Neither is Puerility my best friend. Guess you had a hard time.

Usually it's the troll that messes around, but you are quite delirious.

See, I don't mean to be a bitch, but I just mean to be a tick.

Long Feng Glimmer is mah badass shimmer. He has a gender of a male but he lacks the balls of a whale.

Boo, just because you live in dat place of all of dem lame ass broke bitches, ain't got nofin on me. Dats right. You wanna make fun of mah African language? You better recognize who you are. Ain't nobody in dis damn world gives a shits about you silliness.

This is...wow...I mean... I have never... geez... I literally can't find the words to describe how amazingly racist this is.

Dats bcuz you ish racist yoself.

Moving swiftly on...

How about a haiku or two?
I find them hard to write but they're pretty fun.



Blue butterfly wings
outstretched on speckled flowers
blowing in the wind.


Lollipop shoes clip-
clop cobbled streets.
Rainbow umbrella collects tears

How far had he drifted

He watched from afar

But the more he gazed

The more he conceived,

He was gazing into a world;

Drenched in darkness

Into seas chocked with blood

The sun which once ignited his world

Was just a distant memory

Of a history now longed for

And a future once hoped for




Darkness had drenched his world

Chasing away all traces of light…




His heart raced faster

As he paused to think

Where was he heading?

What was in store for him?

Could not be concealed



Each day that passed by

Was yet another nightmare

If the sun were ever to shine again

Could he ever face it like he used to?

Without drowning in guilt and shame

Exposing all the wounds and blisters

Which were still ripe and sore?

Which became more dreadful each passing day?

Wounds which he tried so hard to hide

Which he tried so hard to forget

Wounds he could never let go of

Memories and dreams he clung on to avidly




Darkness had painted his world

Light shall no longer shine

I tried to capture an everyday scene with this one. It's supposed to invoke a sense of time and place but I think it might need a bit more direction. Here it is:



Polka-dot coffee
Cup

Dark mauve lipstick
Stain

On the rim.
Chocolate

Wrapper on the
Floor.

Crumbs of chocolate
Cake

Left on the
Table.

Well i post most of my poems up here(on my page) but whatever here's the last one i wrote.

Title: Love’s Final {Peace}

A boy once in love lays now in dismay.
You left my hearted dismembered and maimed.
Holding your love as something so sweet & so true.
Now squeezing it tight till deprived of blood & turned blue.
You let your words hold me up for now.
Never realizing I had long since hit the ground.
My insides turn at the very thought of your face.
Remnant scars reopened, how much can this heart take?
I, too bold to ever shed any tears.
Maybe my actions will make this picture clear.
Do you not see my heart still skipping beats for you?
Cut right from my chest maybe all I can do.
You live your life happy while I live in despair.
Sometimes I figured you simply don’t care.
But in the end it will all be alright.
Cause long since then my heart has filled with blight.
Disgust at the very utterance of your name.
Every wonderful memory shared now withered in shame.
So go now my love and may we never speak.
Because you’re a reminder how love is bleak.
My love for you, in the end, just wasn’t enough.
And so to that I say “who gives a fuck?"

After

There are no worse replies than those one-worded.
They are vipers that bite on reflex.
One-worded answers shatter my tempo,
imprisoning me until more is said.
Silence, at least, frees me
to imagine what I wish to hear,
explore what I cannot bear to hear,
discount the responses that will never be,
and list the petty crimes I might have committed.

How are you today?
Fine.
How is it that you are fine at all hours of the day, every day?
If there were sixty-one seconds in a minute,
eight days in a week,
and twenty-four years in my lifespan,
you would surely still be fine.

What are you doing?
Something.
Is nothing the same as something?
In that case, is an idea worth nothing?
What is something before it becomes real?
If I overdose on ambien, then chase it with enough coffee to stay awake,
will what I see but don't remember turn real?

Can you tell me when?
Okay.
Perhaps I asked for something too simple.
When and how hard will it be for you to journey to me?
Will it be easier than penciling letters?
Or will it be more difficult than writing a poem?

As dark as the sun as bright as night---> DAMN!!!!!!! I can't think of anything else I usual do it pretty quick this suck

A piece from last semesters portfolio.


The Angels and the Dust

Time stands stagnant in the melody.
Empyreal limbs twine between the notes.
Crude bliss clings to phantom rhythms,
as naked flesh trembles in the dusk.

Beneath the broken bridge,
He sits forgotten in the noise,
His time abandoned, forever lost
among the angels and the dust.

Poem by me (Srijan), I have this uploaded on my page from like 2009 or something lol

I am searching for something that lost it's name some time ago...
When the breath taking walls were forced to crumble as the people united,
at the very same time something silently cried out in pain.
Drowned out by the rejoice of humanity something began a road to abscence,
floating into an abyss it swiftly lost it's values and identity. Where is it?
Culture.

I am searching for something that lost it's name some time ago...
The familiar 3 words and 8 letters repeating themselves over again,
makes one wonder if it's impact is actually... fluent.
The expressions, the sensations, the aromas and inconsistent atmosphere
makes it's exact location difficult to identify. Where is it?
True love.

I am searching for something that lost it's name some time ago...
A locked treasure where the key must be passed from another
Where the consequence is a pleasure and the action unnatural.
It makes it's way inside all of us, but now rarely returns as gratitude
How did it loose it's way back, by something as simple as a cold heart? Where is it?
Kindness

I am searching for something that found it's way away from me...
It was once inside us all and certain people could share it, while others could not.
It was a sign for us to continue the road our hearts chose for us.
It was the creator of our passion and dreams because we were blessed within its shelter.
It was the sound of our emotions when we knew its whereabouts.
...When did we loose it?
...that sense of belonging