My love for her was so genius,
So autistic.
Unhinged, unparalleled.
Unraveling, writhing, flexing ropes
Of agony.
It squeezed the life out of me,
And yet yearned to caress her ever so softly.
It aches for her crisp lips,
while it thrashes me around blaming for that pain.
It howls for her soft chirp,
While it grinds my throat hoarse.
It churns for her half-smile,
Churning the peace out of my blood.
It watches her lovingly, slowly slipping away from us.
And beats my back blue. Bawls at me to stop her.
It wishes her heart peace and her soul strength, as she finds comfort in different arms.
While it grates my heart against a bed of nails & ***** my soul dry.
How this feeling betrays her own master,
For a stranger who never tried.
A genius of it's own right.
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 5:11 PM UTC
Don't cringe from me everyday,
Let me go for good.
Don't frown upon me every time,
Drown me forever.
Don't scrounge for the old times,
Dismiss them in perpetuity.
For it pains me to peruse your peepers,
Peering at me with that
Palpable disdain.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
How do i spend my nights..
I do not sleep
I do not write
I do not eat.. well.. almost
Lying there on my bed,
Feeling confusion , chasing wishful dreams
Dreams i am missing out on, as i follow another
Absorbing information.
Wishing to know it all,
Aspiring to lick it all,
Intending to devour it all.
Staying up, trying to beat that constant ticking.
Hours go by in this delusion...
OH! Its 2 A.M
This is how it begins
Staying up trying to hoard it all,
useful, useless alike.
Like a dog on a treat.
Not caring what it eats.
Not caring what it spills
It satiates its hunger.
But mine only perpetuates itself
The more i chew, the more i swallow.
AH! its 3 A.M
Minutes passing by now, feeling this
comforting exhaustion.
Thanks to this hand crafted insomnia
I flick through these websites like chapters in a book.
Internet is my haunt
In these wee hours
For i got addicted to it,
Before i could grab a novel.
**** It's 5 again
I steal quick gazes from my screen
Watching the darkness grow dim.
Time to wrap it up,
And rid you of this rant.
Another night well wasted,
I guess, i'll just fap and pant.
Will get ready to commit this mistake again,
For now, I try to cup those dreams back in again.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
Dun! Dun! Dun!
The king has returned.
Hail the king!
Hail his prominence!
Hail his existence!
Hail his eminence!
Cower under his dominance.
Hail his mind for being so numb..
Hail his mind for being so delicate..
Hail his body for its brute!
Hail him for being such a power-fool..
Hail his mind for all it's weaknesses..
For this is a call,
from one corner to another.
Hails that echo,
inside his mind,
trying to creep unto other.
Hail the king for he is yet to return!
Hail the king for he is yet to roam,
these corners
where these calls exist.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC