The room is dark it smells like gasoline. How did I get here? And where is here? Foot steps near, loud, and hard. It seems like they're pounding with my heart. Thump, stomp, thump, stomp! I'm so scared,whats going on? I hear a door slide open then a light comes on. I feel like I'm going blind. The foot steps are coming closer this man appears in front of me. He's old and grungy it looks like he works with grease cause hes covered in it. He smiles then he stops and stares at me. I want to scream but, I can't the taste of gas and dirt, fills my lungs. My mouths tied with something. He turns his attention to something behind him, he picks it up. He then turns around and shows it to me. It's a knife, the biggest ছুরি I've ever seen. He puts it to my throat and in those mere সেকেন্ড I knew I was going to die.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.
hello everyone! this is a collection of haikus i wrote for a creative লেখা class awhile পূর্বে that i've been thinking of reworking, so i thought i'd get some feedback. let me know what আপনি think :)
on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow
sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean
we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter
reaching for your warmth
i smile at আপনি and wonder
how আপনি smell in spring
on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow
sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean
we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter
reaching for your warmth
i smile at আপনি and wonder
how আপনি smell in spring
Ok, I just came up with this, so its quite unworked if আপনি know what I mean. I figure, I should get it out there and off my chest before I change my mind about a thousand times and this way, your criticisms should (hopefully) help me to সম্পাদনা it. Also, I havent thought of a title, so if আপনি can think of a suitible one I'd প্রণয় to hear it. ok, be honest:
Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.
Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
মিনিট gaps are found
Oozing through as water.
Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve
It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.
Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.
Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
মিনিট gaps are found
Oozing through as water.
Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve
It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.
My Life
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t প্রণয় they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain
প্রণয় is Like a Butterfly
I heard a saying once.
That প্রণয় is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.
I have হারিয়ে গেছে my প্রণয় this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.
My প্রণয় is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.
Empty
Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
আপনি don't feel at all.
Blackness
What eats away space?
What makes আপনি think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t প্রণয় they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain
প্রণয় is Like a Butterfly
I heard a saying once.
That প্রণয় is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.
I have হারিয়ে গেছে my প্রণয় this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.
My প্রণয় is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.
Empty
Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
আপনি don't feel at all.
Blackness
What eats away space?
What makes আপনি think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness
