axshq_ - Hello Poetry

a memory delhi monsoon grey velvet-like the sky cold wind and cold feelings enveloped but as the first drop fell near her heart as she read the words over and over again as she felt the first spark as hope started to came near the sky was no longer just grey the wind was no longer just cold it all was bitter yet sweet a fantasy it all gets better

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Oct 19, 2020

Oct 19, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC

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a memory delhi monsoon grey velvet-like the sky cold wind and cold feelings enveloped but as the first drop fell near her heart as she read the words over and over again as she felt the first spark as hope started to came near the sky was no longer just grey the wind was no longer just cold it all was bitter yet sweet a fantasy it all gets better

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I comment “yes daddy” on your videos You comment “prettiest gurl” on my photos We are just friends, but just maybe, just maybe we want something more. a memory the delhi monsoon, 2016 smashed inkpot like the sky my head on the bus’s window yours too i said, “so what’s up?” from there you would often turn around, have a look at me, shake your head, let out a shaky breath, give me that lazy smile and your eyes would be showing adoration, you would turn back and answer to my many questions we talked about our classes, our future maybe not as a pair but as individuals at some point, you and I started talking about politics, developing ideas out of the very little information that we had. at some point, you and I started talking about art, dancing our fingers on the glass, creating figures and emotions. at some point, we got to school you stood behind me, the kids were just too slow, because the hormones had yet to be released, you were a little taller than me, your head dropped, and you whispered, "I want to be in the same class" and both of us grinned, pushing all our feelings out, somewhere gloomy, twilight-like, dark and unseen. you introduced me to your sister you told me that you wanted to pursue sports you said will talk to later neither did you pursue sports nor did we talk again in person I'm spinning in circles, wanting someone who might be mine, but I'm too scared to do that, trying to make myself believe that you really don't exist. I'm ******* selfish, yeah. trapped here with the weight of memories and emotions that I don't want to revisit. boy, boys are bad for you, I am telling you.

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Sep 16, 2020

Sep 16, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC

for a,

I comment “yes daddy” on your videos You comment “prettiest gurl” on my photos We are just friends, but just maybe, just maybe we want something more. a memory the delhi monsoon, 2016 smashed inkpot like the sky my head on the bus’s window yours too i said, “so what’s up?” from there you would often turn around, have a look at me, shake your head, let out a shaky breath, give me that lazy smile and your eyes would be showing adoration, you would turn back and answer to my many questions we talked about our classes, our future maybe not as a pair but as individuals at some point, you and I started talking about politics, developing ideas out of the very little information that we had. at some point, you and I started talking about art, dancing our fingers on the glass, creating figures and emotions. at some point, we got to school you stood behind me, the kids were just too slow, because the hormones had yet to be released, you were a little taller than me, your head dropped, and you whispered, "I want to be in the same class" and both of us grinned, pushing all our feelings out, somewhere gloomy, twilight-like, dark and unseen. you introduced me to your sister you told me that you wanted to pursue sports you said will talk to later neither did you pursue sports nor did we talk again in person I'm spinning in circles, wanting someone who might be mine, but I'm too scared to do that, trying to make myself believe that you really don't exist. I'm ******* selfish, yeah. trapped here with the weight of memories and emotions that I don't want to revisit. boy, boys are bad for you, I am telling you.

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i met a boy he looked like everything i want right now he liked dominos he liked taking risks he is dumb he said he liked me i talked to a boy he was all creative and idiotic, yellow and blue he wanted to talk he tried to talk he and I read together he said he liked me i sat with a boy he was all cricket and fans he wanted my number he tried getting my number he left he said he liked me i got a text from a boy he was all mainstream youtube, gangster rap and football he is a golden boy riding off into the sunset without the care of the world with someone but not me he said he liked me i maybe understood a boy sluggish smile, innocent eyes, ****** tongue, hate for dank, unfulfilled promises, sugary vows of freedom and love, switching sports, introduction to the family before dawn and introduction to the friends at midnight he said he loved me i loved a boy even if he loved TikTok rap more than me, loved action movies more than me, loved hide and seek more than me, loves other girls more than me i like a boy he probably disabled his account, he won't do that to me. he is fine, i know that karma is it? well **** it i want you back, ******* send him back, i'd crack my knuckles, hold your hand, grip your fingers, turn them over, curl them around, make a ****** clump of flesh, broken bones and promises i wanna be yours 2 days after your birthday, pumpkin skies and smog we talked on a crisp noon, your mom wasn't home, threw adorable nothings at each other, told things we've been hiding for too long we stayed till spring when the sweet love had started to blossom. he said he was sorry and i didn't get to say anything.

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Sep 5, 2020

Sep 5, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC

for s,

i met a boy he looked like everything i want right now he liked dominos he liked taking risks he is dumb he said he liked me i talked to a boy he was all creative and idiotic, yellow and blue he wanted to talk he tried to talk he and I read together he said he liked me i sat with a boy he was all cricket and fans he wanted my number he tried getting my number he left he said he liked me i got a text from a boy he was all mainstream youtube, gangster rap and football he is a golden boy riding off into the sunset without the care of the world with someone but not me he said he liked me i maybe understood a boy sluggish smile, innocent eyes, ****** tongue, hate for dank, unfulfilled promises, sugary vows of freedom and love, switching sports, introduction to the family before dawn and introduction to the friends at midnight he said he loved me i loved a boy even if he loved TikTok rap more than me, loved action movies more than me, loved hide and seek more than me, loves other girls more than me i like a boy he probably disabled his account, he won't do that to me. he is fine, i know that karma is it? well **** it i want you back, ******* send him back, i'd crack my knuckles, hold your hand, grip your fingers, turn them over, curl them around, make a ****** clump of flesh, broken bones and promises i wanna be yours 2 days after your birthday, pumpkin skies and smog we talked on a crisp noon, your mom wasn't home, threw adorable nothings at each other, told things we've been hiding for too long we stayed till spring when the sweet love had started to blossom. he said he was sorry and i didn't get to say anything.

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breathing quickening, pillow over the head, eyes open, brain dead alive yet dead black wings, pretty eyes, thick thighs, wide cheeky smiles, can chuck out people's lungs for soft words in return hardened, dark, dusty, wrapped in shiny black clothes with secrets, scars and threads brain so colourful will get colourblind soon hands catching gentle water kisses, losers they are failing to gravity, failing put the feet on the floor, forgot to tell--shit gravity they call hot, hot, cold, cold, cold, cold volcanic, explosive, misguided conversations, orange fingertips, blue knuckles, purple lips, green heart and round hips

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC

alive yet dead

breathing quickening, pillow over the head, eyes open, brain dead alive yet dead black wings, pretty eyes, thick thighs, wide cheeky smiles, can chuck out people's lungs for soft words in return hardened, dark, dusty, wrapped in shiny black clothes with secrets, scars and threads brain so colourful will get colourblind soon hands catching gentle water kisses, losers they are failing to gravity, failing put the feet on the floor, forgot to tell--shit gravity they call hot, hot, cold, cold, cold, cold volcanic, explosive, misguided conversations, orange fingertips, blue knuckles, purple lips, green heart and round hips

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In the dark i saw you, bathed in yellow and blue yellow and blue happy, true? i love it all, red, yellow, green, eyes, freckles, the beauty spots, silly whatnots i love it all, the tired eyes, the voice, his voice, his touch, his sighs, his hugs, his writing, everything, his everything, and travis scott while maths joji, jeans, games, memes, science, print, morals, snap, memories, Heart, Full, Yet, Feels, Like, Nothing F1 generation pain

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC

F1 generation pain

In the dark i saw you, bathed in yellow and blue yellow and blue happy, true? i love it all, red, yellow, green, eyes, freckles, the beauty spots, silly whatnots i love it all, the tired eyes, the voice, his voice, his touch, his sighs, his hugs, his writing, everything, his everything, and travis scott while maths joji, jeans, games, memes, science, print, morals, snap, memories, Heart, Full, Yet, Feels, Like, Nothing F1 generation pain

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red eyes, green wine, weak smiles, hollow cheeks, shallow drips. Dark, not Black. a desire to be linear, now crowded with curves sickly sweet sarcastically sour no longer sweet, just sour hot on cold, cold on hot, sweet and sour but sour and sour tick tick tick, did it feel? tick tick tick, did you feel? failed when born, how can change it all, before dawn?

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC

dark, not black.

red eyes, green wine, weak smiles, hollow cheeks, shallow drips. Dark, not Black. a desire to be linear, now crowded with curves sickly sweet sarcastically sour no longer sweet, just sour hot on cold, cold on hot, sweet and sour but sour and sour tick tick tick, did it feel? tick tick tick, did you feel? failed when born, how can change it all, before dawn?

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a dry leaf on a cemented ground, me chasing you all around, is really everything fine? Shocked to the core i want it, i need it, it’s not come and go come and go come and go come and go, it’s stay. entangled legs and intertwined fingers, velvet sheets and sweet lies searching for you between atoms and skin cracks, you were here, right here, right now, where did you go? white noise, the crackle of static, rain on me, Joji, the ocean between us, darkness surrounds u-- me.

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Sep 3, 2020

Sep 3, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC

a dry leaf

a dry leaf on a cemented ground, me chasing you all around, is really everything fine? Shocked to the core i want it, i need it, it’s not come and go come and go come and go come and go, it’s stay. entangled legs and intertwined fingers, velvet sheets and sweet lies searching for you between atoms and skin cracks, you were here, right here, right now, where did you go? white noise, the crackle of static, rain on me, Joji, the ocean between us, darkness surrounds u-- me.

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