with the passing years , I am growing, With the passing years, I am learning, with the passing years, I am yearning the paience, With the passing years, I am controlling myself, With the passing years, I wish to be better than the best i ever have been...♥️
The First Shop Was A Small One. It Was Packed. I Peeked Through The Crowd To Get A Clear View Of An Old Man Selling Youth. The Crowd Had All The Teenagers And Young Adults Buying What "ℎ ."
I Walked A Little Further And Saw All Women Rushing Into A Beautiful And Elegant Shop. I Pushed Myself Along With Them And Saw A Ugly Lady Selling Beauty. What Shocked Me Was These Women Were Beautiful. Alas! " ℎ ."
The Next Shop Had All The Families Lined Up And Waiting For Their Turn. This Boosted My Curiosity. The Shop Was Worn Out. I Glanced Inside To See An Orphan Attending These Families. I Asked One Of The Family As To What They Were Waiting To Buy. The Family Replied "Love." " ℎ ℎ."
In The Next Shop I Witnessed Naive Kids Fighting To Get Into A Dark Black Shop Where A Wicked Witch Was Selling Innocence. And These Small Kids Were Fighting To Buy It. " ."
A Little Far In The Next Shop People Were Patiently Standing. I Walked Past Them To A Camouflage Painted Shop. Wherein A Terrorist Was Doing Business With These People. Scrutinizing The Scenerio I Concluded "ℎ ."
I Walked Further To The Last Stall It Was Neither Beautiful, Elegant Nor Black Or Camouflaged. The Seller Was Man Selling Humanity.
Where realizing as I view that I've opened my eyes too soon– With it being this beauty here of mine that is the one who is creating this horrendous little tune,
And feeling, as I hear– With every single breath that she breathes rattling the room–the walls–and even the shingles upon the roof, I feel my mind, here, completely coming all the way unglued– For all I want to do is make everything within this room mute!
Yes, that's all I want to do!–
For I’m sure I wouldn't even be in such a foul mood if I wasn’t sleep deprived, And if this beauty here of mine and her snoring roar weren’t the main culprits of keeping me, my mind, and this night alive,
Though, hearing with her roaring of a snore that is beginning to drive me crazy inside– Yes, as she snores, there!–just an inch or two away from my side– I hear with her snore only growing more and more–
As I, then, within this second, try to ignore a chord of chimes striking once, and then striking twice, (With this clock striking three times to remind me once again of the time)
–With this night now being at least 3:03, 3:04, and could possibly even be 3:05, I know this night is at the most three or four hours away from seeing the sun shine bright through my window blinds,
Oh, and surely I already know I probably would just close my eyes– Yes, that's probably what I would do! But this little beauty here of mine is worse than any set of chimes,
And surely indecisive, (As I move the pillow over my ears while I'm consumed by an irritating form of fright) I move my body a little to the left and then a few inches to the right, Where I hear her demon's rumbling from inside, And screaming as if they're trying to come out and fight–
(Which is where I begin thinking) “Is waking her up really that much of a crime?”
For if she knew she was snoring at such a high decibel level, Then I'm sure she wouldn't even mind,
And thus with my decisions that couldn't agree more with my mind, I decide to slightly lift her head and wiggle her, (As I nearly tickle her left side)
Whispering to her as I say, "Baby, wake up, I just had the worst dream of my life! Oh, baby, wake up, I just need to see those sweet little angel eyes!",
Though motionless– There, as I try to keep my insane and crazy side inside, My whisper begins to intensify to a scream (As she refuses to open her eyes or give me a reply)
I continued to scream–SCREAMED!
"Oh, why, oh, why won't you open your eyes!",
And with her snore being the only reply that she could give me, It literally drove me crazy inside– Thus driving me as it drove me to climb on top of her body, (Where I grab her nose and squeeze)
As it's within the silence and in this exact instant, Instantly and unbelievably, I see I've hit a stride that I couldn't believe,
Yes, mesmerized! And content beyond belief– With her snoring, here, that has finally ceased–
–Casually, I proceed to climb off of her body (Wherein realization I finally can go back to sleep)
And in the silence, again, as I hear not a peep, I roll over, close my eyes, and before I could even count one jumping sheep, I hear a roar once more coming from this treacherous little beast,
And surely with not a second more could I go without sleep, (As this pillow, right here, has just become my best friend, and the most plausible way to get any sleep) I decide to move this pillow over her face–with my exertion at first lacking any tenacity,
But what I'd end up hearing would be like a growl or a roar of a wicked beast,
With this sinister snore of hers only increasing more and more with every tic of my heart's beat, I begin to feel my thoughts shift toward the sentiment of either insane or crazy,
(As my hands push with more and more of an intensity) I begin sweating–feeling the smothering warmth of her body's heat,
Though, simultaneously as I hear her heart throb and knock an unstoppable and irregular beat, I begin putting even more weight upon this pillowcase (With a galore of my sweat dripping upon these sheets)
And surely I have to know, (For it should be as obvious as could be) That if I put any more weight upon this pillowcase, I'd likely break through the toughest of the most unbreakable concretes,
And thus coming to the realization– With this crazy side of me that has taken over and been unleashed surely not being me,
It's here, against the greatest of restraints (As I'm barely able to climb off of her body) I climb off and begin waiting within the silence–
Waiting and hearing not a peep, Where seemingly prompting myself to say, Here, as I speak! "Good night baby–sweet dreams",
Though, I'd hear not a reply– As a reply was something our love never did need,
Yet, as I roll over to climb under these sheets and close my eyes (Where simultaneously it all has seemed) I have fallen fast asleep within a dream while holding my sleeping beauty tight–
Holding her as I squeeze– Holding her!– With her heart that holds not a beat–.
Neurocognitive functions of my mind A drought garrotted my throat's veins Calenders broke a mayhem with time Rotten the limes, gravitated on a terra Where nothin' to shine, shrines to hunt
_____a pouch of morning rays_______
A bicycle with a punctured tyre belonging to a poor attire, jounced Its basket consist of petitions and political parties came to blows in these papers made of eucalyptus they want to cut, halt the clocks ringing its bell he threw these on the doorstep of his lookalikes, I was in awe how the whole country is in hands of this newsie, staggered
____bunch of alchemists________
Trying to freeze the broken cobblestones in the fire of alchemy morphing facades they built castles of abhor in their hearts showing cupid's chokehold, begrudging This contemplate their narrowed tongues whether to be two-faced or mumbling dumb cascading the rainbows on helium clouds alchemist seems but hubristic hunches
_____poking mullock at art?_________
I saw a cloud of chortles taken lead with paper planes of destructive criticism and yellow munched sunflowers, laughing at the art and its artist, I hoped on the railing where cactuses grown I touched that rope on which a letter hunged blocking the sun I read the words, 'dug this well my artist gone barmy he mourns', I found a gnawed heart on which honeybees were savouring I abducted those layers scattered here there I asked whose artist you are ? A butterfly sat on my nose and said, "My art is alive but I died in the labyrinth of their laughter"crippled
/I went on Earth for a day but now I want a way out from this selfish bay /