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Nidhi
Nidhi
17/F I Love writing poems and short stories but mainly I love to write poems on things that people don't talk so much about. I express different emotions i felt through poems
They loved me more than you could ever love me in a million years.
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Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC
Love
We are more than just strangers strangers don't just click like magnets hard to leave beg for more crave... crave... crave...
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Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
no strangers
Everyone says there are three doors Each one worst than the other But what if there are more than three doors? Like 5? 6? 1000? Hell, maybe there are infinity doors. I'm not sure which one should I pick? Maybe I should pick that one
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May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC
Three Doors
I got a paper cut but not on my finger but on my tongue from licking the sticky part of the envelope The envelope with the lies you told me the lies I told myself the broken promises the salty tears dripping down the strong fumes the kind of fumes that burn your eyes The nightmares from my head the cold lips in winter broken memory But now its time to close the envelope the cut on my tongue will heal with no scar
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May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 1:54 PM UTC
Envelope
you put your fingers and stretch your eyes like dough and yell ching chong... ching chong you slurp our noodles, and you play with our chopsticks tap tap... tap tap you say you've been to China but the only China you went to was China town in California you take the tiles of Mahjong and run those squares into spehers rolling those spheres on the cold wooden floor You take our jade stone the stone of luck and good health but what good luck and health are we feeding our soul you turn our jade to coal you grab everything we have with your filthy rich hands filthy and gross those filthy hands are always wrapped around a gun one finger on a trigger with one release it can take a mans beathe away and that's exactly what you did... realeased.... and took his breath..... and roam to the next house with a loaded gun ready to **** the next one
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 9:13 PM UTC
Release of a trigger
Is it french? or Gibberish?. the words fumble out of my tongue words with jagged places swirled and curved lines curved like her smile not her body though her body is beautiful but her smile is the only curve that makes my french melt is it french? or just Gibberish?
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC
Is it French or Gibberish?
orange marmalade ribboned on warm toast reflecting the golden light from the sun It looks like Cleopatra's prize possession It is too bright for a ghost to see And too valuable to be an investment Orange marmalade How it swirls in your tongue Too afraid to swallow it Oh how I admire the orange marmalade It's like a slice of happiness The sun sprinkled on the orange marmalade You can see all the orange pieces tucked in the marmalade I love orange marmalade
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:06 AM UTC
Orange Marmalade
Oh my eyes are not blue but when I cry water comes out as if my eyes were rain clouds filling the ocean where does the water come from my eyes are the Sahara desert there is no water there it hasn't rained for years whys it raining now? Am I creating an ocean? are the droplets used to grow plants and create life in the ocean? but my eyes aren't blue
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Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 10:40 PM UTC
I dont have blue eyes
The broom swifts the tiles effortlessly it amazes me how graceful it is the hair just graze the tiles doesn't hurt the tiles one bit   The broom leaves the tiles clean not a speck of dust can be seen
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
The Broom
You're afraid of the fire every time you see it every time you put your hand out to the fire you pull it away you pull your fridged hands back inside the handwoven pocket are you afraid shes different? why are you afraid of the fire? why are you afraid of getting burned? i put my hand gently in her hair I kiss her soft lips the fire.... the fire doesn't burn it feels warm against my umber skin I don't feel cold in the fire why are you afraid of the fire? the fire shares the same oak as us I love the fire on my skin
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Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 1:19 PM UTC
The Fire on You