My heart bleeds with so much bitterness.๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
I see the blade cutting through the brains of the blameless.
I see the birds encouraging their beaks on behalf of the bodies butchered recklessly.
Burnings, beatings, breakings, burials.๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฏ๏ธ
Better days seem to be boldly bouncing.
It baffles my balance and breaches my bliss.
My bag of memories have seen so much blood and bullets.
And what my eyes have seen my buccals cannot belch.
Even the wind breathes brutality.๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
My peace have met bankruptcy.
No bread to bite or break.
No bed to bend bones in.
The dogs are barking.
And our backing is bailing.
We've seen and suffered the backside and the backstab.
It has become blatantly unbearable.๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
It has benched beatitude and built the beastly.
The belittled battalion has beheld a battlefield.
The beatniks are left to bleed.
Our background has backfired.
The blasphemy has boomeranged.
Here I am begging God for a break.๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
Please Lord bring back my bucolic to pacification base.๐ณ๐ฌ
๐๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ฟ-
I'm a Brutally Honest & Muhfatt person.
So if my words ever hurt you,
I'm really Sorry
to say that YOU'RE AN IMMATURE
SELF OFFENDED IMBECILE.
Grow up and get a life.-
Everything outside your mind is brutal.
Keep calm and work on yourself.-
I can be very insensitive,
but at the same time very sensitive
to the people I love.-
They might have ignored
I'm a living creature too
But they must have considered
there is a life , living inside of me-
As I see her lay motionless on the ground, her body
completely cyanosed, I am at poverty of words to
express my grief towards her. Her soul has already
been uncaged from the cage of brutality. In my
purview, all I can do is, spread the mat on the floor
and prostrate before God. Plead for her entry into
paradise to be blessed with bountiful of sereneness
and mercifulness. And in the dictums of holy book,
the word "injustice" is nonexistent.
-
Ghost, does it seem to be a funny word, or it creates a frightened esssence in you.
I am the one who pretty understand them,
I am the one who soly Converse with them,
Never the ghosts left me away from their thoughts,
Never and ever they push me away from their taught's
Allah created you with a fire and me with volatile soil
Aren't you so cute, to represent the scary brut
Aren't you so cool, to shake off the fool"-
Yes I said that bitter is my go to taste.
Bitter coffees, bitter chocolates and
bitter gourds. Did that mean that I was
telling you exactly what to do to bring
my soul down? Cause you left me so
bitter. But just in case you don't know,
bitter don't taste good to me anymore.
That I take all the warm support from
sugars and spices to keep unwanted
scary thoughts at a bay temporarily.
I told you I see spirits but I forgot to
mention none of them are as scary as
your unhealthy brutally bitter moves.-