ashish shrestha


Talks - Poem by ashish shrestha

seein this ignorant sights,
i don`t even know why i`m here? ? ?
drinkin this night out, diggin my
brains out, i get the picture.
grasses are green, window`s clean.
what keeps me wake? i don`t know.
i can pass out, i can always come out of,
these feelin, these feelin, these feelin
i don`t wanna fall asleep.
drunken and quit, as long as i`m
wise, thats just a plan.
i don`t mind, not right now.
who said i run on track, i missd the
borin part, now that we are here; bored! !
to born new everyday is a blessin,
i try and keep pace with this chase,
its always changin, no point makin a guess.
so i move with the clock, i sleep and watch
it tick tock.whats gone is done.i can`t be
sentimental about non-existence.
to think of kite flying its own flight
is being very delusion; the hands pullin
the thread always manipulates.
well if i was a kite than i`d cut myself loose.
alaram bell sings for a new day to rise,
shut it up and close my eyes! ! !

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  • (6/11/2011 10:38:00 PM)

    Once upon a time, I'm bored and hungry.
    Tomorrow is the same as today, nothing can taking in to change.
    And there is something force me to take action.
    I want get in touch with the world, but can't find the way.
    There are two kinds of boring, don't want do anything and can't do anything.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 15, 2011


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