May 27, 2015

I know not of the faceless side of my coin

#faceless   #coin  
The sound of coins dropping
Swathi eruvaram
Swathi eruvaram
Mar 12, 2015

Two big eyes watching
A mighty spider crawling
A cob web spinning
A tiny lock hanging
The sound of coins dropping
Your first piggy bank
Your first savings

#son   #money   #drop   #bank   #piggy   #coins  
if nights were like coins
Mar 13, 2015

and in it she stood

awash with crescented chrysanthemums

with honeysuckle skin and wisteria eyelashes

and with it i said

if nights were like coins

id spend them all on you

and twinkle them between my fingers

shaking them up and admiring

the glint and value of

the night and its stars

and the coppery, nickel-y dusk

that stains my hand with

the bouquet of metal and flowers

goldenrod warmth

from nights and coins

invariably spent

alongside only you

with a perfume of


and pressing summer heat

and my whispers and promises

that tell you

that if nights were like coins

id spend them all on you

lots of wordplay in this one, particularly with pressing (of heat, coins, and flowers) and bouquet (an arrangement of flowers or a characteristic scent)
#if   #like   #were   #nights   #coins   #nemo   #polynemo  
Sep 15, 2014

Sometimes I want to be with the crowd laughing
Sometimes I'm afraid of how the laughs sound
Sometimes I flat out hate laughing
Sometimes I'm a giggling mess

I've been told I glare when I'm not trying to
I've been told I can look like a block of ice
I've been told I have a sick sense of humor
I've been told I should sleep more

I was having a conversation, and what the other person said prompted me to write this.
It seems straight forward but it isn't at all. Lot of hidden stuff here.
#love   #alone   #laugh   #isolated   #text   #psycho   #coin  
Mar 28

Both sides
Have lead me

To face the same answer

I'm not ready
What have you become?

I haven't coped
How was I so blind

I'm still in shock
You were the biggest lie

For whats become

Of this
I had to face

Knowing what's unjust
And what

I feel

I Felt

Am feeling

Am not feeling

Tore my head
Into two


I hate You
I hate you too

I hate You for becoming
A violent monster
Shedding me to pieces
One by one

Convincing me
I was
The one insane
Who deserved it

I pity You

For a creature like You
Is the epitome of the destruction of beauty
Much like the Ungoliant

But you
I also hate

For taking away something
I held so dear

Even if
It was a lie

Even if
He is

Took the little home
I once thought I had

Slowly but surely
Replaced me

Threw me out

Too caught up in you're own guilt
To even look at me

Too weak to break free

I don't pity you anymore

My emotions

Yet it has become
Two sides of the same coin

Can't sleep, I'm so confused, I don't know what I'm feeling,  but everything is clashing.
I'll edit this later, right now it's for my peace of mind...
#depression   #heart   #confused   #abuse   #depressed   #hurt   #friend   #ache   #lie   #coin  

Poetry and love are two faces of the same coin.

#love   #poetry   #10w   #faces   #beryldov   #coin   #wikipedia  

Poetry and love are two faces of the same coin.

#love   #poetry   #10w   #faces   #beryldov   #coin   #wikipedia  

Love and hate are flip sides of the same coin.

#love   #hate   #10w   #madness   #face   #flip   #beryldov   #coin   #obverse   #wikipedia  
who pour out their hearts to deaf coins
May 22, 2014

deep below the wishing well,
in the tomb of wishful pennies,
live a team of diligent elves,
working day and night.
palms outstretched
they grab each cast away coin as it falls,
clutching them to their grimy chests in hunger.
they box them all up
and melt them down in flat sheets by the dozen
in factory fashion
in precision.
and they build from them tools and weapons;
whatever it is that they need.
their business is balanced on the backs of believers
who pour out their hearts to deaf coins
in scrunched eyes and in whispers
and a flick of their wrists to the darkness below.
perhaps if they knew the fate of their coins,
the industrial dungeon just storeys below
they might have spent their wishes on a shooting star instead,
destined to shatter through space.

Isn't it strange that we wish on things that are going to die?
Like coins thrown into fountains- they're just gonna sink.
And shooting stars- they're going to explode.
Birthday candles are going to be blown out.
So why should  wishes survive?

God's presence is most conspicuous by his absence;
God's absence is most manifest by his presence.
The absence of God and the presence of God
are flip sides of the same coin ~
with God's presence always facing you
in your time of need.

This is part of my What is God? series from [1] to [100].
If you'd like to read more, please search for them under: What is God?'

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