Revolution,boy?

Some say that I am a love poet
I’m definitely not an over-analytical poet
Certainly not a political poet
Not a fight the power poet
Not a 'talk you to death for an hour' poet
But don’t you dare say I’m not a revolutionary poet
I don’t make conspiracy theories
Or talk about the government
But to me revolution
Is just evolution with an R
And I am steadily changing,growing and fighting

But if by revolutionary you mean talking in circles
and circumventing responsibility,
then by all means you are the spokesperson

I ain’t buying the fight the power act
love, life, and loss
that’s what causes a creative commotion in my brain
when pain permeates my person and pounds my peace
it is the real revolutions, revelations, and resolutions
that relieve my worries, weary, and woes.

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Revolution backwards. n-o-i-t-u-L-O-V-E-r.

Love resides everywhere.

Untitled.

Their fake smiles surround me.
I’m on the outside looking in.
Because I didn’t take wear the right clothes.
Well I think its time to spread these wings.


You never helped me.
You never listened to what I had to say. 
You never made me feel good.
You made me feel like dirt.
But still I call you my friend.


I’m going through this with you.
But it feels as though I’m alone.
I can’t call you when you're leaving.
Your bags all packed.
Because you've found a better more perfect family.
So as tears flood my eyes.
They pour down my cheeks leaving puddles on the floor.
Barely being able to speak.
I reach for the phone.
Dialing your number.
Trying to reach someone to tell me everything will be fine.
Reaching out before I die.
Pulling that trigger with the barrel pressed against my head.


I finally get you.
And yet you tell me just to go to bed.
Pain and hurt rushes over.
I’m alone.
There’s no one here to talk me to sleep. 
No one to help me through.
I’m stuck here in hell.
To never return back.
Can’t you just lend a hand.
Someone please help.


As I think that it is over.
I’ve watched betrayal from others.
And I don’t want you do to the same.
Finding a more perfect and better friend.
Because I was there for you when you needed one.
Now I’m dying but your not here.
I need you to be here.
Beside me.
Making me feel better.
But you are here. NOT.
Because I’m your old friend.
Im sorry that I didn’t wear the right clothes.
I didn’t have the any.
I’m not sorry that I was your friend.
You were like a savior.
But now you won’t even open up your arms to me.


I feel hopeless.
This trigger is pressed even harder to my skull.
Just.Pull.The.Trigger.
This house has come crashing down.
The lies.
The tears.
The screams.
Why won’t you just say 3 little words.
Everything.
Is.
Ok.


This is my last cry for help.
Just reach out.
As I’m reaching out now.
I’ve given you all the signs.
And you know too.
But you won’t reach for me.
I’m going.
Slowly I’m going further to that black hole.
Why can’t you just help? 


Goodbye. 


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No Problem. Dependence is not worth.

They don't understand.

I'm confused about life
It seems like no one understands me
Especially my parents
They try to run my life
But they don't understand
My life's my own to run
They can't run it
It seems we live in two different worlds
At two different times
They should know no matter how much
They try to control my life
I'll always rebel
I don't care about the punishment
Because they can't take away my
Freedom, hope, dreams, memories 
And people I love ever.
I wish they would understand
They never had to go through
The problems us teens are going through now
They would never understand
Back then there weren't so many problems 
Us teens face now
They just simply don't understand
Us teens


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P.S. We don't hate parents(normally). Just that we 
        feel that they don't understand us.

Are bunnies jealous?

He loves her.
She loves him.
Like bunnies.
Hopping well.

The others.
The distractions.
Everything needed.
To spoil it.

From the others.
There is one other.
He is fair and cute.
And he's got a crush.

She likes him,he thinks.
He is jealous.
The other likes her for sure.
Its in his eyes.

Now the other loves someone.
She is low.
She is sad.
She is angry.

She wonders how?
Why? Everything!
Why does she care?
Now he will have a question.

He keeps her secure,
Why can't she?

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Feelings cannot be trapped even
by the fishnets. Clean sheet.

Smoke up aerobics? Anyone?

Roll it. Light it. Breathe together now. Inhale. Hold it. And three,and two,and one. Exhale. Control your cough. Big happy smiles, boys! Hold your tummies in. OK, all together now... Breathe deep. Inhale. Hold it. And three,and two,and one. Exhale. Stop that cough. Big smiles. Be happy, boys! Release that tension. Now you've done it! You're stoned,on dope. OK, let's take it from the top. Chests out. Tummies in. Breathe together now. Inhale. Hold it. And three,and two,and one! X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O-X I found satisfaction in a ball of hashish. Shouldn't you do the same?

He's not okay!

He wears a smile
Puts on a mask 
Just to see how long he'll last. 

He's not okay!
Will he ever be?
He doesn't cry,he doesn't weep
Just spends countless hours losing sleep

Leave him alone he can help himself
By placing all his feelings on a dirty shelf. 
He's introverted. 
Wants all his feelings to be deserted. 

Keep your help he doesn't want it. 
He knows he's not wanted. 
So leave him to cry and bleed. 
It doesn't matter,he doesn't want your sympathy!

He likes being alone
No sins to atone 
He knows it's no help to pray. 
He knows all too well he's not okay.


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Isolation is always a very good thing.

Housewife.

Here lies a poor woman who was always tired,

She lived in a house where help wasn't hired:

Her last words on earth were: 'Dear friends, I am going

To where there's no cooking, or washing, or sewing,

For everything there is exact to my wishes,

For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes.

I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,

But having no voice I'll be quiet off the singing.

Don't mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never,

I am going to do nothing for ever and ever.

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No man can ever be a housewife. That's all. Women Empowerment ftw.

I wish you could.

I wear humor like a mask
Every joke and story told
Hides the inner me.

I wear my sarcasm like a shield
Every jibe and verbal thrust
Protects the inner me.

I weak my charm like a cloak
Every vivacious smile and word
Camouflages the inner me.

I wear bravery like a sword
Every swagger and proud retort
Guards the inner me.

My inner me loves peace and quiet
And analyze things for hours
My inner me loves to weep sadly
And observe the world like wonder.

It is easily hurt by callous comments
And devastated by cruelty and some moments
Its is soft as thistle and elusive as waves
And needs to be buffered by others.

I never drop my outer defences
And let you glimpse the inner me
You won't understand how gifted you are
Because you don't see the inner me.

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Advice for over-smart people : Practice what you preach. If you expect something
from someone also remember that they expect some things from you.
After all. Karma is a bitch. What you do,comes back to you like a
boomerang. Open your doors for knowledge.

Abhimaan.

Its just that I want someone special to read this. This is my second Marathi poetry. Short and Sweet stuff :P


Tuzha te niraagas bolna,Mala khoop avadta
Chaar Chaughaatahi tuzha veglepan,agdi aapsukach jaanavta.

Tujhya dolyat disun yeto,mazhyavarcha atonaat vishvas
Khalkhalun hasna tuzha kharach vatta jhakaas.

Tuzha to mishkilpana aani te khodya karna
Jara jari raagavlo mi tari,chatkan dolyat paani kaadhna.

Mazha pratyek shabd,tu kiti sahajpane japtes
Saang bara hi kala kontya shaalet shiktes?

Tulahi fulapramane japnyacha,mi aatokaat prayatn kartoy
Abhimaan vaat to mala maazha ki mi tujhyavar prem kartoy.

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P.S. I love you.

Haa! Its tough. Tried my best.

I don't think.. Therefore I am.

No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue,
No tales of unrequited love,
They were lost when I lost you.

No words to caress his lover's heart,
And gone the dreams he swore they'd live,
But alone within the poet dwells,
No uttered words... none left to give.

No music swells within his soul,
Just silence surrounds his heart,
And the solitude engulfs his world,
When the poet and love depart.

And lost the beauty he once could see,
And the glory he saw each day,
Now the poet pens his last farewell,
No more love can he convey.

But what's the poet's soul to do?
To release the love he feels,
For he'll surely die and wither,
If that love he now conceals.

He must hide the hurt and heartache,
Just smile to friends and say,
I'm fine... love doesn't matters,
And deceive them all that way.

For a different face he'll show them,
To barricade his pain,
To hide his shattered spirit,
From the love he ne'er attained.

But the pain within shall kill him,
Not soon but through the years,
For the poet knows his anguish,
When alone he sheds her tears.

And at night when dreams come calling,
With her voice, her smile... her eyes,
A single tear upon his cheek,
Hides the pain his heart belies.

For he loved her soul completely,
Was consumed by beauty's bliss,
Had shared her inner thoughts,
But never shared her kiss.

And when death comes to the poet,
And to heaven his soul ascends,
He'll smile before her beauty,
For eternity never ends.

So will the poet regret the life,
Which stole away the years,
No he'll simply recall the love,
He felt in all her tears.

And when his love has joined him,
And they meet in heaven's bliss,
Their regrets will quickly perish,
As they kiss their first sweet kiss.

And the words will quickly flow again,
From my thoughts, to hand... to book,
I'll not write of God or Heaven,
When upon your face I look.

So the poet's again a poet,
For the words were always there,
I just didn't see much beauty,
When your love I couldn't share.

So their souls will find the love at last,
That in life they could not seek,
And the poet soon finds the words in you...
The words... he could not speak.

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Gaming is good with CPU,not with your lover. It may be
harmful if he becomes your mirror image.

Title Courtesy - Godmother.

Butcher.

Who am I?

I am the Other, the other brother

The brother you would rather forget

I am the shadow shivering

Under the bridge

When winter comes;

The child selling cheap pens

In traffic jams.

I am the one you make fun of

For eating with my hands

For not speaking with your accents

I am the Other.

I am the one who does your slave work

I am the one who cleans up after your party

I am the one who pays with my blood
For your Eternal Frontiers.

Laugh at me, snub me
For I am not like you.

But some day I shall rise,

I, the Other.

And
I am, I will be
The stuff of your
Nightmares.

Fear me Fucker,I am the Other.

The other Brother. 

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The sin of silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.- Sir Lincoln.

Be a person of silence till you are not offended. - PISSALL.

Take the hand of wisdom's friend 
What is my name? 

REVOLUTION!! 

I'll make him an offer he cannot refuse.

The Don and their organisations are no more or less.
Crooked than the faceless organised crime of.
Governments throughout the ages.

Infact he did say that a lawyer with a briefcase.
Can steal more than a hundred hoods with guns.

And the law is designed to protect property.
So those who haven't any property fall through the.
Net and are ususally given a rough deal, by the same law.
Which is supposed to be equal-

To contrast this built in injustice.
Its only natural that a family will look after their own.
More effectively and more fairly than any.
Organised societys system.

I've met them all-bent cops, crooked lawyers, you name it.
Yet I'm happily surprised to say there is honestly more honor, loyalty and fairness.
Among the criminal classes and gangsters than there is.
In any 'so called' democracy-which is nothing more than a carefully.
Crafted facade of uber-criminality disguised as.
Society, uneven distribution of wealth.
Purposefully crafted to maintain the imbalance of power.
By a legal system that's utter shite.


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P.S. I ain't no band leader.