Insomnia

Don't loosen my grip
on this sweet fiction
dont give reality's sip
to break this addiction

Let me float in wind
fly in deep thoughts
dont let this end
after all battles I fought

I deserve this sleep
after today's plight
let me sink in deep
fight me another night

Final Paper

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It has come, Judgement Day,
I, like all, get up, and prepare,
There is no running away,

Pen and Pencil in hand,
I go to my exam class,
To make my final stand,


I see faces happy and sad,
Final paper, in my hand,
I think, an omen good or bad,


Like gas, tension in the air,
It all could violently blow,
With just a flare,


Sweat trickling down my face,
I think, "Will I get It!?",
The grade that I chase,


I shall do my best,
Because, I'm a fighter,
I leave on God the rest,


That in mind, the test, I take,
I promise myself that my,
Determination shall not shake,


Small Explanation- This Poem "Final Paper" describes the emotion a student goes through, on the day of his Final Exam(He/She considers the day's severity with Judgement Day). The state of turmoil his mind is in is described in this poem, along with some other elements, I Hope you enjoyed this poem,


Thank You.

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So Alone...

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Shadows in the dark,
Presence just as stark,

Like Needle in a hay stack,
Stormy night, Broken Shack,

A lavish bar,of a hotel,
Sits a drink-less bottle,

Sits a lonely black jack,
In a faceless card stack,

Friendship is a lone ship to me,
A drowning ship in the open sea,




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Smokers Nostalgia

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Picked up this little thing
At youth's time of spring

Unaware of a consequential life
Like a heart at the tip of a knife

With each pack it went deeper
Bringing The Bridge ever so closer

To take me from life to death
Invited it with every breath

At its center, I now stand
In front lies a dark land

Perplexed I see a flash back
Picture film white and black

A picture film full of smoke
Clouded more with every stroke

Smoke not of tragedy or distress
But, from a pack of cigarettes

With every inhale and each light
Chest struggled a losing fight

Earned wealth turned to ash
To update the cigarette stash

It was a secret a clandestine hobby
No longer Parents in the hospital lobby

Saddening, this picture film of smoke
Reform myself, I shall, if only I woke.




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My Shining Star

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Relentlessly, my heart beats fast,
Is it a phobia?,
This feeling, I get gazing upon you,
No, its euphoria,


Forever, I want it to last,
This experience, so bright,
If beauty is a shining star,
Then, you are its light,


My life's darkness, you illuminate,
With just a smile,
Gazing, how long has it been?,
I believe, quite a while,


No longer can I wait,
for you, to be mine,
No one comes close,
To your unrivaled shine,


From you, all that I covet,
One, single, look,
To read my emotions,
I am an open book,


Keep you happy, I shall, everlastingly, you bet,
Forever and ever,
Please be my shining star, in this dark sky,
Forever and ever,




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Foreign Student (Arslan Poetry Blog)

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By myself I stand, in a distant place,
People pass me by,
Apathetic, no hello or hi,
I gaze all around, no familiar face,


This is not, the land, created by my forefathers,
Different, it is in every view,
Not similar, even the scent of dew,
My loneliness fueled by the absence of my brothers,

Yet i stay, for academic enlightenment,
I channel my loneliness,
To fuel my academic prowess,
Patiently awaiting academic judgement,

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Rain's Message

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Oh!, beautiful rain,
Here you are again,

Using clouds to sing your sermon,
I wonder, whether a good or bad omen,


You make sounds, with clouds, big and small,
Incomprehensible sound, but heard by all,


Your wind sweeps through every through every window and corner,
You are forever boundless, from race, culture, and border, 


With cold water, you catch our attention, and bring us out,
Trying to convey your message, you shout and shout,


But, all you get are amazed faces,
Faces oblivious to your messages,


With wind in my face, drops in my hair, and your sound in my ears,
I wonder, how and why?, your message has been unheard of for many years,


Regardless, what we all wish for,
is that you will visit us once more,




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Boring Classes

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My head hurts, what is this feeling?,
Oh yeah, thats the teacher, teaching,

Giving his boring lecture, without break,
I struggle hard to stay awake,

"Study hard, each night and day,
Stay alert, don't cheat," they say,

Stay alert!, is it possible,
No, definitely impossible,

Because, they induce in us, sleep,
A hypnotic sleep, very deep,

They call us early and leave late,
Something which we all deeply hate,

I try to comprehend their sayings,
They seem to be mindless ramblings,

I wait for the bell, to energize me, and end this dilemma,
To get me out of this world of rate, Shockley, and sigma,

God bless the technology of the bell,
Made to get us out of this educational Hell,

The bell cures my head ache,
All my ailments with it, I shake,

Finally, to freedom I make my way,
And then go about the rest of the day,

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Nearing Death

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Is this The Feeling,
The feeling of dying,

Breathing heavily with my chest out,
My eyes losing light, nearing a blackout,


Not Feeling any pat, slap, or punch,
As I slowly lose my sense of touch,


My ears rejecting every air wave,
As, for air, I vehemently crave,                                                            


The feeling of life, slipping away, into an abyss,
Then Suddenly, bursts light, bringing bliss,


Coming slowly to senses, I hear and see,
My friends striving to revive me,


Saved by friends, and The Higher Power,
I feel the luckiest man of the hour,


Now I carry with me, forever, The Feeling,
The feeling of almost Dying,


(based on actual experience)


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