"A Successful Cursed Life"

To remove all depression, dispersions

And to dilute this dilemma

To remove those painful memories

Those poor, ugly, thorny wild berries

To leave this city of fewer cruels

To get better ones with more accuracy

To break that bridge leading to the

College of lost, at any cost

To go to K2 to burn me at peak of both soil and ice

To do that again twice, thrice till infinity

To wake my soul up, for some real stuff

To form me again from deformed images

To release all prisons inside me

To capture my new captions

To release all blocked funds

By the ministry of the tears

To fulfill all promises with me by me

To represent more in distress than me

To complete all those unfinished tasks

That is useful and unmasks

A variety of horrible hidden faces

To say what's not yet said

To write all that we still can get

I think I need to tie myself up

With or Without a cup

Of Marijuana or Cannabis juice

Hash or Alkaloids

That is better than those Cyanides

To live a successful cursed life

"Tie", or cut your tongue with a knife

Tie yourself, You just need to tie

A poem by: ghulam MD or easternpen

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by:Ghulam Muhayyudin or easternpen.

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Poem " We have to Walk"

 Poetry is the product of the soul. ( easternpen )

Here is another poem by easternpen.

"We Have To Walk"

We have to walk, We have to walk

Whatever the circumstances

Whether it's the broken legs or hopes

Or the regrets, stopping you
And ordering your resignation
And forcibly forcing for the end of your force
So of course all that you got there
Is to walk and walk
Walk, until you are decomposed
Until your dreams are buried with you
Inside your cascade
Until you are a dead body
Until you are no more
But what will you do
If you got to do that shouldn't do

And do that again and again

Until you don't feel any pain

Or any movement in your body

And even there you got to walk
What will you do

If you stuck in an infinite loop

Where you can do that essential walk

If you become the residence of the blood pool

Walk? What? What a condemnation, "Walk"
What will you do

If your death will not make any difference

If even there your smell will smell the same essence
If you couldn't get relief in the world of souls

And you just continue your prison, "Walk"

by Ghulam Muhayyudin or easternpen

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