SuparnaNair - Hello Poetry

Pain was the day noon and night Crushing debilitating crippling pain Froze my thoughts Froze my vision So I sat like a doll Staring at You With only your words and only your scent Did you love me Or just my Mask The one I wore to funerals and Dusty Crowds Did you see what I was What I really am Or did you only see what you wrote about me Did you only truly see me in the end And felt repulsed and ran to the forest fires Or maybe you loved me but never knew it was love You had been taught it was Naivete You had painted love The brightest colours, thunders of red blue and purple And then You felt, with me, the delicate pinks, the subtle yellows, the soft mauve We had a quiet mornings, boring noons and talkative nights 3 second fights, 2 second apologies and hours of poetry, days of mutual gazing Then the ominous stepped in, Crazy and Dramatic Too much for me, too much for my heart and maybe I didn't understand back then Too much for You too I Reacted not knowing how to act I was a child You Reacted not Aware You were a Boy And We sat on the mines, bidding time, Torn between wanting to Stare at the begrudged heart and The pregnant Souls And Then I could see the End and You did too, didn't you And you took a Serpentine Road and I took off leaving my Wing where we sat He didn't leave a part of home I left a lot And Now I sit with Sand, Air and Water And that's all it matters even if I don't

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Jul 29, 2025

Jul 29, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC

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Pain was the day noon and night Crushing debilitating crippling pain Froze my thoughts Froze my vision So I sat like a doll Staring at You With only your words and only your scent Did you love me Or just my Mask The one I wore to funerals and Dusty Crowds Did you see what I was What I really am Or did you only see what you wrote about me Did you only truly see me in the end And felt repulsed and ran to the forest fires Or maybe you loved me but never knew it was love You had been taught it was Naivete You had painted love The brightest colours, thunders of red blue and purple And then You felt, with me, the delicate pinks, the subtle yellows, the soft mauve We had a quiet mornings, boring noons and talkative nights 3 second fights, 2 second apologies and hours of poetry, days of mutual gazing Then the ominous stepped in, Crazy and Dramatic Too much for me, too much for my heart and maybe I didn't understand back then Too much for You too I Reacted not knowing how to act I was a child You Reacted not Aware You were a Boy And We sat on the mines, bidding time, Torn between wanting to Stare at the begrudged heart and The pregnant Souls And Then I could see the End and You did too, didn't you And you took a Serpentine Road and I took off leaving my Wing where we sat He didn't leave a part of home I left a lot And Now I sit with Sand, Air and Water And that's all it matters even if I don't

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He could deny himself the whiskey and coffee the tango and foxtrot the ruffles of red and purple But never the sweet sting of Loss No he let himself feel that Swallowing the lead and charcoal He sat in the yellow , burning ombres of Agony And he cuddled with it every night Woke upto the Face of Invisibility And one evening In a Parisian Bar He said with a smile "Water and Pain I could never deny myself the pleasures of water and pain '

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Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024 at 5:25 AM UTC

Incandescnt M#2

He could deny himself the whiskey and coffee the tango and foxtrot the ruffles of red and purple But never the sweet sting of Loss No he let himself feel that Swallowing the lead and charcoal He sat in the yellow , burning ombres of Agony And he cuddled with it every night Woke upto the Face of Invisibility And one evening In a Parisian Bar He said with a smile "Water and Pain I could never deny myself the pleasures of water and pain '

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I dont know how to curse i dont believe in karma But they have my words And i know my words the nightmarish witches They never obeyed me My disobediant Proud children they sow seeds of hate plant an infecting thought And watch it with a smirk i never cursed I never cared but my words , my love , my words You have them and I warn you They are Ruthless *******

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Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024 at 5:19 AM UTC

incandescent memories #1

I dont know how to curse i dont believe in karma But they have my words And i know my words the nightmarish witches They never obeyed me My disobediant Proud children they sow seeds of hate plant an infecting thought And watch it with a smirk i never cursed I never cared but my words , my love , my words You have them and I warn you They are Ruthless *******

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she was salt the mariners ally flew before the mast of every big ship treading carefully caressing pennants , the flowing reds and pinks and sometimes when the skies are blue and the winds are shifting carrying the scents of jasmine from a faraway land that she could never visit , She would sit next to the figurehead viewing the world before , the chaos , the love , the dance of disarray , the sad and happy tears of everyone who ever lived . She was salt an escaped soul from the briny bed rocks that clinged to the memories of the deep she was creation before creation she was art before art she was destruction before destruction, Or so the many fables painted her as ... And she fell asleep a sleep so deep , neither light nor time reached the depths of the slumber , neither music nor poetry pierced the dormant armour , A sleep so deep , she forgot how to breathe , to continue to remember memories of the past A rest so profound that creation ceased to exist until the Night The Girl was a nuisance to the townspeople , to the unsupple ideas that were music to most She had plain air , unembellished eyes A salty smell blew everytime she walked across the citadel "a witch , she could be " "chanting the unknown" "preaches the unwanted " "a curse " "a wretched sorceress" The whispers gained favours found new strength from lands unknown . "The Girl should Die " And so it went One Faithful night when the air was warm and the moon was bright Their voices grew strong and their hatred gained might "The Girl was The Sacrifice A means to end this Game of mice Her blood shall Cleanse Her flesh shall feed A fated offering to the gods We plead " the words of the leader rang loud and clear And the confused soul heeded the Seer Dressed in White with Her hair bleeding to the night The Girl stood , Dried salty tattoos coating her face Wide eyed and trembling , She stood before the Seas with the Seer , the sharp knives and the gravel behind her She walked , hands tied , bloodied To the seas , Wailing a silent song THE CRY went pass the waters through time and light through past and future through the cries of up and below Reaching the Deep

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Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024 at 1:04 AM UTC

its a story as old as

she was salt the mariners ally flew before the mast of every big ship treading carefully caressing pennants , the flowing reds and pinks and sometimes when the skies are blue and the winds are shifting carrying the scents of jasmine from a faraway land that she could never visit , She would sit next to the figurehead viewing the world before , the chaos , the love , the dance of disarray , the sad and happy tears of everyone who ever lived . She was salt an escaped soul from the briny bed rocks that clinged to the memories of the deep she was creation before creation she was art before art she was destruction before destruction, Or so the many fables painted her as ... And she fell asleep a sleep so deep , neither light nor time reached the depths of the slumber , neither music nor poetry pierced the dormant armour , A sleep so deep , she forgot how to breathe , to continue to remember memories of the past A rest so profound that creation ceased to exist until the Night The Girl was a nuisance to the townspeople , to the unsupple ideas that were music to most She had plain air , unembellished eyes A salty smell blew everytime she walked across the citadel "a witch , she could be " "chanting the unknown" "preaches the unwanted " "a curse " "a wretched sorceress" The whispers gained favours found new strength from lands unknown . "The Girl should Die " And so it went One Faithful night when the air was warm and the moon was bright Their voices grew strong and their hatred gained might "The Girl was The Sacrifice A means to end this Game of mice Her blood shall Cleanse Her flesh shall feed A fated offering to the gods We plead " the words of the leader rang loud and clear And the confused soul heeded the Seer Dressed in White with Her hair bleeding to the night The Girl stood , Dried salty tattoos coating her face Wide eyed and trembling , She stood before the Seas with the Seer , the sharp knives and the gravel behind her She walked , hands tied , bloodied To the seas , Wailing a silent song THE CRY went pass the waters through time and light through past and future through the cries of up and below Reaching the Deep

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Shipwrecks With empty pages And a tattered quill That never ages Dry Air Iced pain

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Apr 30, 2024

Apr 30, 2024 at 10:00 AM UTC

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Shipwrecks With empty pages And a tattered quill That never ages Dry Air Iced pain

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The diluted lights When you squint your eyes And run with the Moose or the deers Almost slipping down the slope Covered in a rainy moss

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Apr 30, 2024

Apr 30, 2024 at 9:59 AM UTC

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The diluted lights When you squint your eyes And run with the Moose or the deers Almost slipping down the slope Covered in a rainy moss

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As the ticks and ticks of my heart calmed down Matching the silent lullaby of the brook Through my ***** I felt a roar To let loose to monster over Guard me , oh witches of North South and East and I shall keep your light alight The sun went down in a pinkish lake And a strong wind blew my papers to the water My poems my stories my history and my eulogy All floated , away Barefoot I walked I danced to the Celtic lullabies I could touch the sky now Guard me witches of heart mind and body and I shall keep the lamps lit It's a new beginning And new beginnings are the souls of hope A horizon each day with flowers , scent and music . Guard me , witches of leaves bark and root And I shall dance to the end Ever so gracefully across the moor

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Apr 30, 2024

Apr 30, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC

A leaf

As the ticks and ticks of my heart calmed down Matching the silent lullaby of the brook Through my ***** I felt a roar To let loose to monster over Guard me , oh witches of North South and East and I shall keep your light alight The sun went down in a pinkish lake And a strong wind blew my papers to the water My poems my stories my history and my eulogy All floated , away Barefoot I walked I danced to the Celtic lullabies I could touch the sky now Guard me witches of heart mind and body and I shall keep the lamps lit It's a new beginning And new beginnings are the souls of hope A horizon each day with flowers , scent and music . Guard me , witches of leaves bark and root And I shall dance to the end Ever so gracefully across the moor

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Should they Use a knife And cut out your ego Penetrate the cold eyes And paint a pretty pink Gashes of red will adorn your hands Markings of trees and labrynthian words Tattoo an oath of truth on to your temple For the mirrors and eyes that graze you shamelessly Amputation ...the quasi weightlessness Tool of a foolish cleanser The pear of anguish And yes the world heard then Your screams ...so musical that she danced on top of your unmarked grave

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Apr 30, 2024

Apr 30, 2024 at 9:39 AM UTC

A ****

Should they Use a knife And cut out your ego Penetrate the cold eyes And paint a pretty pink Gashes of red will adorn your hands Markings of trees and labrynthian words Tattoo an oath of truth on to your temple For the mirrors and eyes that graze you shamelessly Amputation ...the quasi weightlessness Tool of a foolish cleanser The pear of anguish And yes the world heard then Your screams ...so musical that she danced on top of your unmarked grave

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A heart beat A moment A second That's all it takes A second Your mind dresses up In the prettiest clothes In the darkest hues And your body follows Half witted The trudge is hard ... A second later Your body sit still In a porcelain bathtub With the sweetest smelling salts And pink bubbles Different hues But your mind is a sad hermit Thought after thought Permeates the line between sanity and sadness The dam breaks And your hand reaches For a second A second of breath A second of solace A moment of clarity Karma may not exist But Karma lives in our head Painting pretty pictures Sweet scented dandelions And a calm head A happy body and a beautiful memory A second So I enjoy it

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Apr 30, 2024

Apr 30, 2024 at 9:33 AM UTC

A second

A heart beat A moment A second That's all it takes A second Your mind dresses up In the prettiest clothes In the darkest hues And your body follows Half witted The trudge is hard ... A second later Your body sit still In a porcelain bathtub With the sweetest smelling salts And pink bubbles Different hues But your mind is a sad hermit Thought after thought Permeates the line between sanity and sadness The dam breaks And your hand reaches For a second A second of breath A second of solace A moment of clarity Karma may not exist But Karma lives in our head Painting pretty pictures Sweet scented dandelions And a calm head A happy body and a beautiful memory A second So I enjoy it

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Denudated souls Degrading wood Floats around Noone to hold onto Nothing to grasp at Hunger to breathe Greedy for air I lay Eyes open Hair dancing on top of the blue waters I sleep Eyes open And I watch myself sleep With eyes open The greens weren't far away The trees were close by But my eyes they last saw The degraded histories So many living and dead histories I watched myself slowly sleep With eyes open

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Sep 18, 2023

Sep 18, 2023 at 9:47 AM UTC

Middle of the sea

Denudated souls Degrading wood Floats around Noone to hold onto Nothing to grasp at Hunger to breathe Greedy for air I lay Eyes open Hair dancing on top of the blue waters I sleep Eyes open And I watch myself sleep With eyes open The greens weren't far away The trees were close by But my eyes they last saw The degraded histories So many living and dead histories I watched myself slowly sleep With eyes open

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