I know everything in air i throw
but time enverstops to flow
someday in someway it makes me to realise
that i was wrong and it was right
in that situation i hold my emotions tight
every morning i want to be আরো meture
one দিন i will be i am sure
but He Himself made me and many
and He only knows if there will change any
i can't tell carelessness is absorbed in me so much
that it will not go even if i want to crush
Being reckless i throw up and high later it becomes reason for downfall of mine
after falling irecall this thing
without giving my eyes a single blink
just after a সেকেন্ড the world seems same again
without caring of gain i just সরানো on my lane to ভালুক a little আরো pain.

Two people...Boy and Girl.




They never met before that year.




It seems like a tale of old ages but today still stands.




Eyes meet all other sounds are tuned away hearing nothing but the beating of each others hearts.




Falling into the deepness of the Boy's eyes she gives herself.




But the boy had new ideas and left her.




Her last words was a four letter প্রশ্ন meant for the boy to answer and he never did...




Why hear the beating?




he never answered her and she today still hears the beating of their hearts intertwined in that long gaze.

I listen to the trickle of blood,
I listen but don’t feel,
I listen to my cry,
I listen to my screams,
I listen to the slams,
I listen to the blows.
I listen to my হৃদয় as it slows,
I listen to the door slam,
I listen to the sirens,
I listen to the beeps,
I listen to the sigh,
I listen to my হৃদয় pick up,
I listen to find that this will never end.
I listen to the cry of my voice,
I see the mans face,
I taste the blood,
I sense that there is someone,
Someone I don’t know,
That someone tried to stop this,
That someone had failed.
I listen to my বন্ধু cry,
I listen for the final scream,
I open my eyes to see,
That someone was পরবর্তি to me.
That someone had come for me,
That someone came to save me,
That some one I will always love,
That someone is,
You.
I listen to your voice,
As clamming as the sea,
I find that one দিন I will be with you,
Forever and always.

Once
a child had a dream.
The dream
that never faded.

Once
a girl had a dream.
A dream
that fades দ্বারা time.
A dream that
reality wakes
every time
she's sad.

Dreams
can be cruel,
imagination
has nothing
to do with reality.
And yet,
we still
live in imagination
partly.

Once
a girl made a wish.
But
happiness
doesn't live here.
Sadness is eternal.
And yet,
wishes are something
we still long for.

To love
and be loved,
unconditional and pure love
is what we all want,
a piece of happiness
to be ours,
sorrow to find its end.
Once
a girl had a dream.

Darkness is there light...
they hurt other people emotionly and physicaly...
Why do they do this...
i dont know... to mabie feel confort.. from being left out.... mabiey there jelouse of u... dont be a monster... dont hurt other people emotionly and physicaly... so dont hurt others.. dont be cruel ..but be your self.. dont let them bring u down to there level... ignore there crewl মতামত and tourchureious words... be you... dont let them hurt ur self.. stand up to them.. but dont fight with fists only with strong words .. be assertive.. give them a stern look in the eye.. dont back down... stay strong and proseper threw there darkness.. make light.. for light is ur key.. even if they hurt u.. make light come in.. and never back down..

Lust,
be quiet!


Let it burns inside!
Let my imagination
to be wild!


Be quiet!


Let me feel this moment
the way I want.
Let me feel,
I long to be with him.


Lust,
be quiet.


This thought
should be
locked inside.
He'll hear,
so be quiet,
he'll feel,
so be quiet.


A touch,
that's why
I dream even
when I'm awake.
Oh lust,
be quiet.


Those kisses
burn on my skin
and I want
to remember
that feeling,
I want to keep
that moment
as if it's
eternal.


I want
to dream.


Oh lust,
Be quiet.
He'll hear.

I heard someone whisper,
"Whats up with Victoria? Why is she avoiding me?
Then,
"Oh we haven't talk in a while either."
I wanted to tell them,
'Victoria is gone. She's replaced.' But I can't. Its hard.

You'll see what I mean....


Victoria was one of those who had wanted to keep the grades up.
Now she doesn't give a fuck.
She was so smart,
Now its gone,
Like finishing a poptart.

Victoria used to follow rules,
Now she doesn't listen,
Just becoming to like breaking the rules.
She used to wear clothes that were পরাকাষ্ঠা and such,
Now, she thinks its muck.
She loved to talk,
Now she's quiet,
Like a rock.

Victoria was so happy and nice,
Now she's dead and gone.
Like her life,
Before everyting went all wrong...

As I sat there,
All alone and stare
I overheard আপনি say,
"I প্রণয় you, Renee."
I tried not to cry,
But why?
Was it something I did?
অথবা did আপনি want me to be dead?

All I want is my pain to just go away.
But what way?
I did everything could,
But it is still hurting me, like any pain should.
I would do anything to get আপনি and the pain gone,
But how?

All I want is everything to go.
I tried and tried to see why আপনি do this to me,
But আপনি just ignored me, my heart, and hated the sight of me.

How could আপনি actually think I was going to be okay?
Okay about me and আপনি just being বন্ধু with that all to say?

All I want is that...that..
আপনি never hugged,
Kissed,
And we never fell in প্রণয় wit each other...

I tried cutting আপনি out of my life,
My mind,
Even my heart...
But nothing worked.

...........

I guess we never were meant to be..

i'm tired of pretend
i'm sorry it has to end
with all the fear and tears
i know we're done here

take his pictures off my wall
take them off and burn them all
i'm tired of all this hurt and say
just take it all away

i screamed
i cried
but i never seemed to know why
now i know আপনি always lied
so its time for us to say goodbye

i'm tired of trying
i feel like i'm dieing
this hurt and pain never seems to go away

im screaming im pleading
my হৃদয় has stoped beating
i wish all this would go away
and gone for he rest of my days

কবিতা Is very well
when আপনি
feel it as hell
dream with everyword আপনি write
to make the কবিতা pride
and shine through your mind
To see the light through your pen
কবিতা is a trip
আপনি walk in with your feel
and It's easy To heal
your heart
from the hurt
your mind
from nightmare
your hand
from the cold
and your soul
from the fear
It is Magic আপনি can't see
but It's your হৃদয় feel
So let your hand write
what's Inside your হৃদয় and mind
don't mind it
আপনি need it
go on your way
and stay
to write everyday
we need your finger
to be free
and never be anger
we need your words to
shine our হৃদয় with love
আপনি can see the moon with the stars
light your way together
through your darkness forever

I hear the whistle in my ear but don't respond.
All I do is admire it's authority.
It's ability to summon all who will obey.
The whistle is a leader, all fear and don't question.
We are not chiefs for we cannot order unless we can call the ones who carry out those duties.
The whistle is not a tool but a messenger.
Whom brings us together and whether forced অথবা not we work together and for that we respect this only God.
The whistle is a sign of peace.
Not an annoying ringing.
And that is why I only listen.
Because for me it is only so hard to do as I'm told.
But for the ones stronger and not misguided,follow the yellow brick road lain out just for you.
Don't stand and wait for others.
Obey your whistle.
Because soon you'll be the one blowing the whistle.

HOPE



Our world is broken,
It has been darkened
driven into shadow and uncertainty

we live in fear that disasters will come to us,
arrive on our doorsteps on take what we প্রণয় most.

that the light of দিন will never come out of of night that even the stars and moon shall fade away.

Will we be blinded দ্বারা hate and evil forever?

No

We will overcome this shadow of fear,
we will renew our world and
find our way back to light and goodness.

and when we learn to forgive and love,
the moon and the stars will shine brighter than ever,
and the darkness will be flooded with light.

This is my Hope for our broken world.

I crave love.
Not worth it.
I crave family.
Not worth it.
I crave freinds.
Not worth it.
I crave freedom.
Not worth it.
I crave to be desired.
Not worth it.
I crave a loving touch.
Not woth it.
I want my mom.
Not worth it.
I want to live.
Not worth it.
I want to be saved.
Not worth it.
SUDDENLY
A warm smile.
I am still not worth it.
A loving word.
I am still not worth it.
A gental love.
A warn voise.
I am still not worth it.
A light peeking thro the dark.
I am still not worth it.
I am still not worth it.
I hang my head because I know I am not worth it.

I see you.
I feel you.
I reach to you.
আপনি are not there.
My hand goes right through you.
I must be a ghost.
I whatch you.
I need you.
আপনি are a life time away.
I am just a ghost.
I call to you.
আপনি turn.
আপনি look right at me.
God do আপনি see me?
No আপনি dont.
আপনি look right threw me.
আপনি turn and walk away.
I am left alone.
In darkness.
I am just a ghost.
I have হারিয়ে গেছে you.
I whatch আপনি walk away.
I feel the pain.
WAIT!
I cant feel.
For the dead doesnt feel pain like this.
I run to you.
"I am here!" I scream!
আপনি look right pass me.
I am not dead.
Nor am I alive.
The dead I am is much আরো painful.
I am dieing form a beoken heart.
A হারিয়ে গেছে প্রণয় I can never get back.
Now I know.
I am just a ghost.
Waiting to expire.

Crying tears of blood.
Becuase my hear has burst.
Dieing inside becuase theres no way out.
The pain from being alone is to much to bare.
The only relife.
Is to hear আপনি voise.
Feel your touch.
প্রণয় and be loved দ্বারা you.
The razor blade is a comfert.
Feeling the blood drip to the floor.
Seeing it.
Hearing it.
Smelling it.
It makes me smile.
প্রণয় is always the best cure.
To me loved.
I am scared of dieing in Hell.
But it never ends.
Just know I প্রণয় you.
I miss you.
For I am always with you.
Waiting for you.
My only love.