tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41953546341293138602024-03-12T16:57:35.162-07:00So... Where was I?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-23231183624085975142017-07-18T22:20:00.003-07:002017-07-18T22:20:24.220-07:00Vase ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I have been choking on the lump in my throat for quite some time now. And the temporary relief of lust has lost its touch as well. I realize now, lust is nothing but the bottom of the emptiest vase, with the void above filled with unperceivable loneliness. It's like a child's fleeting obsession with the new toy. You can never be sure how long it's going to last, but you know it will dry out eventually. My heart has been surviving at the bottom and every effort I've made to climb back up has been in vain. For someone who has not felt the dryness of their own veins in their throat, this is not for you. You are the lucky ones. You do not have to excuse yourself from a conversation because suddenly, in the middle of a regular busy day, you are reminded of all the "what ifs" that could have possibly existed. You do not go to sleep haunted by the memories of her sleeping beside you, her hands clutching on to your shirt because she fell asleep on your chest listening to your childhood stories. You will never drown in nostalgia like I do.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>So I pull up the covers, call in sick for the n-th time, and just lay in bed wishing I had the words to shroud my helplessness. The smell of you is gone. The wrinkles on the sheets are gone. You're gone. And I'm still here, longing for a place, a person, a version of reality, that I know doesn't even exist.</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-9242211579969959202017-07-18T01:31:00.002-07:002017-07-18T02:05:52.014-07:00Unfulfilled wishes ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="background: white; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Here it is,</span></b><b><span style="background: #979795; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
</span></b><b><span style="background: white; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">A body without a soul,</span></b><b><span style="background: #979795; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
</span></b><b><span style="background: white; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Just flesh, blood, and bones.</span></b><b><span style="background: #979795; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
</span></b><b><span style="background: white; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Here I clutch in this greased scabbed fist</span></b><b><span style="background: #979795; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
</span></b><b><span style="background: white; color: red; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">The sins, the wrongs,<br />
<span class="textexposedshow">The overburdening guilt.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">For whoever dares to love this filth</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Will ash up and flare</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Like tiny wish lanterns</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Carrying unfulfilled wishes in lost air.</span></span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-71432668710208267722017-07-18T01:30:00.002-07:002017-07-18T01:30:29.448-07:00Strange mind ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I have a strange mind of stranger times<br />Shameless is my speech<br />Conscious of my bodily crimes.<br />I drift like a leaf of Autumn's fall<br />Wired black, white and colorless<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />No sound made, no noise, no call.<br />I am the true fear you bury in you heart<br />The anarchy you want to let loose<br />So tell me, when do we start?</span></span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-77641879485203103402017-07-18T01:30:00.000-07:002017-07-18T01:30:01.797-07:00Neon lights ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I want to be the neon lights that buzz in your head in the blinding light of day and the distorted version of reality that keeps you up at night. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I want to be that chaos that glows in your brown eyes when hit by sunlight, expanding and dilating.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">But more than that, I want to be the secret you hush under your breath because you know you can never understand it yourself.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-63699717288916233082017-07-18T01:29:00.000-07:002017-07-18T01:29:06.135-07:00Promise ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Daze and glaze through darkened hearts</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">The ribs that break and tear</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Weeds of agony that grow under skin</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Mulch of melancholic fear.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Now I hold you in my arms</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px;"><br />Here forever you shall rest<br />Turn to dust and dirt and grit<br />No more will your heart explode in your chest.<br />Here tonight, beneath the gray<br />You'll nail scratch the sky to bleed<br />I'll gift wrap a coffin of moonlit covers<br />With a promise that it will be all you need.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-55008245481789260862017-07-18T01:28:00.000-07:002017-07-18T01:28:06.352-07:00Hulo ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Look at us, we're a mess.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">We both like those Christmas lights because rolling around sheetless beds while they twinkle sends the butterflies already fluttering in our stomach go on a crazy ride. We are clumsy, repeat clothes after sniffing them and have no sense of dressing for an occasion. I sleep too much and you destroy your eyes on the laptop screen. Sometimes we cook like we mean it, but</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px;"> mostly we just put whatever we find in the pot and eat it like it tastes exotic. Yeah, we read, but rarely. We have new books that lie around the room, ignored, but who delves into pages when we hardly ever have time to finish learning each other's stories. I tell you about the fat kid I was and you tell me about how you swung on the home windows while refusing to eat. We laugh a lot, mostly without legit reasons. We flick through social media in search of boys for you and girls for me and get high on conversations that drift far from reality. And on stormy nights, we lie under the plastic cup lights drinking wine and talk about how we'll miss each other. You sometimes pull my hand over your waist while you sleep and probably don't realize it and when it's 3 am, and you're literally snoring and I'm awake, I kiss your forehead like it's the last time I will do it. You don't know it, but you twitch your nose and sometimes, just sometimes, you turn and kiss me back.<br />We're a mess of unfelt emotions that float so comfortably without the weight of tags that we often forget how limited these sunsets are.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-69022080491273216112017-07-18T01:27:00.000-07:002017-07-18T01:27:04.406-07:006:45 ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I woke feeling like 6:45 pm.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Strange and disoriented from a sleep that wasn't quite peaceful, not because I had bad dreams or anything, but from all the fuzz in my head. I woke up to half a cigarette hanging from her lower lip, a power cut that had gotten everybody pretty jittery and a sky that was a strange shade of blue. I sat there and for the first time in a long time, felt nothing. Nothing at</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px;"> all. And I suddenly remembered how familiar feeling nothing felt, how light and how hollow; the kind that slowly drowns you into your own self. That was what 6:45 felt like: a stretched figment of time that seemed to have lost itself somewhere. But she sat beside me and we smiled and before we knew it, the clock had lived its moment and all was real again.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-49116356045766954372017-07-18T01:26:00.000-07:002017-07-18T01:26:04.096-07:00Perfect darkness ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; outline: none; width: auto;" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" data-gt="{"timeline_og_unit_click":"1","app_id":"124024574287414","action_type_id":"282366618453208","object_type":"instapp:photo","unit_id":"447280888645770","og_ref":"ogexp","is_intentional":"1"}">Aren't we much like these clouds?<br />Broken and whole at the same time.<br />Keeping ourselves intact with the friction of the millions of pieces that sometimes get out of place and pierce our ribs.<br />A complete picture of blue, or maybe black, or maybe a color not yet named by us.<br />Aren't we like the night when we sat in the darkness under the water tank, laughing like complete maniacs,<br />And it was only when the street lights came back on to fill in the surroundings did we realize how mesmerizing and perfect the darkness was.</span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="fcg"> </span></span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-66051781152175794022017-07-18T01:24:00.003-07:002017-07-18T01:24:49.034-07:00Brown eyes ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The room's not big enough like it is back home.<br />It's clumsy, very messy and hardly ever cleaned.<br />But there are two beds that join like bones and somehow manage to sustain our beings on it.<br />There's one window, with one view, that glorifies that one tree visible and lights up the wall that has all your pictures up but we hardly ever pay attention to.<br />Sometimes, it's 2 in the morning and my sleeping pills<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"> don't kick in hard enough and I lay there listening to you breathe.<br />And some nights, when the moon is full, and your face is towards me, I can see just how your eyes curve and your lips curl and how the skin you hate so much glows with such grace.<br />Some nights are sweltering and you snore ever so fidgety, ever so loudly.<span> </span><br />But when the morning light hits your face and your eyes adjust to the brightness,<br />That's when I realize it's so true:<br />Brown eyes are just brown eyes, till you fall in love with someone with brown eyes.</span></span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-12011147693750598402017-07-18T01:24:00.000-07:002017-07-18T01:24:10.809-07:00Dead things ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I have a thing for dead things. Or rather, the almost dead things.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">People, feelings, desires, hopes, aspirations, leaves, twigs and trees.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I like the way they shape up so differently from the alive. No pretense, no rigidity.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">They snap at the easiest blow and prick the strongest.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">They stand out in the lust of nature's art and refuse to waltz to the wild winds.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px;"><br />They make noises and whispers of the other worlds and realms they caress in and out of.<br />They're there but not there, both at the same time.<br />They twist time to stand still on the edges of their degrading selves and they make you fall in love with the truth of their non-existential existence.<br />In all honesty, I have a thing for almost dead things.<br />They leave behind the scabs of life and delve into another version of reality that is far from apprehension.<br />They are the proof of non-permanence and that is beautiful in its own raw way.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-65917397049526222942017-07-18T01:23:00.002-07:002017-07-18T01:23:21.097-07:00Lights ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Maybe the lights are more of us than we could ever be.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">But we're going to try and make a safe landing from this inevitable crash.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">And the only words that will resonate are your morning voice asking, "how do you know you're in love?"</span></b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-20381393140146434992017-07-18T01:22:00.003-07:002017-07-18T01:22:39.103-07:00Imperfections ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I like imperfections.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Especially yours.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">The tugs, the hugs, and the nags.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I like the hunger pangs after every two hours.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">And I like the random wrap arounds in the middle of the hottest afternoon.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px;"><br />I like your emptiness and the way it resonates with mine.<br />I like the silly faces and the voice overs and the way you always forget to hang your clothes after washing them.<br />I like your crooked way of sleeping and the frog horn snores.<br />I like your face buried in my neck the first thing in the morning when you're nudging me to wake up.<br />I like your procrastination and the constant irritability that comes along with it.<br />I like it all. Every crack, every creek, and every corner.<br />Also, I like all these a lot more than just liking. I might just start using the word, Love.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-16316244264007715432017-07-18T01:21:00.002-07:002017-07-18T01:21:24.608-07:005:45 ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">My 5:45s are weirdly nostalgic about something I cannot put a pin on. They're sad and happy at the same time, in the same proportion. But sometimes they're empty and hollow with orange blue skies.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">My 5:45s are hard to type out and harder to say out in words. But they knock on my ribs every evening and rustle much like the leaves outside my window.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">My 5:45s remind me that some things and some peopl</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px;">e will leave, no matter how much you wish otherwise.<br />My 5:45s smell like you. And sometimes, they even echo your voice. They hold my hands and curl their fingers in to mine. They carry the warmth of sleeping beside you, a habit I cannot ever shake off.<br />My 5:45s are mostly with you.<br />Distant. But they're always you.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-75392853013552623842017-07-18T01:20:00.003-07:002017-07-18T01:20:33.971-07:00My demons ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I'm terrified of the demons that lurk within me</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">The ones that send my brain into overdrive</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">They remind me that the night is long and the days short now</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">And they have unraveled my secrets like dug out bones</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I'm terrified because they remind me, I'm one of them.</span></span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-11397248226730062162017-07-18T01:17:00.004-07:002017-07-18T01:17:24.048-07:00Hollow yearning ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>But sometimes I yearn for something I do not have the words to define. I cannot point to a particular thing or place or person or emotion and say, "I want that". So I just sit there with my ribs crumbling down to my bones and I feel the universe whoring up on my time. Whoever said that empty spaces have no weight, was so wrong.</b></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-78150988416659543172017-03-14T04:54:00.000-07:002017-03-14T04:55:54.662-07:00That is what poetry is ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">That is what poetry is</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The picked at scars on a hurting chest</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Some that bleed with memories</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And some that are healing</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Slow and steady</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The struggle of getting up every morning</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Grabbing your pieces again</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And reassuring yourself that you will survive</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It is that nasty knot in your throat you carry around</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Inside your composed and calm self</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The mid day panic attacks of your missing self</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The hopes you feel crumbling within</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">More than that,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It is the what ifs and maybes that bleed in your ears</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And the slow realization that you have to let go </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Of the part of yourself that you loved the most,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The one you sacrificed,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The part that made you truly happy.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And whatever else remains in the hollowness,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">That is what poetry is.</span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-26513070486867526772017-03-11T01:01:00.001-08:002017-03-11T01:01:51.459-08:00You...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You are the broken piece that hurts and pierces me inside.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You are bloodied pages I set fire to,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The thoughts I sacrifice my nights for.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You are the morning voice I miss</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The sleepy noises that I crave.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The smell that lingers on my sheets.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You are the ruins of everything I want to discard</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Pack up in a big bag and throw it far in to the ocean.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You are the cigarettes and alcohol that refuse to leave</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The scars on everything hopeful</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Your confused heart is the reason I'm here</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Wanting you and almost telling you the same.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You are everything I wanted engraved on me,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Everything that will always remain empty.</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-22479997290209985872017-03-11T00:29:00.002-08:002017-03-11T00:29:54.104-08:00...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We were the worst thing to happen to us</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>A wildfire on a frozen body</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Raging madness on an unclaimed heart</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Recklessness through a nebula</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We were the poison that separates us from the world</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The toxins we warned each other about</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We were never a love story in a small coffee shop</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We were nuclear outbreaks waiting to fall apart</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You cannot make poetry out of ruins.</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-75532324380935453202017-03-11T00:21:00.001-08:002017-03-11T00:21:28.871-08:00Talk ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>One day we will talk.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Leave aside the strangers that drift apart within us</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We will inject our veins with the cheapest wine and untwist our tongues.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I will tell you my thoughts and you will elucidate your silence.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I will lay bare the questions that consume me in the bright light of day</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And you will answer with sheer obscenity. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We will talk about the way we still remained strangers between sheets</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And everything we have been in reality.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>There will be nudity in words and raw statements of truth.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>One day we will talk and it will haunt you forever.</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-34783540419350128732017-03-11T00:14:00.001-08:002017-03-11T00:14:29.843-08:00I Laughed ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I laughed.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I lay beside you and I laughed.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>At the humbles jokes,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>At my breaking heart.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I lay there intoxicated by the way your tongue promised forever</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>By the scars on my abandoned ribs.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We talked of music and men</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Of numbered days, of infinities.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I laid there, two different people inside out,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>One clutching on to the hopeless imaginary figment,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>One with whisky blood.</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-46890381382104194132016-06-01T02:27:00.000-07:002016-06-01T02:27:07.991-07:00Never human ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are
never human<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are
always less or so much more<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are
phoenix fires through grey mountains<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Or maybe
stars we gazed upon, we are them<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We broke
and fell upon mirages of ecstasy<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>To rise up
as cratered fragments<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are
inked down particles <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Running through
each other’s veins<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Like frantic
atoms in a lost space<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are the
gentle blows of winds<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>On the face
of haywire tornadoes<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Or are we
that as well?<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are the
supernatural things haunting one another<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>In sleepless
nights with drifted minds<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are the
silver drawn chariots of a sun scorched rainbow<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The divine
comedy of lives<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Or maybe
the swirling twirling smoke<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Passed from
burnt bitter lungs<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are
blood tears that flow at every sunset<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are the
stares for kisses<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The handshakes
for ravaging love<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The smiles
for a knee cut child<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We are the
flocking metaphors for crumbled poems<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The voice
of the mute<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The one
syllable to eternity.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-13900636536966116132016-06-01T01:51:00.002-07:002016-06-01T01:51:48.867-07:00Intangible more ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I want the
intangible more<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The
un-burnt hells and the unscathed heavens<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Stormed out
words raging from within you<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Hail and
cloudbursts of your glorious soul<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The calm of
restless fingers in mine<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The peace
that comes with you sighs<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I want the
intangible more<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The
clasping pieces of your piecing heart<br />
The washed out words said under your breath<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The presses
and pulls on your carefully carved ribs<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Havoc born
from your salvation looks<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Slow smiles
of unreformed sin<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I want the
intangible more<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Terrors of
lonely bodies<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Wandering
hands in a known strange night<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The ravaging
kisses of fingertips on skin<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The
un-quenched lust of your eyes<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The soft
moans and the loud gasps<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I want the
intangible more.<br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" />
<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-1544223714511646562016-06-01T01:50:00.000-07:002016-06-01T01:50:32.042-07:00Quarter spirit ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>That was one heavy
night<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>When the blank
space <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Between us and the
moon<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Slowly swirled
around us<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Made of wholesome
nothingness<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And bred on fury<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>We saw remnants of
all that we had left behind<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Breaths and souls
and everything else<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Two half people of
quarter spirits<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Aghast by the
thought of salvation<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And the night
stood still<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>While we carefully
picked our pieces<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And In a desperate
attempt to join them<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Made a beautiful haunted
shadow<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>That still blooms<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Where we shed out
last drop.</b></span><span style="font-family: Mom´sTypewriter;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-31856139650862160002016-06-01T01:49:00.000-07:002016-06-01T01:49:18.647-07:00Whore love ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I remember you<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Your incessant
attempt <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>To make love to
smoky reality<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>The way you
trembled with the touch of life<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Aroused and
bleeding lips<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Tired pelvic and
collarbones exposed<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>With the chaos
that reigned through the days<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Desperate tries to
lie down <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>On bare bodies of
passed seconds<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Memories you
forced inside you<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Heavy breathing
and cold sweats of days<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Maddening whore
love<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Made to time.</b></span><span style="font-family: Mom´sTypewriter;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00778962659413713860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195354634129313860.post-61553361851909474372016-06-01T01:47:00.003-07:002016-06-01T01:47:55.629-07:00Stitches ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>With your touch<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I swear I feel the
seams of my stiches<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Blending into my
skin<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Matting out and
bleeding in<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I hear the
crackling sound of blood vessels forming<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And the silent
gush of blood through and through<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I feel the cracks
filling up<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Love and sex<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Incomplete
wholeness taking over me<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And for once I
know<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>With your skin on
mine<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>You breathe
through her ghost.</b></span><span style="font-family: Mom´sTypewriter;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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