Tragic Comedy
Palak Verma
Save me from thinking about the tragedy I live in, Out there in the crowd, the audience shouts; they want to see me, Back stage, here I'm, fighting all the things that I had to go through, No friends, no fun; just bodyguards surround me, My reputation I don't care about, But I'd made an image, and I have to maintain it; All day, all this drama, makes me sick, someone save me, I've become an actor, living a tragic comedy. No matter what my life is, they need smile for the cameras, Deep down I've been crying, someone stop the lights and the drama!
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Palak Verma
@Madison Tyler thanks... ❤
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2018-09-03 10:26:39
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Palak Verma
that's definitly the right thing to me. I hope you didn't think I went through that, I ain't that famous. Lol. Thanks still, your comment will always remain here, for anyone in need of self motivation. Thanks.
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2018-09-03 14:45:03
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Palak Verma
yes that's right. Poets write from their heart and put their feelings into their poems. They also experience the feelings of other people around them and not everything we write is a story of our own personal life. But some of it can be. Like some of my poems can be entirely related to events in my life. And some feelings and emotional poems are the experiences happening around me, that I feel.
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2018-09-03 15:07:15
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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