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He is a one of the richest man in SAUDI AREBIA. ప్రపంచపు మెుట్టమెుదటి ప్రాచీన గిరిజన భాష/ చిత్రకళ "కాలిస్టామెాసెస్ "లో మీ పేర్లను వ్రాయడం జరిగింది. ఇలా వ్రాసిన పేర్లను మీకు ఒక వారం రోజులలో పంపించడం జరుగుతుంది. మీకు పంపిన వస్తువును మీరందరూ చాలా జాగ్రత్తచేస్తే, త్వరలో ప్రపంచ ప్రఖ్యాతి చెందిన వేలంపాట సంస్థల లో పది నుండి కొన్ని వందల రెట్ల వరకు మీరు ఆ చిత్రకళను మీకు ఇష్టమైతే అమ్ముకోవచ్చు. అందరూ గమనించవలసినదేమిటంటే మీరు మీ పేర్లను లేదా ఇష్టమైనది "కాలిస్టామెాసెస్ " లో చిత్రించమని ఆర్డర్ ఇవ్వడానికి ముందు , మీరు ముందుగా మీరు సాదారణ పేరుకు రు. 1000/- , సెలబ్రిటీ పేరకైతే రు.1,00,000/- ఈ క్రింద ఇవ్వబడిన బ్యాంక్ A/C No. జమచేయ్యండి. Name: KILLO CHANDRA MOHAN, A/C No. 329102010635947 IFSC code. UBIN0532916 దయచేసి జమ చేసిన తర్వాత మాత్రమే మీకు నచ్చిన పేరు కోసం ఆర్డర్ ఇవ్వండి. అప్పుడే మీతో ప్రత్త్యుత్తరము జరుపబడుతుంది. My whatsapp no. +919440302790. . . . . . . . . @prilaga #poetrygram #poetry #darkpoetry #instapoetry #visualpoetry #lovepoetry #slampoetry #poetrysociety #poetrybook #urdupoetry #writer #poetryslam #poetryloving #micropoetry #poetryporn #typewriterpoetry #prosepoetry #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead #poetryinmotion #spokenwordpoetry #dailypoetry #writing #streetpoetry #prilaga #poetryofinstagram #instagrampoetry #poetrylovers #poet #poetryselfie

lollipop. i have a steel box kept in the dust. there are some pills, two orange safety pins, his first note to me, a ring which he wore with his blue pyjama on saturdays, and lies the lollipop he once spit out because he didn't like the flavour. i picked it up and said that ill eat it because i loved it? i wrapped it around with a crumpled brown paper and preserved it. it still has his saliva around it and i love it because i have with me a preserved a part of his body part. and it makes me happy because i could never have him on a whole. i kept the safety pins, which he used to tie my bun when i asked him to, because it reminds me of his fingers that tickled my back when he slid my hair to pin my top. i sometimes use it to bleed my arms when there are no pills around and i can't sleep. i hurt myself because the blood from the pins help me. help me weep better because thinking of him sometimes dries up my tears and i feel it's an injustice if i don't shed it enough for him. i read the note in pink coloured slip each time i see him with the brown eyed girl, it soothes me because i'm sure he never wrote such notes to anyone else but me, because i remember how much he hated writing and he wrote that to me when he saw me crying for the first time and each time i read the note, i just pray that she never cries in front of him. on rainy nights, i pretend that he seeps in through my window to help me wear his ring. and i like thinking that way because i always told him i wanted it like this. on one saturday night, he kissed me and put this on my index finger, said he'll put it again when it'll rain. rain did occur after 3 months but he had already left. and i suck on that lollipop too, sometimes, because that way, it makes me feel i tasted his mouth, allover again. i miss him, and i just cannot discard the steel box because it has him, small parts of him, saved in a box, close to me. *** The pain of not being able to move on: The psychosocial stage of intimacy vs isolation. Read comment. Important.

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