Binudi Wickramasinghe
@BINUDI
Hi! I'm just an amateur writer. I just love to write stories and poems in my free time.
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The man in the curtain
How peculiar, Every time I look down I see him His piercing eyes staring at me As if to do something evil I look up To vex and exhort But when I do He is no longer there How peculiar .
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Her life...
Day and night A new man like clockwork She cannot roam freely like others For she is degraded, humiliated and crucified Everything that she does Is to feed her hungry child Nobody sees her as innocent For their judgement come from her shell Don't you think she regrets it? Is it that difficult to show some empathy? Don't you see she has no choice? She aided for help But nobody came to her rescue She is a princess That was never rescued from the Dragon But all you can do is blame her When in reality you should blame yourself
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Red and Blue
Red and Blue The sun setting The ocean in it's graceful self What a site! Red and Blue Dripping down from her body Dripping down from her eyes What a site? The pain to leave The pain to stay How long will it last? All that she sees is... Red and Blue
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Which do you choose?
Which do you choose? A hierarchy, Where what you say and do Will mark your reputation For when you are gone Your name will echo whether It is good or bad Or... A group of companions, Where your loyalty will prove Whether you are true or not For when they are gone All that'll be left is You and your memories Which do you choose?
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We
We the chosen Ones are bestowed Upon with the greatest gift The gift of LIFE Yet we take this endowment for granted We use It's physical appearance To satisfy our ridiculous fundamental We the chosen Ones are bestowed Upon with the greatest gift The gift of DEATH Yet we see this as judgement for our actions We curse the creator for apprehending What is rightfully his LIFE a beautiful lie And DEATH a painful truth Two judgement days Days of joy Yet we mourn when we should be praising him HE showed us the way It's our choice whether to follow or not Choose wisely For when it is time We the chosen ones Will be placed upon the clouds or the flames
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WARNING
Do not be afraid, Child... For it will not hurt you It seethe in rage It's claws freed It's hungry belly yearns for a meal Do not be afraid, Child... For it will not hurt you But to all of you perverse mortals Mind your thoughts Mind your words Mind your actions For It's on a hunt A hunt for your filthy souls A demon like no other The pinnacle of death But, do not be afraid, Child... For it will not hurt you
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She is "corrupted"
"What an unholy woman!" She is labelled as a child of the devil Why is she defined as such? Is it the way she dresses? Is it her hair? Is it her foot work? The world would hide at her presence Not out of fear But out of disgust She was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth She did not had the luxury to enjoy her youth Her only companions were anxiety and depression After living the golden life Who are you to point out her faults? Who are you to tell her about life? When all you've seen is it's false beauty; Do not judge her as corrupted When you do not understand her
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Please...
I am not a toy for your lustful desires I am a human being who yearns for equal rights A bit of cleavage and I'm a slut? A bit of innocence and I'm the target? I live like everybody else Yet I am abused Why does these social standards imprison me? Why am I forced to bow down to the hierarchy? I didn't ask to be imperfect But I'm proud of my imperfections Is it wrong? Why can't I? I am human I am just like you But Please... Why can't I be me?
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Scattered
Blood dripping down from her arms, Blood dripping down from her legs, Blood dripping down from her chest Yet she feels no pain; no rage. Scars on her face, Cuts on her neck, The blade in her palm Yet she fight with all her might. The gun in her hand: One bullet, one shot To end her misery Yet she stops; before she makes a mistake. She hides her insecurities; Through her happiness, She hides her pain; Through her anger Yet no one knows the truth; for no one cares. No use of saving; For she is broken, Nobody can piece her together; For she is scattered all over Yet I am alive; bidding time for my perfect revenge.
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Atrabilious
What is life? Some might say It's beautiful Some might call it worthless What is it for me? I'm not sure At times It's magical Then it becomes horrendous Is my life worth it? I don't know To some it is To me it depends Should I end it? I might I might not To be honest... It all depends
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Why do you weep?
Why do you weep in sorrow, When some one dies? Is it guilt? Is it to boast? Is it to cause drama? Wouldn't you rather smile? As they had moved on to a better place A place on the skies with structures Of gold, it's roofs crested With diamonds Gardens of rose plots Fountains that germinates holy water A place that is ruled by He, Himself And yet why do you weep When someone dies?
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