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the processThe process starts!
They come. They rise. They clobber.
Thoughts..these are twisted vines spreading everywhere possible over me.
The process ends!
I am buried deep inside the darkness of these vines losing my being.
one thingOne thing that has always inspired me with its beauty..
one thing which brings a smile to my face whenever i think of it..
one thing which has transition written all over it..
one thing which is my favorite colors - orange and yellow ..
one thing which is warm as a loving hug and cold as a conflict..
banging on the doorToday i feel like i have had a free fall.and i don't like this sinking feeling i get falling down because i don't know where i am going to land.it might be dark in the woods with slimey creatures around.it might me in the water which i am afraid would just engulf me and remove my existence.whom to trust now?
i don't know whom to tell what i feel? i know this sensation.it is in my heart.and it is definitely not love.and i know its not hate.its FEAR.its the fear of the unknown.the wrong steps that i might take.the unknown people i might walk with.fear of the darkness that i might enter.where to find the light?
i see myself standing outside in the rain.yes i can see my home.i am banging at the door.i am banging on the walls.but i am unable to get through.its like nobody sees me standing outside getting drenched in this cold cruel rain.its like the stares that i get are the questions at me that where is my home and who am i ? its like mouths whispering shameless things and giving impish sm
entwinedWhat is the difference between me and you
or you and me??
is there any by the way?
i feel it is only in our bodies.we are different bodies but our source is the same.
the same spirit.
have you ever wondered about this possibility or do you only care about the things that you percieve?
you see the world around you the way you have been taught.
you have never tried to unlearn anything to have a chance to see the truth that surrounds you.
believe me what you see is not even close to reality.
so it does not matter that our bodies are not in touch. dont care just because our voices cannot be heard by eachother.
we cannot see each other.
but our souls are entwined.and just for once if you could forget the bodies,these physical appearances.
if you could see through your body and touch your spirit,you would realise that you are touching me!!
completeMusic makes me happy.
It makes me sing and my feet swing.
Food keeps my tummy full.
I don't live to eat but still.
Love provides me with warmth.
Here,where resides my heart.
Misery makes me miserable.
Tears!! That is all i can tell.
Sun gives me energy.
It brings nostalgia to me.
But,what makes me complete
is bits and pieces of everything.
Without them I wouldnt be living!!
Only LoveLost in her sorrows,
tortured by the years of pain,
cursing existence and praying for release,
all her efforts were in vain.
Drenched in her blood
her body refused to leave,
tried all she could to escape,
but her fate she couldnt decieve.
Such an emptiness inside,
it echoed her strife,
alone she was left struggling,
noone to comfort her life.
Then the moment came,
it altered her everything,
An angel was to be seen,
divine light shining through His wings.
He took her in His arms,
picked out all the thorns.
She knew it was a blessing for a lifetime of love,
no more misery....only LOVE
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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