Billions of billboards and floods of commercialsBombard and pollute young minds and our valuesWhere social vices overwhelm visual materialSo, what are standards of beauty and virtue?Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.Lust and admiration, the thin line now smudged.Confined to the short-lived artificial aesthetic liesLimited to only the silver screen, but…
Here I sit because I did not chooseTo waste my life in the empty living roomBut in actual fact, I had nothing much to looseIt was the holidays, and I was young Here I lie because I did refrainFrom squeezing into the sardine-packed trainThinking of all those who breathe down my neckWill send me into…
My passionate flame is reignited,Rekindled.When I burnt my diary,I saw the jacinth, red and golden flames.They are just like the ones inside me.Ablaze and dancing,Frolicking, with nothing to worry.My soul is ablaze like forests of maple in autumn.Like Pentium magma seeping from the ground.All hatred, jealousy and anger within me are sullen, worn. It has…
Stamping feet and furrowed brows,There’s fury burning in her eyes.A flood of tears build up now,I knew I shouldn’t have told that lie She catapulted the nearest thing at hand,And shouted, screamed and wailed out loud.It’s as if she was devil sent,The inferno within her was raging wild. She breaks down and wails,And she lay…
Stop for a while and notice,The daily rhymes in our daily lives.Here are just some in mine. [Math class]Integration, differentiationSubstitute the values, and do the calculation. [Chemistry class]Alkenes go through many reactionsBromination, HydrogenationHydration and Addition Polymerisation.Every organic compound has a functional group,Except for benzene which is a carbon loop. [History class]And so, our dear Hitler…
Her dress is made of the diamonds of the skyHer heels are made from the golden spears of morning lightShe resides in the palace of cloudsShe plays atop of the bridge of rainbow When she wants to exploreShe slips her toes into her golden shoesShe dons on her crystal capeAnd a matching amulet on her…
Oh slumberYou’re a very interesting character.You come when I’m in a rushYou leave when everything’s in a hush.In the night,You make me feel like I’m lying on tetherIn daylight,My bed is softer than the turtle dove’s feather. Oh slumberYou’re a very interesting character.Do visit me, in the new year,Be sure to be here.At the right…
The mordants in their noise,the night transports. A means of coming tothe switchyard of the tongue. To have onceset such store by forced creatures.Not changed toward something of my own.The towns raised chaffed seas to ground them.In that frieze before storm you went on.Effigy loomed out of cornfield. Futureinside its trussed forms.
Sparrows swiveling the feederso the seed whorlsso the dove can come from its fixin the waver of cedars.Some one makes a husk notethat a pair can flare into as ifbuilt from that scutchof the undergrowth—roughening birds, birds skimming intoslits they fit into in trees betweenloads of the branches—through pathsthrough encampmentgo dozens who work the steep…
Native it seems to no partof the North American continentbut some islets offthe rugged scarps of the Aleutiansin the loose entablatured cliffsamong dwarf-willow tips.Known if at all by its silhouette(we can know such things by their silhouettes)the red-legged kittiwakeglimpsed in isolate parts of OregonCalifornia and southern Nevadasaid to go silent in winterslitting through snowthe red-legged…
