Mirakee
It is better
to be Alone ,
So that
No one can
Hurt you ,
And even
You cannot
Hurt anyone .
shinchan__lover
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Strangers think
I am quite ;
My friends think
I am out-going ;
My best friends think
I am completely crazy ❣ -
I really miss
someone in
my LIFE
But
That person never
Knew about it -
Don't aim for success;
Get training for it . -
Sometimes simply
Talking to your
BEST FRIEND
makes you better.
It's all the
therepy we need ❤ -
I can do everything
for you ,
Just because
I luv you.
But ,
Don't hate me
In any situation -
shinchan__lover
1w
Read MoreAlways you will remain constant in my life..wherever we go ❤ ...no matter how distance we go..you are mine forever and ever❣
You
- who give me a shoulder
to cry
- The one who can make
me laugh
- and atlast my secret diary -
My girl no need
to ask me
"What are you doing?"
Because
She can imagine
What I will be doing ❣ -
I Don't know what to do
Whether to be happy
That I am
Gonna meet you ,
Or
To be sad
That the schools
Are reopening♀️ -
I don't find
Anything wrong
In Jealousy ,
Because
I Am little
Over Possessive
About whom
I Call MINE ❤
-
subhashreerajamanickam
15w
Read MoreExactly it happens all the time... especially in the last two to three days...#Ma crazy girls @shinchan__lover❤️@dreamers_will❤️@ms_sakthi_❤️
When your crazy idiots are there along with you in the same social media platforms then sure your comment box will turn into a chat box.
©subhashreerajamanickam -
artistano1
16w
Read MoreThe days of dizzying madness
among the people during the holidays
flowed down the calendar,
and the calendar flowed into
the crotch of light women,
one quick death, and whiskey.
The city was so beautifully reflected
in the rainy street under that same sky
with the crescent moon
in the canopy of intertwined roofs.
I just sat and watched that picture
of that evening idyll,
while music came from all over the city,
and stayed somewhere down the street.
I am completely me.
It crossed my mind that
as a child I was afraid that one day
i would be left alone, under the open sky.
It seems that we never overcome some fears,..
I'm far from happy people tonight,
but I'm in a good place to watch them.
I will stay until the morning,
and on the way back I give myself
rehearsals and nights without rest.
And to forgotten poets… I promise.
A couple of wrinkles appeared on my face,
like some disgust
with the newly set standard and principles of life
which occurs in every form of humanity.
Money, cars, sex with plastic women
and countless sexual aids,
around which the planet revolved, ..
The nights changed almost like the promises, sometimes bright and warm,
sometimes rainy and cold,
but certainly short and worthless,
and seriously ill ...
But what to do,
such are the nights in the Balkans,
the barrel of gunpowder of the poor and thieves. What a beautiful night,
blessed is the one who has the last ...
And roll on;
It began as a whisper,
and cold fingers without blood,
they hug every day that comes.
A pandemic and petty-bourgeois trepidation, conflicts within me.
Your eyes,
fall on me like a warm summer rain,
I stand on that slap,
drums beat in the heart
and playing a happy role,
even though I'm falling apart.
God,
the years gather and multiply,
and they are already wrinkles
on the face of the eternal boy;
- Wake up- shake up- make up!
And one pearl in the dust go into oblivion,
Darkness in theatre,
so much silence that
i hear what has never been said,
here, or anywhere,
anytime or never .
In the mirror is crowd again;
Me, myself and I
Everything changes
and everything passes
like daylight before complete dark.
We become conscious,
but unscrupulous;
-exercising pleasure
to the numbness of the senses,
like when darkness
catches you far away in the woods.
Moscow, Russia,
the hungry stomach of the world,
walks at night
and the cold spreads through the centuries,
like the vampires
of every theater we will not enter.
And I did everything to disgust you.
I played for applause,
for eyes that can't see.
Played for food,
for deaf ears.
And wrote love songs,
for people who hate.
And spoke the words of a dead mouth...
How equal master and the slave are in evil.
How simple life is on this soil.
In my head,
the tenant answered;
I pay the rent in advance until May;
The carousel rises, and spins.
Texts, plays, roles, mirrors,
makeup's, smiles, cries,
costumes, dawns, days, midnights,
questions "why", "where", "how",
lunar eclipse, solar eclipse, star eclipse
and the universe gathers around my head, whatever,
Show must go on;
My eclipse;
The lights come on;
The curtain rises;
and life arises after death.
I took the mask and go on the stage;
Laughter, applause and fun begin again.
And remember:
it will never stop
- oil wars
- false democracy
- riots in the east
- migrants,
- vaccines,
- a trip to the moon,
- a cure for cancer
- serial killers,
- rasism,
breaking news flooded the world
And it will never stop.
Tonight I go out on stage,
and let the dead words into immortality;
- "Who will bury me?"
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