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LIKE A GLASSWARE
'HAS NO HIER
JUST 'CAUSE LOVE'S NOT FAIR.
Ohh! School
School...School....School
We’re the swimmers,
And you are the pool!
In order to escape you,
We must use our stationary tools!
In the web of notebooks,
We’re the fools!
‘Cause of your rocket science,
We’re becoming loom!
You are the tiger,
With me in the room!
On your sight,
We became gloom!
In your library mountain,
We still are the cwm!
In humid storms,
Teachers are breezes so cool!
Even in the frigid,
They taught us to bloom!
Ohh School....school...school...
By-
Utkarsh Parashar
Your file was so big. | It might be very useful. | But now it is gone.
The Website you seek | Cannot be located, but | Countless more exist.
Chaos reigns within. | Reflect, repent, and reboot. | Order shall return.
Program aborting: | Close all that you have worked on. | You ask far too
much.
Windows has crashed. | I am the Blue Screen of Death. | No one hears your
screams.
With searching comes loss | And the presence of absence: | "My Novel" not
found.
Stay the patient course. | Of little worth is your ire. | The network is down.
Three things are certain: | Death, taxes and lost data. | Guess which has
occurred.
You step in the stream, | But the water has moved on. | This page is not
here.
Out of memory. | We wish to hold the whole sky, | But we never will.
Having been erased, | The document you're seeking | Must now be retyped.
Serious error. | All shortcuts have disappeared | Screen, Mind. Both are
blank.
Splits
Splitting in two,
So worthless in debt.
I feel so angry,
No, I refuse,
I want you,
I need you,
Try to devoid,
Try to destroy.
Without my desire,
Without my desire.
It is going so well,
Upside Down . . .
Thinking that
We actually succeeded
Giving up
Was a joke.
We knew that
Take my hand,
Drips of tears.
Fear,
everywhere.
My heart?
Beaten.
My eye?
My wrist?
What wrist?
My hope is gone,
done with.
slowly dying.
Slowly fading.
Happy to dead.
Smile to frown.
Me to nothing.
You to..
So red so warm
We bleed we cry
The blood
So sweet
So pure
It's my addiction
Oh blood is my way
My dark fantasy
My fetish
My mistress
I bathe in it
I taste it
I cannot stop
I thirst for it
I need it
The best
Your so beautiful
Your so addicting
I meant to stop
Oh I feel it in my core,
I love to play,
Sweet serenity,
*… Here I Stand…*
Here I stand
Of my past
Waiting to pounce on me
Of my heart
In a hope
Here I stand
With the cool gist of wind filling the empty pores of mine
Here I stand
I am looking at you.
Here I stand
Here I stand
Here I stand
Here I stand