She was like a cigarette. I put my lips on her, and suddenly I was immersed in her devine taste. Like a winston cigarette, I ****** her blueberries. Never in my life I felt that great. However, she vanished like smoke and ashes from my life and I was left with stub. Initial couple of days, I felt so tormented. However, later I understood, it was never love between us, it was only an enslavement, merely an addiction
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
Broken
And, tired for some time
possibly shutting eyes will do
before strolling another mile
Honey, sing me a children's song
much the same as you
with a touch of bitterness
And a touch of adoration that is true
I'm done with the falsehoods
the sweet ones
that gets pushed
into my throat consistently
They say
salvation is available to be purchased
while the spirit bites the dust
a noiseless demise
I'm heaving each second
while vision
breaks down in my breath
for what isn't right
what's more, what isn't doesn't make a difference
until the point when I quiet my fevered head
Honey, sing me a bedtime song
much the same as you
I know life is short
What's more, trusts are so few
In any case, I'm never excessively drained
to escape away with you
under the blue moon
sing me a children's song
much the same as you
something so genuine
something that relieves
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
I went to visit her yesterday...she had grown much beautiful and lively, her heavenly eyes, angelic voice, she is still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... I told her I had to soothe my heart ache that has been spreading all over now.. she stayed silent and did not even mourn over my pain... she was standing right in front of me physically but I missed her.. it felt like she was not even there... the girl I loved and planned to cherish my whole life with... I felt helpless so I went home to drink the potion of off her pictures like I always did.. and like every other time, the potion covered the wounds but never healed them...
She left my heart scarred, my life discolored and my faith blemished.. despite everything, I have no complaints, no regrets and no worries,, cause my love for her is like a flowing river, that just knows to flow.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
My soul is parched
Searching for an ancient knowledge
That has been engulfed
In a deep seated, widespread modernization
When poison introduced to the body is being uplifted as medicine
Forgetting to heal
What has been damaged within
As the body speaks to the soul
We are mostly inclined
For an immediate gratification
We have sought to fulfill the physical
But never the internal
Fear may be one of the many factors
In search of light
One has to be blinded by darkness
As Friedrich Nietzsche once said
"If you gaze long enough into the abyss
The abyss will gaze back into you."
How terrifying would it be
To see these monsters
Wearing the same face as you..
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
Lost amidst the darkness
I feel most of the times
May be for once I should take the risk of holding "it" or letting go myself
Towards the one dimension way
Hoping i get to meet you
and hug you
Then the visual of dead soul masquearding living smashes my head
I have so many things to do
And what if
What if you deny meeting me?
For I m the reason for brutality you faced
I ve become so dead from the soul
That I don't even have the courage to accept that I m a criminal
A criminal moving freely and who is being loved by people who is actual reason for all their tears
I ve the guilt burning in my chest
And i wanna let it go by coming to you and saying you sorry
But they would never know why i went and shed their tears for me
I m reason for her tears and also for her living
If i tell her she would get hurt
And if i dont she would even more
I know one day all six of us will be having a dinner
And you would tell girl why did you go
They would turn at me
Asking why did i do so?
The question i can't answer neither then nor now
Sooner or later they will abandon me
I truly deserve so
Let me make them smile a bit for now
Only if words didnt come out through
Only if What i thought didnt come true
you would be here disturbing me to write
But i bid you farewell wrapped in white
You would not allow me then
So right now
I'm sorry
I love you
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
On nights like this
Nighmares are fierce
Memories of yours clear
When i am twisted in sheets
Its hard to breath, So
On nights like this
I want someone to hold on
So scream out for
My first ray of hope
with all I can
And baby
Its your name that come
All along my twisted tongue
The night after you left
I woke up so broken
The only place to put the pieces
Were the bags under my eyes
And within these hurt
I still love you
No matter what it does
I will never repent you
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
At times I dissipate in the mist of loneliness
Invisible surrounding overladen by haze
Cacophony of unknown voices resonate
Smiling friendly faces appear intermittently
Soon disappear behind the shadowy clouds
I feel trapped in the moments of twilight
Before the beginning of the darkness
Standing in the middle of a mass
I often feel like a figure without a shadow
An unnoticed and insignificant soul
Wandering lone in a spatial hollow
I feel dead among the innumerable faces
Surviving on this crowded planet
I feel extinct in the world of mechanical friendliness
Where each step is measured and valued perpetually
I am a little twinkling star lost in the vast galaxy
My gleam obscured by other luminous giants
Eventually the mist of loneliness is unveiled
By my passion for ink which allowed the sunshine
To brighten my dismal days of solitude.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
I dream, sometimes,
of slicing open my arm
just out of curiosity--
not of self-harm.
I would run my knife
down the pale hide
whilst being oh so careful
not to damage what's inside.
With four metal clamps,
I would pry back the skin.
Through this, I could see
the flexing muscle within.
After I've had my fill,
I would suture the flesh.
Satisfied till the morrow,
having fulfilled this request.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
To really look at yourself is the hardest thing to do.
Not just looking in the mirror, but when the mirror looks back at you.
When you see all your flaws, your weaknesses, and your short comings.
Its hard not to break and start to leak, like a crack in the plumbing.
When i looked into my soul, i saw nothing but black.
Cried, prayed, and wished for a chance. A chance to go back.
To right all the wrongs, to patch all the holes.
Even though i know its impossible, like changing the way the river flows.
Since i cant go back, all i can do now is change.
Have to mend my soul, order my feelings, have to rewire my brain.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
I am just telling you
"Love is not always enough for having everything"
I was as naive as you too .
But this world isn't.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC