False Hope

False hope will creep again rapidly, when hope is lost
It is then acknowledged by the fool’s irrational heart
Oh the poor fool,
False hope is only realized;
Once the mind rationalizes the irrational decision of the heart

Battle, battle, and defeated again by false hope  
Yet the same fool, will await another encounter
Waiting eagerly, counting days,
Scouting like a brilliant tactician

And upon its return, the fool’s planned strategy
Faces an unchanged battle
Battle, battle, and defeated again by false hope
The fool is now enforced to wait again
Enforced not by you, but by his conscience

Given not your task, he promotes his life in discipline
Once you come forth, you bring repercussion:

The poor fool is now no more steadfast
The parent repercussion, seeps in his mind;
With both sons Hurt and Sorrow

The fool now ponders with a rhetorical question,
Why won’t the parent repercussion have another child?

Done By: Mushtaaq Khalil

It's the end of the road

The day I realised you were really leaving
The light inside me died
My soul stopped breathing
It’s the end of the road

How do you teach yourself to lie?
Saying everything will be okay
Even though you know…
It’s the end of the road

The only way I know I’m still alive
Is the horrifying pain inside my empty chest
How do you accept that there is no more hope?
It’s the end of the road…

I’m standing on a cliff
Do I jump or do I leap?
There is no other way
It’s the end of the road

It’s the end of time
It’s the end of life
It’s the end of the road.

In Circles I Trust

Sometimes it happens in this spiral of cycles
Before we have life, there must be death
Before there is light, there must be night
Sometimes this happens as, we journey in circles

Yes.

Sometimes it happens, life sequences cycles
Journeys of stars form, journeys of galaxies
Journeys of thought form, journeys of societies
Sometimes it happens as, parts form the whole

So open your senses, let it seep to your soul
For when there is night soon, light may follow
And when there is death soon, life may follow

So, do not deter
No, do not defer
Sometimes this happens, in a spiral of cycles.

Words

Analyse lines.
I long to speak in pen.
White pages, thoughts, crowding mind.
I scribble a fewer.
Pen slides because ink is wet as dew, black or blue.
Screw those who say i don't have a talent.
These lines come alive when spoken.
Build your courage and speak bold minds because poets are gods in their minds.
Unstopable thoughts, images, expreinces in life.
I envy those who write friction, instead of the truth the world deserves.

All i speak is the truth.
My diary is my confession booth.