A poem I wrote a little while back, inspired দ্বারা something I was reading... আপনি probably wouldn't believe it after পাঠ করা this, but I'm usually a pretty cheerful person. :)
Looking Backwards in the Dark
Our days are numbered দ্বারা the gods
and counted দ্বারা demons,
Our names are sacred and our trust
Is nonexistent. Those who trust, die.
Faith can kill. Having none will destroy
your soul eventually. No medium, it seems.
প্রণয় is terrifying and friendship
Is as tenuous as the short bridge of letters
that convert friend to foe. Good and evil
Take a thousand different forms in the
eyes of the beholders. What is true?
Walk a thousand miles with a lantern
and ask for names. Beware the dark,
Churches are no sanctuary against
anything. And a darkened human soul
Is too powerful. A black হৃদয় can conquer.
The perfect world is a pretty shell
Over a rotting interior. Forged in flames of
death and destruction, cooled with tears.
O the times! O the morals!
What is written is done. Spoken words
lose their meaning. Don’t even think about
trying to escape Fate. Call on the gods
And beg them to keep their power from us -
Humanity is not ready. But does anyone
Believe in anything any more? I do not know
And so we go on. Brother against brother
And friend against friend, lover against lover
In this senseless, never-ending war.
The fault lies in ourselves…
Ask: What is all this for?
Looking Backwards in the Dark
Our days are numbered দ্বারা the gods
and counted দ্বারা demons,
Our names are sacred and our trust
Is nonexistent. Those who trust, die.
Faith can kill. Having none will destroy
your soul eventually. No medium, it seems.
প্রণয় is terrifying and friendship
Is as tenuous as the short bridge of letters
that convert friend to foe. Good and evil
Take a thousand different forms in the
eyes of the beholders. What is true?
Walk a thousand miles with a lantern
and ask for names. Beware the dark,
Churches are no sanctuary against
anything. And a darkened human soul
Is too powerful. A black হৃদয় can conquer.
The perfect world is a pretty shell
Over a rotting interior. Forged in flames of
death and destruction, cooled with tears.
O the times! O the morals!
What is written is done. Spoken words
lose their meaning. Don’t even think about
trying to escape Fate. Call on the gods
And beg them to keep their power from us -
Humanity is not ready. But does anyone
Believe in anything any more? I do not know
And so we go on. Brother against brother
And friend against friend, lover against lover
In this senseless, never-ending war.
The fault lies in ourselves…
Ask: What is all this for?
I পোষ্ট হয়েছে this on ফেসবুক a few hours ago. It's a tribute to my grandfather, Paul, who died last বছর & his birthday would be today (6/30).
আপনি are the best person ever
One দিন we all will once again be together.
আপনি are so silly & one of a kind
If anyone didn't প্রণয় you, they'd have to be blind.
Your one-liners are still carried on
They're so funny, & I know you're not gone.
So, Grandpa: Happy 71st birthday
You're in our hearts, not far away.
NOTE: I প্রণয় you, Grandpa. R.I.P. <3
-Donna Lee
আপনি are the best person ever
One দিন we all will once again be together.
আপনি are so silly & one of a kind
If anyone didn't প্রণয় you, they'd have to be blind.
Your one-liners are still carried on
They're so funny, & I know you're not gone.
So, Grandpa: Happy 71st birthday
You're in our hearts, not far away.
NOTE: I প্রণয় you, Grandpa. R.I.P. <3
-Donna Lee
my best বন্ধু are in my hart
we could never be apart nomadder
how far away they may live
they always give
me উপদেশ and hope when i need it
and when i throw a fit
there there to সাড়াশিজাতীয় যন্ত্র দ্বারা বান্ধা me down
i am always bown
to them because they care
and they are always fair
my বন্ধু are sweet and nice and very helpful and when i need a hand
there never band
to help me অথবা প্রদর্শনী me the way
and every দিন i think of them
they are my best বন্ধু and i need them!
thanks so much kirkir and amazingme97 আপনি guys are the kind of বন্ধু everybody whants to have
