a dog that has pups and wants another
encase this opportunity dosent come again
like an eclipse clear in the sky.
i love you like Santa loves up his mince pie
i love you like a pig loves its smelly sty
i love you like forever,even when you make me cry
because our love is forever
like McDonald and its Trevor.
i love you like Rooney at his best
like Kanye loves the West
like a bird and its nest
i love you
i miss you like a striker often misses goals
i miss you like a mole can easily miss holes
i miss you like tuna sarcastically misses rolls
lack of awareness
like a child saying he missed his parents
i miss you like an archer widely missed the mark
i miss you like love misses where it starts
i miss you like a bat would badly miss the dark
i miss you
Task 1- The Beast in me
I feel the beast stir, raging to be let out, to break free I close my eyes and wait for it to pass. I got lucky this time and hell is prevented.
I pray the hours would tick by as slowly as possible but at the same time I pray they would stop torturing me and speed past. I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead and close my eyes. I sit here, alone. Waiting, hoping, praying-all in vain.
Maybe the moonlight will be kinder this time, and not devour what's left of my sanity. And perhaps the metal bars, now knowing what to expect, will try harder not to break under the pressure of the bloody claws and inhuman teeth.
... I try not to turn my head to the pile of rotting flesh in the corner of the cell but my neck fails me. Perhaps the beast will feed on the existing corpses and there wont be a need to go out and hunt this time... Somehow I doubt it. I feel my eyes water as I see people down below on the beach. If they only knew, they would run a million miles...
I do a routine check to make sure once locked up, the beast cant reach the keys to escape. I run my fingers across the prison bars, and check the water supply, look around the room and inhale.
As I feel the moonlight getting stronger and my mind loosing grip, I lock myself into the cell and hope for the best all the while knowing, the cell can only hold the animal for a couple of minutes at best.
The moonlight hits.
I feel the beast in me stir, raging to be let out, to break free, I close my eyes and wait for it to pass. This time luck fails me and all hell breaks loose.
I pray the hours would tick by as slowly as possible but at the same time I pray they would stop torturing me and speed past. I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead and close my eyes. I sit here, alone. Waiting, hoping, praying-all in vain.
Maybe the moonlight will be kinder this time, and not devour what's left of my sanity. And perhaps the metal bars, now knowing what to expect, will try harder not to break under the pressure of the bloody claws and inhuman teeth.
... I try not to turn my head to the pile of rotting flesh in the corner of the cell but my neck fails me. Perhaps the beast will feed on the existing corpses and there wont be a need to go out and hunt this time... Somehow I doubt it. I feel my eyes water as I see people down below on the beach. If they only knew, they would run a million miles...
I do a routine check to make sure once locked up, the beast cant reach the keys to escape. I run my fingers across the prison bars, and check the water supply, look around the room and inhale.
As I feel the moonlight getting stronger and my mind loosing grip, I lock myself into the cell and hope for the best all the while knowing, the cell can only hold the animal for a couple of minutes at best.
The moonlight hits.
I feel the beast in me stir, raging to be let out, to break free, I close my eyes and wait for it to pass. This time luck fails me and all hell breaks loose.
football is...
football is anything but just another game
football is not something people do for fame
"football is a weak sport" this is just a claim
football is not something people do for fame
"football is a weak sport" this is just a claim
football is
football is a passion for anyone who cares
football is a addiction for anyone who dares
football is a cheat says every fan who swears
football is
football is Defoe running with the ball
football is not Ronaldo making another fall
"football is boring"me saying this i don't recall
football is
football is to most: a means and way of life
football is "all you ever watch"continuously moans the wife
football is not a means to create strife
football is
football is going to the lane every Saturday
football is going to watch your team play
football is not just about the pay
football is
football is a passion for anyone who cares
football is a addiction for anyone who dares
football is a cheat says every fan who swears
football is
football is Defoe running with the ball
football is not Ronaldo making another fall
"football is boring"me saying this i don't recall
football is
football is to most: a means and way of life
football is "all you ever watch"continuously moans the wife
football is not a means to create strife
football is
football is going to the lane every Saturday
football is going to watch your team play
football is not just about the pay
football is
Haikus
Atul Dutt
I am not enough
I love my wife dearly
Living as his ghost
Eeshwar Dutt
Maybe its my fault
Whisky drowns my sorrows
Pride is important
Lopa Dutt
They will never know
The secret kills inside
Family is life
Jai Dutt
My father is God
They dont understand me
I can give her more
Vina Patel
I wish he would talk
This isnt working out
I'm not my mother
Laxman Patel
Sense of loneliness
My daughter is my life
The past is haunting
Lata Patel
The love is long gone
Wishing for her to care
I feel defeated
I am not enough
I love my wife dearly
Living as his ghost
Eeshwar Dutt
Maybe its my fault
Whisky drowns my sorrows
Pride is important
Lopa Dutt
They will never know
The secret kills inside
Family is life
Jai Dutt
My father is God
They dont understand me
I can give her more
Vina Patel
I wish he would talk
This isnt working out
I'm not my mother
Laxman Patel
Sense of loneliness
My daughter is my life
The past is haunting
Lata Patel
The love is long gone
Wishing for her to care
I feel defeated
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