A PEN for TWO

I wish I could put it down; Love, on me, is playing pranks, But this confusion weighing me down Has me leaving the paper blank. The one who wants me? Or the one I want? My brain and heart would not agree; I feel their function is now to taunt. It's crazy, I know but I love them both; Friendship from childhood would do that to you. But then I love and want one most. What would you do if it were you? Mixed feelings, jumbled thoughts, Caught in-between; how do I choose? I am so confused. I am lost. Neither of them do I want to lose! ©Daisy.

  On this day We fought for the freedom And sovereignty of our home; We earned the right to be free And prosperous– To call this country our home! We liberated the right, From the colonial masters, To enforce laws, and we Made decisions on our own! Let him who conceives gongs Rhythmically strike his gong! And praise the efforts our heroes past Put in to save this nation  Of diverse tribes While in their prime! Let the loud hailer Pronounce the courage Of our great leaders! Those who stood for unity, And an undivided nation! ©T~genetics

I picked up needles to make stitches; Clean ones, neatly sewn in a straight line. Stepped into your life strewn with hitches, And made timely stitches to save nine. You screamed out loud when the winds blew rough, And I answered your call of terror. Swam to reach you through waves tall and tough, And heaved till I could get you ashore. I plucked roses from the jaws of death, Spread them like smiles on your bed called life. Gifts I gave that took away your breath, Those moments that showed I'd eased your strife. I had moved the earth to give you peace, To be that one friend– that friend indeed. But as I blinked, fortunes went amiss! Alas! No friend in my time of need. Now, on my deathbed, I just wonder Where you are in my moment of pain. Clouds race above as I slip under, Chased by solemn thoughts and a migraine. Hear the reaper call in his sweet voice! He calls me towards an austere dawn! In this, my friend, know you have no choice; You will surely miss me when I'm gone. Or wil...

  This, I never believed; The turmoil sprouting seed Of sorrow and bereave.  My body burns like hell As my heart continuously rings like a bell.  After a decade of masturbation,  Doctor said my prostate has gone into damnation. He said no child would pay me a visitation,   Only if I see the God's salvation. I tried to make a sigh,  A sigh of relief, But it is turning to grief.  Shall grief's bitter cold sadness  Consume me Like a winter storm  On the vast angry sea?  How can I fill the void And deep desperate need To replant my heart  With hope's lovely seed?  I can't shake off How my mind is drowning into the Ocean of sorrow; How my life is about to turn into Sordid bane of burrow! Myself is forcing itself to leave me,  While my soul is dragging me, To stop me.  I think God has forsaken me,  For this sadness is not sweet; It is bitter. ©Tgenetics

"Suicide is not the answer." With every new case, you heard that phrase. With every new vice, you heard that advice. But only because of the amount of truth it conveys. "Suicide is not the answer." You should have believed that phrase, If you had asked, you'd have been given a better answer; There's never a quicker relief for the pain, but there's hope. We found you yesterday morning; In your bed, dead and cold. They didn't have to say it was poison, I saw the bottle. I still just can't believe you're gone. The only real friend I ever had. The one true friend I shared my deepest, darkest secrets with; Secrets you swore to take to the grave with you, But I didn't expect you'll be taking them there so soon. We were supposed to live together till ninety, Be each other's children's godmothers; Terrorize both our children like our moms did us. But with one swig, you took away both our dreams. With one swig, you left my unborn child...

  SUICIDE IS MY ANSWER "Suicide is not the answer." With every new case, you hear that phrase. With every new vice, you hear that advice. An advice spoken from the lips not from the heart. "Suicide is not the answer." I would have believed that phrase, If only someone could show me a better answer; If only someone could give me a quicker relief to the pain. There isn't a better answer, the only other answers are cruel! The only other answers are filled with bitterness and hatred! The only other answers are callous and evil! I know, because I've heard them all, to questions asked and unasked. Questions regarding who I am; they tell me I'm a weirdo. Questions regarding my education; they tell me I know nothing. Questions regarding what I should do; they tell me nothing good can come out of me. Questions regarding who I should marry; he tells me to stay away from him. Questions regarding who to be friends with; they tell me I don't fit in. Questions reg...

I watched as she embraced her secret poison And saw as the knife caressed her finger  With a prick, but she ignored the lesson. She told me to go and not linger, For her mind had been made up after all And it'd be a waste to stop her, Since only she could make the final call. I tried all I could to buy her over; Told her it didn't have to end here And that things will eventually get better If only she would let go of her inherent fear, Pursue her dreams, and be a goal getter. But she scoffed and called me a fool; She aimed for her jugular while I screamed to no end. I could only watch as Hades made her its tool. For alas! I was only the voice in her head. © Khrystalz

 Having played my feisty cards, Rolled my gutsy dice, It still didn't appear to make a flimsy change. Why does life keep throwing limes at me When all I want to make is lemonade? No more could I bear the bitterness! Why does life keep going astray When all I want to do is to set things straight? Life has been a maze Whose piece I never got to put together. It's all hailstones here, no snow seems to appear. All so dark, no light seems to flicker. I sought my last resort– the knife, Which seemed to love me more than life did; I doubt life ever did. If so, it won't be so cruel. I stabbed myself with the knife, And I refused to bleed. I found the pain really amusing. Finally! I freed myself from life's bondage, And made myself the knife's hostage. Yeah! The felonious act I had committed. ©Royalpee

OUR CARELESS MAN Our man dins and sleeps with the biggest python, Judgment he takes from the old dragon. Suddenly, he became mortal master of the dragonflies; The selfish and pitiless giver of human ice.  Our man sings songs of his old papa, Tirelessly dancing in his woman's wrapper. Our man is of the fetish fatal chamber– Kingdom of bees and beetles– Vowing that sons of our great-grandfather Must be denied home, honey and water.  Our man's lips are foully bigger but extremely crimson; He speaks in the magical voice of the skeleton, And in that dark naked flesh, Bows his head, worshipping the lord of Bangladesh.  Our man's stomach is deeper than the bottomless pit! Our children's inheritance are pitted in it; Barrenness, sickness, hunger and death living among us. Nameless we are, waiting in pairs before the bleeding cross.  ©T~Genetics

  IN LOVE WITH THE KNIFE Anger, so sharp, can slice off all sense of reasoning.  It can sever ties and bonds that took so long to build. You act rashly and regret afterwards; And what took you minutes, days, weeks, months, years to build, In a flash you destroy it all, Because you'd made for yourself a close companion, the knife. You bashed it and broke it into pieces; A relationship of many years. And happiness, and joy so long built, You sliced it off without thought, In a quick swipe of the knife. In your heart, bitterness is rife; So deep you sleep and dine with it. Peace, patience, and calmness you evade, Because you're so in love with the knife. Just in a quick swing, in a smooth sweep you clear it all– The happiness, the source of joy, that fine relationship; You crash it and leave it to die, Solely because what you love more is the knife. You abandon true love, And away you push those who care. You nuzzle up against pain and resentment, Simply because stronger is your ...

ALONE I stay alone, Thoughts spinning in my head. Thoughts that aren't shared; That fill me up with dread. I stay alone, Feelings racing through my heart. Feelings I did not start, Nor can I cause to depart. I stay alone, Burdened but smiling. Smiling and sighing, For problems are piling. I stay alone, Encased in doubt. Would the future turn out Bright or plagued with drought? I stay alone, Plotting ways and devices, Picking virtues, dropping vices, To become better than what my life is! And so while alone I saw, That thoughts both bright and scary, Even the best discovery, All come while we are solitary! ©T.F.C.

  UNTIL IT WASN'T! It started out as a game; Money as gain, and added fame.  Twenty contestants to contend, And only one winner to present. Time and tide passed, Each other's secrets we shared. In a bid to know each other better, None of our truths or lies did we butter. It was a game...until it wasn't! The metallic smell of blood was the alarm, The body in the closet with the throat slit, the buzzer. Hard to believe, but we were in for a shocker! As expected, panic was awoken; “How did this happen?!” the question spoken. Each passing hour, we trod in fear, And by every second, we drowned in our tears. Time and tide passed, Each other's tears we wiped. In a bid to comfort each other, We all stuck together. We all stuck together, until we didn't. The voice of the one who strayed was the alarm; Her head bashed against the bathroom sink, the buzzer. Even harder to believe, we couldn't find the murderer. “By now you must have realized, you're not in a game,” Tha...