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Words.

Words feel on my skin like wildflowers and stay in my heart like the pretty snow,
They steal my sky like the shinning stars
Run in my blood wherever I go.

I keep seeing them floating in my eyes
they are the fresh scent in the winds that blow,
For days I keep running towards them to their land and watch the river flow.

For they are the songs that are whispered and bold enough to tear my skies apart,
I keep stealing them from cosmos
Somehow they always manage to fit in my heart.

~ 🧜🏻‍♀

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Ephialtes

I often find myself with the ghosts after the whole world goes to sleep,
The world say those creatures are horrifying
but to my wonder I saw them weep.

It always seems like their darkness is my comfort even though they suck out my light,
My world sometimes seems dull and shallow do they have it bright?

They know the colour of my nightmares and all the words that drag me below,
How the world starts slipping out of my body
whenever I hold on and try to swallow.

Breath by breath I try to walk, not sure about the horizon or meadow,
I was told not to go too far as hell has nothing to offer, now I know.

~🧜‍♀

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An uncertain journey

The thought of bleeding
and running out of love
is what makes the pen fall still,
Even though we can always
paint the sky yellow, but the fear
that others never will.
We always look for the spring
without trying to learn
the cold beauty of snow,
Why choose the abandoned cracks to hide
when it can be a place where we can grow?
One day without any warning,
ocean will swallow
the only earth we ought to call home,
So be proud of your heart I say,
for its a whole universe,
let it roam.
Even when your blood dries out
or when the world turns upside down
breaking apart only painting
you ever drew,
Let your heart
have this privilege
of being your first home,
try to look up at sky,
even if it’s blue.

~🧜‍♀

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Saline

“Why your poetry seems lost”
She asked me with a hint of pain,
“For I, a universe failed at being world to someone and this thought keep haunting me back and again.

Some days I weave galaxies other days fall down my own black holes,
Get hurt again and again still keep looking for souls.

Perhaps I have become the ocean who keep nurturing, is still saline,
I have stopped fitting in, an initiative to redefine my own boundary lines. ”

~🧜‍♀

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Exhibition

Words bleed out of my mouth
without my concern,
Keep leaving this body
with no hint of return.

I’m the master
of breaking my own heart,
with weird thoughts
and shattered hope
I keep tearing myself apart.

You can see me
painting canvas,
but it’s not me.
My scars are on exhibition
I don’t want them to be.

People come to me
saying,
You’re art inside out.
I can’t help,
Smiling,
I just wonder and doubt.

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Autolalia

Your heart was a hurricane
soul was a vast sea,
I miss the old times
when your words were free.
Layers on layers of impair
what have you become?
Let me hear this story
sit here, come?
Talk to me, tell me
where all of this went wrong?
I’m here to listen
even if it’s infinitely long.
You’re the closest to me
why still feels miles apart?
I know it hurts
we share the same heart.
Even in summer
your smile is cold as snow,
I never left during storms
I know, you know.
When I was painting sunsets
you were busy looking for rain,
I tried to show you spring
but you kept looking for pain.
It hurts my heart to see you
keep roaming here and there,
I yelp at your scars
but mostly cry over the tied hair.
I have always been here
please try to see,
Together we can acquire anything
I just need you, us and we.
I have lived with you
in between your screams,
cried for your laughter too.
I have always loved you in silence
because I know you.

~Me to me.

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Be a voice

I know it’s not easy, but trust me, when you refuse to be a victim, they are forced to step down. And remember IT IS NOT NORMAL, it’s NOT a part of growing up.

Let your voice be a voice.

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She wanted to be thunder
as never liked things to be slow.
Went to the counter in hurry for ticket
Was excited as she got a window.

For a 15 years old, seeing a bus
for the very first time was a big deal.
Of course she was afraid
but ready to fly on wheel.

After some time she woke up to
a weird sensation on her neck,
They boy next to him, asleep thought,
was touching the small of her back.

She ignored at once because was not aware,
But boy’s face was so close to her hair.
He touched her thigh and there was a visible cry on her face,
She was in dire need of some breathing space.

She thought,
“What am I supposed to do about something I can’t understand,
But I know if he is going to ask me, I definitely want to break his hand.
Mumma once told me to go with my gut,
My heart is hurting, damn it, my mouth can’t play shut. “

At once she stood up and started shouting on his face,
Such clear words, from a mouth full of grace.
She slapped him and made him to leave the bus,
And in that bus, her voice left some really powerful cuts.

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Poetry on my skin.

Proud on
shallow connections,
You thrive to earn,
All this fake affection,
Can’t be a good turn.

You ask me to fly,
But I don’t want wings,
My aim is already high,
I don’t need your things.

Your energy
revolves around the greed,
My strength
floats within trees.
Stop suggesting me to read,
I don’t want your aura,
please.

You want me to dive in sea,
I don’t care
about virtue or sin.
Oh dear!
You can’t tame me,
It’s poetry,
written on my skin.

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Forbidden

Alice and the rabbit hole,
You’re making me feel whole.
Sleeping beauty and spindle,
I’m drowning in your dimple.

Aladdin and the lamp,
You’re my heart’s stamp.
Elsa and her magic,
World can be better, just imagine.

Me and you,
I want this to be true.

I know,
There are consequences
of loving forbidden things,
But you’re the only one
who can bring back spring.

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Pain is pain

Every time you’re hurt,
You keep coming,
Your heart,
is a heart,
Others have machines,
just running.

I’m sick of these guess games,
Haven’t you got any other to blame?
Please, stop these claims,
Your agony is a result of,
your own flames.

Kept pushing me,
Whenever I offered help.
Now, when you are drowning in sea,
You choose to Yelp?

I too, have a soul,
But you kept digging hole,
Stop roaming around,
comparing loss or gain.
Regardless of intensity,
pain is pain.