A day in a few words

early that day
getting ready to go
excitement
an entire day ahead

From one bus to another
five girls,
forgetting place and people,
the laughter loud but contained


a city, seldom visited by them,
waiting for a bus,
walking down the wrong road,
finally finding the correct house

Photographs to remember,
memories to treasure
good friends, good food, good times
the moments making time stop by its perfection

nighttime Colombo,
getting lost,
walking around, waiting for a bus,
a sigh of relief as one comes along

getting home late,
laughing at the things done,
pictures taken,
goodbyes said, but only for the moment

A poem for the best friends one can find, the kinda of people who will always make you smile. Loving people is difficult, but friends like these, loved forever, friendships like these, treasures forever

A ghost and a demon

to the world you have fallen
but to me you are an angel
my soul is still alive
but the world think I'm lost
they think we spread evil
a ghost and a demon
their chants and payers
coated in dark venom
they stare at us with no shame
challenging this bad power
what they dont know is that you and I,
we share a love so deep
trying to rid the world of evil
pure hearts with love and trust
all they do is retard the world
paving the path to destruction
fires spread and houses burn
people die and children cry
as we walk in our bloodied clothes,
we are the shining light

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my ship has sailed too far away
for your boat to come rescue me
while I float to a place unknown
you can wave good bye to me
I will live with you memory
while you sink all your thoughts of me
and while I drown in deep regret
you will let go of the life we had
look at the blue on the globe
that where I am, in my ship
look at the green on the globe
that's where you are, safe on land
during a storm, the wind blowing hard
I rock in my ship, scared of death
while the lightening colors the sky
you sleep in a bed, soft and warm
I try not to die of starvation
eating whatever food I can find
Not a day are you hungry
eating meals, fit for a king

Skeleton

the other children called her
a skeleton
her bones so visible
beneath her skin
they laughed because
they said they could
count her ribs
under her shirt
she wore a hat to school
to hide her hairless head
no matter what the
teachers told them
the kids always tried to
take it off
their laughter
bothered her none
crude jokes
brought no tears to her eyes
the silly kids
they didn't know
why she was so weak
and then she was gone
and they were told
why she was so thin
no one could say sorry now
it was just too late

different corners

tears, they fall down her face,

into a wave, the white foam,

joining the sea.

she’s cooking, a dhal curry,

to eat with rice and fried sprats

while she adds the salt,

a tear falls down her cheek,

alone since her children left her.

he comes home late, drunk

tastes the food, she lovingly cooked for him,

throws it in her face,

for it tasted like nothing, no salt, no spices

he’s running, away from his father,

who beats him for no reason at all,

sweat dripping down his face,

tasting salty in mouth,

as he collapsed to the ground

Memories

The graveyard that she visits

His tombstone, she worships

At his grave, she leaves flowers

So close they are still lovers

Death never was a reason to part

His love was still in her heart

How pure the roses so white

She stays there till late in the night

One day he was here, the next not

Like a breeze so cold, on a day so hot

Tears fell but the pain hurt not

Love bloomed from her loss

The days seemed so grey at first

Now no more for pain a thirst

His memory helps her to live

She gives all she can to him

Around his stone not a single weed

The grass well kept, so fresh and green

The flowers are those he loved the most

She felt the presence of his ghost

On a sunny day

She knows he sings with the birds

The soft wind he is

On a dark damp night

He is the streetlight

On a lonely road

He is the first flower that blooms

When winter leaves

Greed

it is all because of greed

that we forget what we really need

not being happy with what we have

we crave for more and lose much more

happiness, family, friends and love

we lose along with the white peace-dove

tied by strings to a life not normal

we don't realize our life's so formal

greed would take over and make us forget

how much land we really need

being not happy with what we've got

we'd spend more money on what we need not

losing our health, hopes and dreams

our lives will pass like rushing streams

missing the most valuable things

like the nice song the small bird sings

and the smell of fresh rain drops

and little hidden friendly shops

but when the clock stops ticking

we see the mistakes we've been making

forgetting the most important things

we spent time collecting goods

goods that we cannot take

when we leave this life we fake!

Okay, so this was written four years ago, if am right, for my English class. We had to write a poem on greed that had to rhyme and this is what I came up with.