"Everyone is not worth your time. Remove your hold from them The truth can never be hidden And a sin can never be entertained What's stopping you? Brush off!!!!!! Supporting a sinner, and committing a sin, Is merely the same If the good ones don't stop the bad What will the bad ones do with themselves? Won't that give them a chance? To play the same mistakes on repeat? It's important to not let the music of your life, To get ruined by the distracting tunes of morons. Don't let the muggles let you down It's time to go against the wrong and sinful Even if it demands sacrificing the colours Do it. True love doesn't demand attachment True love doesn't keep a soul caged True love provides wings to fly.
The wrong one will find you in peace and leave you in pieces The right one will find you in pieces and lead you to peace. Beware!! Don't let blood sheds happen because of love. Don't let innocent lives destroy because of bondage Don't let the flowers die before they start to bloom".
She looks around... Flies hovered all night Above the blood blackened soil The moon left the sky The sky cried amid the savagery In grief, the clouds turned into rain
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You complain that storytelling is gory. You complain that storytelling seems to have become story yelling. You complain that storytelling weaves magic with witches and demons, not fairies and angels. You complain that stories smell of sweat and blood, not roses and dew drops. That they whisper muffled screams, not sweet nothings. That they glorify death, not life. You complain that stories shout ugly truths, not pretty lies. That they murder virtue, and glorify vice. You complain that storytelling doesn't work one step at a time, but rather rolls a dice. It isn't a make-believe world where fairness rules Instead, it's a world where cruelty reigns, And angels sigh And devils grin. Where happiness droops And sadness sings. You complain that storytelling is bitter. The opposite of sweet nectar. You cry that it is devoid of colour But it isn't my darling, it's simply grey It's simply a reflection of the real world Where tigers stalk their prey. You complain that there are no muffins on the tray But there are my dear, they are simply made of mud and clay. You complain now that storytelling mirrors the real world And of course it does. But my darling, it doesn't have to be that way. You see,even though witches rule, Fairies do live. And both bask in magic. And even though cruelty reigns Kindness does breathe, you know. Even though the words are bitter At least we know of sweet nectar. And though devils grin We do have the knowledge that angels sing. And murdered virtue can be avenged And glorified vice condemned. Cause darling, sometimes the rolling dice, Does give one, you know. And sometimes, just sometimes, you get a six too. Cause darling, storytelling is magic. Even though it may be black at times, You see, It's all a matter of perspective. COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL
Image credit to the rightful owner. I picked it up from Google.
I tried my hand at turncoat poetry, the results of which are in front of you.
Wrote this while I was supposed to be studying and got a nice scolding, but I believe all the pain is worth it when it comes to writing.
This is Part 1 of the 'You Complain' series. I was going to just leave it at 'You Complain', but then decided that 'Storytelling' was a better title. The second part of 'You Complain' will be up soon.