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Ignore the infinite chills.
you are burnt paper meant to be left to fly away—
as dust. as memories to be forgotten. as once upon a time.
whether or not i could weather the painful decisions
i’ve inflicted upon my sensitive nature, there is no other choice.
i was left with no other choice.
you are the ever relentless wind amongst the storm—
of countless troubles and wistful impossibilities.
I will tire from thinking of you. I will tire of wishing for you.
someday, I will be rid of you. someday, I will forget you.
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Fleeting
Thine eyes speak volumes,
every passing breath seems like a dream,
for which love has left and lost was found—
in your arms as we took a moonlight kiss.
But all has been swept away in a swift flick of the wrist,
goodbye till morrow comes where no words are amiss.
It was as if it was meant to be felt once and nothing more.
It was as if it was a soft summer breeze escaped from closed doors.
It was as if it was just a hum of the fingertips against your hair.
It was as if it was nothing else but a memory’s exhale of air.
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How’s Forgetting?
I bet she regrets it now.
I bet she sleeps at night
pillow in a tight grip,
remembering that night.
Over and over again, she says.
Just to remember how it felt,
just to remember why to forget.
How life seems so spontaneous,
how it always seems to find its way.
Could it be fate just wanted to let her know—
that she can’t always plan what happens that day.
So when lips crashed, feelings soared,
only for one it seems, it can’t be ignored.
He’s not into taking risks, not into her,
not into giving up the past with another.
So she’d lie awake on her bed,
pillow in a tight grip, remembering,
in need of forgetting—
that one night of nothing.
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I.
She let herself grow
with roots beneath soil
that is old and worn
and sunset-dazed—
with endless gestalts
and make-believe fairytales.
II.
I seem to say those words to a wall.
It just echoes what I say, so empty.
My eyes slanted, small as they are,
see right through the depths of every word.
Every soul misheard.
In walls that are tainted with mistakes.
III.
Never be saved even when craved for.
Wave for. Once more. In tiresome, tiresome pores.
Hello and goodbye once more.
IV.
Incandescence filled anomalities
Engaged amidst raven locks
Within notes of auburn pleas.
V.
Hush hush hush.
There’re wires and chains encircled around the confines of these images and words. Screens with wide angles that only shows graying grains and the incomplete information just bouncing off my brain—
It’s not enough.
Clashing of Part A to Part B without knowing what the middle could be, just looking for that missing piece.
Shh…
Your hold is too tight and my head became light and I wish to open these real eyes to realize real lies.
Breathe. Give me some breathing ground.
You’re resting on the top pedestal with puppet strings on arms that seek to push those buttons to hear those words that are muffled by tape and fingers that seek silence.
Empty.
Truth that is not shown is never known.
And this internal youth is never ending when photographs are broken tendrils that consist of memories that never existed when lifted from gazes that yearn for knowledge.
And when your body has aged—
And your soul is caged—
Your lips tightly sealed and eyes closed shut—we require parental guidance.
We are held and deprived of knowledge.
And we settle for less because most never attest to what was said by the government.
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His and Her Circumstances
And there was this girl with no name.
Her eyes told her lies and her lips have become her fame.
She walked through the city streets with her dreams latched upon her head’s silky strands and with no notice
cut it off with her scissor-like hands.
The cobble stones of the ground she stepped on created noise she never felt before
vibrations with no sounds continued to pound on her soul and without a word
she sang with her eyes closed and she called it truth.
And there was this story about this boy
he said all the right things with the right feeling
but he never came close into making everyone believe he was a human being.
He raised his hands and touched the sky and couldn’t make out what was in his mind.
He was real, he was moving, but he had already stopped breathing.
So as he neared the ground, he gave the sky one last glance.
He felt the pain and he finally believed he had a soul worth saving.
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Sweet Confession
Oh sweet piece of Heaven on Earth,
No other worldly wonders can ever compare
to the highest form of your love, I dare–
Say that you are the time well-gained.
The mist that has appeared in these–
spectacles that have reflected you forever,
Has yearned for your eyes to lovingly stare,
Right back at the doe-like eyes I bare.
My lips are locked with secrets unrevealed,
But my heart’s pounding undeniably concede,
Words unuttered are completely overflowing,
And my mind has prevented to be blown in.
I love you doesn’t seem to suffice what I feel,
because I don’t love you, I adore you–
Much more than what it actually means,
Take me, I’m yours… for all eternity.
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Pretty
She said she was pretty,
With the way she always looked,
Others said she was pretty,
But she was fucking crazy,
And they were hooked.
Because all she wanted was fun,
She didn’t care others were in the run,
Insignificant others she would say,
And her life was slowly drained away.
Away.
In front of her mirror,
She watched herself grow grey,
Picking on all her flaws,
She picked up her knife,
And cut through straight.
Out comes the blood,
And she would scream at the sight,
It was ugly she would say,
And watched her life drip away.
Stitches were all over her body,
And she would watch as they stayed,
But she didn’t care,
She didn’t mind,
The ugly was out anyway.
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Little Bloody Mary
Grinds…
Little Mary
Can you hear the sound
Of your life slowly slipping
away
away
away
And see your eyes widen
Your innocence gone
Laughter with the sound of
knock
knock
knocking
The sound of his breathing
Behind you
He’s beside you
The echo of your screams at bay
Electric lights
Little Mary can’t you see?
He’s just there waiting
With his hands on your throat
And your lips open
screaming
Little bloody Mary
goodbye.
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Waiting
Chains around her neck,
Her eyes glossy and wide,
Beneath the metals fray,
Her death seeps through doors,
She yearns to get away.
Red, black, and rust,
They mix underneath,
Her polished shoes scrape,
Cobblestones beneath,
soundless, breathless.
She’s in for a treat.
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Lisa Dies
Lisa.
Poor Lisa.
Her head up in the clouds
happy and serene
but inside her heart
bleeds
black
blood.
Lisa, poor Lisa.
Shaken, unstirred,
lovingly unperturbed
painstakingly warm
the hotness in the devil’s arms.
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Touch
Your hands are spreading–
all over my body in circles,
And your lips stain my skin
leaving delicious little shivers.
The world unnoticed by us,
And the man behind you was
of no significant importance,
It was all about taking chance.
We kept our rhythm and beat,
I followed your dance with my head–
up in the clouds above a million feet,
And it felt so natural to experience it.
Your lips are my addictive drugs,
And I yearn to taste them more,
Your hands raise shudders on flesh,
And I wish it was mine that you’re–
a l w a y s t o u c h i n g.
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Spin
We’re like two different cycles
of different worlds, not alike–
It keeps going round and round
in the pace of speed and sound.
When our digits entangle slowly,
Torturous with precise intent,
My heart beats out of control,
careful, dear, it just might fall.
And I shudder with your words,
They crawl unto my skin in shivers,
Crystal droplets fall upon my cheeks
and end up below me in rivers.
Slow movements of your fingers,
As they play their sensual notes,
Upon my musical surface it rose
a series of blissful dreams linger.
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Gestalt
Hanging on his wall,
Was a picture of a woman,
Beautiful as she is,
Tainted by dust and old age.
She was loved in sketches,
Worshipped behind framed glass,
And memories placed in emails,
Sent to the present from the past.
Notes covered the walls,
In different sizes and colours,
They are there to remind him of how–
He met her, what he loved about her,
How she made him complete.
Even in the distance,
He loved her and hoped for someday,
Someday she would notice…
That he gave her his everything,
Without her knowing.
And with his last breath,
He whispered to the stars,
That she never forget the one she calls…
Daddy Long Legs.
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His Princess
A man came along,
His face rugged and a smile adorn,
He told me he would whisk me away,
Even in bloody silk and scrapes astray.
I was his princess found in ashes.
He would claim that he loved me,
And take me to his sanctuary,
Love me; worship me,
From the top of my head
Till the tips of my toes.
He told me he loved me,
And he hid me from the world.
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Connected Skins
They were born connected,
Skins stretched and lines adorn,
Their thoughts like a mind of twist,
Their love for each other not for twins,
But for the moon and sun feelings forlorn.
They would continue to play their song,
Even in the midst of blood and tears,
Fingers would sway in tune to the beat,
And the sky would blacken in surrender,
A cursed lullaby for the ears in mourn.
Reflections of night adjourn,
Rays of light rises above the scorned,
Pretty wings unfold and fly away,
Wishes brought to the Heavens,
Wishing they were unrelated.
Let fate sway.
Burden away.
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dreams are sewing machines. 