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You don't just die.Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.

Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.

Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.

I wish...I wish I was a monster
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
Just friends
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.

I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.

Only stereotypes, can break you.

I wonderI wonder who’d care
If I’d crash and burn
At this very moment.

Because
I no longer do.

Because
I no longer have the fight in me,
Like an engine without oil,
I’m out of juice.

I feel cold.
Numb.
I wonder what’s wrong with me.

I wonder why I’m still here.

I wonder about these tears rolling down my cheeks,
I wonder if they’re a sign.

I wonder if I've given up.
I feel as though I have.

And yet
My body’s still moving
Drawing haggard breaths
That rattle into my aching, empty skull.

I wonder why.

Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.

Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.

They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.

They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.

That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.

The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.

But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.

But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th

PhantomWhen life
or fate
or whatever it is
that puts things together
and takes them apart...
when It
amputated you,
it left me
with a phantom
limb
and you are still attached
to my body
when I dance
and make love
alone

ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.
you go out for twelve eggs and come back
with half a dozen and a new girlfriend.
you hold the eggs out to me like
six dead birds is enough of a peace offering.

2.
i push the eggs out of your hand and stay
with my hand over your heart as i watch them
fall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.

3.
the eggs smash on the tile and splatter
on the cherry wood cabinets, newly installed
that cost me two paychecks.

3.
the egg whites hit your leather shoes that
you’ve worn for two months straight
because you think they make you look more sophisticated.

3.
the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touching
the moose mag

Dear friend,You have to understand, dear
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
Stop...
I run away because
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
...I keep stepping on mines...

ellipsisshe goes to sleep
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow

she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why

i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were

the punctuation.

i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
of goodbye”

brain squealsI beat depressions in the earth
for my brain squeals and waves
that burst in my wet ears
until something makes me drown.
I will. (again) V.

Virginia,

put rocks in pockets
and walk right in --
I'll drink your overcoat
until your throat weeps
and your soaked hair
weighs you down.

I promise.

with love,
Ouse.

P.S.
brain squeals are from cold sweats
sleep well.

I am notI’m not your little boy.
You’re not my little girl.
I’m just someone you met,
And wants to change the world
I’m not the prince in your dreams
I don’t have smarts or might
I’m just the one that screams
And cries to sleep at night
I’m not who you want me to be.
I will never be what you are.
I’m myself, I am free.
I’m not ashamed of my scars
I’m not that weak
You’re not that strong
You still have company
But I’m still alone
So I speak
Though this poem.
It’s not a pretty love song
I’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.
Because I am not perfect,
I’m not retarded,
I’m just like you,
Broken Hearted
Never forget,
There is always a reason to be
And I won’t regret
I’m always happy to be me.

TearsI am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid for you to see the tears

My tears.

Don’t tell me I have no heart.

Don’t tell me I have no soul.

For without them I could not cry.

You may not see my tears but they are there.

I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,

For the things I’ve lost.

They are silent tears, but they are mine.

So let me cry.

Let me show you I have a heart.

Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.

I am not afraid to cry.

then i burst into flames and fell i heard your cosmic blow

crack the crusted knuckles

of his hands

and

lodge itself into the mantle

of the world i cradl

Skylapse

Skylapse

And now I finally see-
The true face of faith that I once held so dearly

This sensation is somewhat familiar-
My thick tears become entangled

I clench my trembling fists-
As a regretful prayer exits my tainted lips
-
Blindly lead down this beaten path!
Reaching the end forces me to despise the past

Hymns of comfort have left me feeling torn!
This flawed cross can't protect me anymore

I always reached for what wasn't even there!
The darkness becomes clear as the light disappears

I kiss the welcoming abyss / Closing the rift I once lived
Clouds drift / Body lifts
Winds wisp / Tears twist
My pain and peace quickly shift / The over

Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulder
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul

To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes

Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity

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RaindropsRaindrops
From my eye
A tear drops
A pain held for so long
Lost the battle and drops
Seeing I'm all alone
My smile drops (fades away)
Asking for happiness
Asking for joy
Craving for love
Craving for care
On my knees
I drop
Watching the sky
Shedding people's tears
My faith drops
Seeing each drop of rain
Crying with me
My heart drops
My silent screams
My silent whispers
Venomous ignorance
My voice drops
Recalling my wounds
My scars ache
Inside me
My soul drops
Loosing my battle
Loosing my life
My defenses drop
Watch how I die
Watch me bleed
And your tears shall drop.

MY BEST FRIEND RAINMY BEST FRIEND RAIN

Today when I cried,
Somebody cried with me,
Letting me empty all my pain,
Shed every single tear I was holding back.
I felt like that somebody felt my pain,
Like I've felt its pain in past.
I felt like running with that somebody,
Letting my tears fall from my eyes
Letting 'em mingle in its own tears.
Letting my pain out,
Leaving behind all sorrows,
All worries…

Screaming,
Falling on my knees
Recalling the days without such pain.
But then I realize somebody always come to me when I need it,
Somebody whose always with me,
When I feel lonely,
Somebody comes to share my loneliness,
Changing it into to

The Rain criesTonight when I was on my bed
Slowly I hear its drops fall on my roof
From the window I see it drop on the grass
And on the leaves
I hear its soft whispers
I lay awake hearing the rain drops drip
I hear its cries
I hear its weeps

I get up
Head towards the exist
To feel the rain
To feel its pain
Feeling its cold mystic breeze
I embrace it's freezing yet gentle touch
It's so soothing
Welcoming me,
My tears to mingle in its drops

Do you know it has its own voice?
Try to listen
You can hear its soft whispers
Hear the song it splatters on the ground
Every single leave hears it
The grass embraces it
And hide its drops of pai

Listen To The Rain CarefullyDid you ever try to listen carefully to the rain
Did you ever hear it's silent moans of pain
Ever tried to hear it's voice of reason
Or did you ignore it throughout the season
Do you take it for granted
Expecting to come when ever it's a pleasant season
It makes some of you happy
Some of you sad.
Some of you recalling beautiful and memorable moments
Some of you recalling sad and painful moments
Some of you feeling loneliness
Some of you walking in the rain
Wanting your tears to mingle with the rain drops.
Do you cherish its presence?
In the fear of its evanescence

Why haven't you ever tried to listen to the rain?
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Ek Kahani Hai.

by ~isahrishs, Sep 11, 2012, 2:50:52 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Baarish k katron mein chuppi ek kahani hai,
Hazaaron ghamon, hazaaron dard sey likhi ek kahani hai,
Meri nazron mein chupa hai ab bhi aks tera,
Na maang sakoon tujhay, wajah ek kahani hai.
Dil rota hai barish ki har boondh k sath,
Meri baybasi ki ek kahani hai.
Chubhan hoti hai meri roh mein,
Tootti saanson ki ek kahani hai.
Mat poch is dil k tootnay ki wajah,
Raiza raiza howay meray wajood ki ek kahani hai.
Pocha hai jo tum nay in aansuon, is baychaini ki wajah,
Chuppay kai raazon ki ek kahani hai.
Meray lab pe hain ab bhi kai duain,
Hazaron khuwahishon ki ek kahani hai.
Meray haath ab bhi uthein hain duaon k lye,
Maanga hai kya yeh ek kahani hai.

Ek Kahani Hai.by ~isahrishs

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Something written by me after a lonnnngggg time :/
Im not so good at writing urdu stuff. Since i moved to Pakistan from Saudi Arabia whenever it rains, i get extremely sad and write sad stuff. This is what i wrote late night when it was raining.
Really don't know why i wrote this but sharing it anyways

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~Ata-Ur-Rehman Nov 29, 2012 Professional Digital Artist

Waaahhh.. boht umda o aalaaaa..

~isahrishs Dec 1, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you so much for liking it that that much

really means alot

~Ata-Ur-Rehman Dec 2, 2012 Professional Digital Artist

you are welcome

~isahrishs Dec 19, 2012 Student General Artist

~syedmaaz Sep 14, 2012 Student Interface Designer

nice

~isahrishs Sep 19, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you

~sohailali Sep 11, 2012

Nice.. btw you should be happy when it rains if you back from ksa, I currently in ksa and i miss rains of Pakistan

~isahrishs Sep 13, 2012 Student General Artist

I grew up in KSA, spent my entire life except for the past 3 years in KSA so i miss it beyond words can say. Yeah rainy weather in Pakistan is pretty amazing and beautiful but i still miss the rainy weather of KSA

And yeah thanks for liking my poem

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