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Swiftly Strong
She sneaks in the night like she always does,
She can't be seen, and she can't be touched,
A beauty can't be found in any shape from raws,
Weak, but yet so strong, She needs to be punched,
To fall asleep; Or else the neighbour-hood is on fuzz,
Awake; Without her pills, She will have an early brunch;

Another hard day, She leaves her heart aside in the fray,
She has alot of work to do, moving in her leather swiftly,
She has to move and hide in alacrity, to surprise her prey,
The males have for her lusty looks, but she looks at lust differently,
For those eyes which can't be filled but with hay,
And the real man in her eyes, w

BlindedWishing he had a sight,
Born a man with eyes so blind,
The beauty to him is nothing,
And so are the emotional binds,
He dun no what is what,
So he appreciates no good,
He never felt love,
When he spelt all his food,
He thought people are rude to him,
So he acted rude too,
He passed his life through,
Tried hard everything,
Till he became an educated being,
And to his career,
He is dedicated,
Feeling no shame to say,
Choice is not a reality but childish game,
And as he passed his life all along,
The more experience he gained,
The more rude he became,
The more detest to life,
disgust and shame,
Full of r

Turn your face away of meI dunno why
I slow down,
Everytime
I come close
to you,
Taking
all the means
away,
Searching
for an escape door,
Am I afraid
to fall for you,
Or afraid more
to have you,
Hooked up,
Pissed off,
Running,
My mumble
in my tongue,
Made me look
like morons,
Unable
to breath
like I used to be,
Disability
in my lung,
Turned her off,
Would you
turn your back to me?
It is true,
No;
is the hardest experience
I ever knew,
And I dun want
to go through,
Again
and again
and again,
I am
still
not used to, be
Turned away.

in the middle of the FogThe fog blinded the city and all was glooming,
Like the clouds in the middle of the night gray,

What we used to see as a blooming darkness,
And tease small minds with our seductive fakes,
When things used to change so fast,
And we just flew!
Like the clouds in the middle of the night gray,

We used to stare moon light, with stigmatized rays,
And clouds used to look like rabbits and hills,
Dreams we used salt bridges to dissolve,
Hopes, we filled our hearts with,
Till some fist came and squeezed,
Friends we used to call besties,
And memories we called our merry past,
Then we found that we spend our life time in a hast,

The CubeIn the corners of the mind,
Sat four, whom love to hide,
The four are one, but at different sides,
One is the rage of hell,
One is the grave of skies,
One is the normal phase,
And one is the emptiness of rainbow,
You never know who is gonna take the ride,
Question are been asked,
The answers can not be found,
Standing alone, In a book store,
And you go on rounds,
Confusion ate a piece of the hell inside you,
And Skies beneath, for you to fall,
Emptiness remained and the normal state,
Stood in the store confused,
Pshycosis of your mind,
You want to find answers,
No stupid flashing bubble over head,
Or a carto

Real Life StoriesShe wasn't ashamed of the nude shoot the whole class had on their cell-phones, but she was alil bit of uncaring, One of the brilliant students the High School got for the whole past 7 years; Sat the girl on her desk with her gothic look, and mascara shaded her eyes, and her hair covered half of her face, Teachers thought that she is mislead by the way she dress and talks, thought maybe it is some personal issues, problems in home, between parents might lead to all that, but afterall she do what she have to do, clever student, smart and never misses an assignment..

Her way to home was driven through on a bike that looked some how elegant dirt

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148.by ~GhuneiM

Digital Art / Typography / Conceptual

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We always create locks for ourselves, psychological barriers and live under our shells. We have a lot of creative and brilliant ideas but we keep them inside because of those barriers. We think twice before we talk, we blush after we say our idea or when someone asks for an explanation for this idea. We find it really hard to talk about ourselves or to express our mentality in front of public. BUT never miss a shot to tell an idea, it might be a word that changes the world, or a statement or a couple of paragraphs.

I don't promise it would be easy the first time, but you will get past your fear and feel great when you present an amazing idea, you will receive thumps up and a lot of admiration.

Say what you got, no one will say it for you.

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I will steal Gandhi's words, "Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it."

Insignificance is the reason of Happiness, Moderation, and Prosperity.

And I would love to share this magnificent typography with you.