Fear

Frightened am I,

Distanced from the world,

With the fear to express

And barred from rights.

Crucified am I,

Nailed with blames

And locked with sorrow.

Forbidden am I

With the fear to justify,

And I laid with fear to breathe.

Frightened am I,

To live and die

In this masked world,

Who paint thoughts before thinking.

Scar

I may never hide my scar,

Even if it disturbs you!

Never make me a star,

By wiping this ugly scar

And painting your tidy tar.

This scar never hides my soul

But your tar whips my soul.

This scar found my tale

But your tar gifted me a tail.

I will never hide my scar,

As it never irritates me,

And never degrades me like you.

Alliterates

A

Am I an apple abandoned by an ape,

Ablated by an aerial and aced above to

 Access anything out of amours  but 

Adopted by an artist for the ages.

B

Bliss is a ball of blessing,

Bought as a bail to block

Branches of bitter bravery which

Bite your broken beads.

C

Chew your clutter and

Cuddle your conflict, thus

Caving your cavalry 

Can care your cells.

D

Dare of death not of deal is

Death of dear dream which

Ditched your destiny.

E

Eat your east and

End your era  and 

Ease your ears to

Earn your engine.

F

Failed are fathers who 

Flipped their farewell to

Farm as fear of feature

Finished their falls.

G

Grave your grapes not your grades

Green your games and grant new grams.

H

Hear your heart and heave your heaven to 

Have high home of happy heads.

 I

Ink in the inn with innings of inner 

Innovators and ill is irrigated to ink the pen.

J

Jailed journey end in journal and

Juice of journal end in the jail.

K

Keep Kettle with kirtle thus

Kind king killed kennel of pain.

L

Loved log am I, left as lever and 

Levied life is lifted as link.

M

Merrier market marked more Melody; And

Musing mixed with melancholy was made.

N

Novel knowledge known as night,

Nestled Newton with newest knife.

O 

Offering is offered as an ode;

Ode to oar, my oath at this oasis. And as an 

Obedient observer my oar took  me to this ode.

P

Pack my page with paddles of poetic path

Pay my pen with pond of poem.

Pass my prayer to pacify poetic war and

Prink my poem with prize privies of poem.

Q

Quack quick with quail to quake with query, Thus

Quench quest to quay with quill.

R

Refined rose am I, 

Reborn as a rosary of

Rebellion from the

River of realism.

S

Serf of sermon am I,

Sergeant sepal of Senate,

Survived segment of selfish seine,

Sword slayer am I,

Sold the saintly solitude with a 

Solitary song for soul.

 T

Tavern of tale, 

Tacit by tailor with

Tactic tail stitched to

Tallow with tanned talus,

To be stored in treasury.

U

Unroll untruths and

Unsound union of unjust defence.

V

Vagabond with a valiant vessel, am I

Valentine with Valerian beauty

Valued at the valley for the valour among veterans.

W

Wonder am I, a

Withering women with 

Wooden dreams 

Wrecked by the wrath of wrinkles.

X

Xerox of my xylophone  is found with a

Xenophobic at the time of Xmas.

Y

Yield yummy yam in the 

Yard and yellow men yarn new years.

Z

Zest of zephyr  is blown at zenith and 

Zeal zonked zebra is buried near zinnia.

Melancholy

Wanderer of pain am I,

Scholar of grief thou;

Found new chord to

Fill the silent era

With melancholic notes.

Scavenger of thoughts am I,

Borrower of tears thou;

Found new ink to

Fill the blank paper

With melancholic idioms.

Messenger of sorrow am I,

Debtor of remorse thou,

Found new eyes to,

Fill the aged heart

With melancholic words.

Melancholy am I,

Curse of silence thou,

Found new vaccine to

Open the window of

Inflicted pain in tales.

Wonder

She is a wonder;

Among the categories

Where angels are failed:

To be classified

Either as a boy or as a girl!

But you are a phobia

Among the wonders,

As you burn them,

Without reason,

And wound them,

For your joke.

She is the wonder;

Who burnt their tears

And smiled at their Gods,

Not for their creation,

But for his blunder thoughts,

Which he possessed for your creation.

Depression

Depressed she was,

Hearing a lost buzz:

Of her soul,

Thinking about her last goal,

Diving into a deep sea of tear,

Without finding a reason there;

She carried a burning heart,

Which was wounded with a dart.

Her words were choked

And the ears too blocked.

And her soul  filled with blood,

Laid her in the bloody mud.