*She was an abandoned city
Deserted homes, burnt bridges, empty roads—
A jar of ashes, of stories, of memories
A sanctuary for the forgotten ones*
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
*A soulless body she was
Pale skin, chapped lips, dreary eyes
Her ribcage filled with soil
Flowers sprouting from her mouth
Her veins like vines,
Wrapped around her legs
Her skin, ripped
Corrupting was her flesh
Worms coming out—
Out of her senseless ears
As unfathomable as nadir—
She buried herself,
The insignia and rosettes,
The books she read,
The verses she chanted,
Her dreams, her fears—
A forgotten temple she was
Hidden in the middle
Of a busy city filled with people
She never knew
And at night, she would write
About nothingness,
Her cats, the mustiness of her youth
Tasting the divinity from the salt
Flowing from her eyes
She wanted god, she wanted sin
Pondering on the elusive thought
Of life and of death—
She just craved for sleep
Lay her body on a casket,
Be one with dirt—
So she drank the ink,
Poisoned her senses
And with her pen, a dagger
She stabbed her core
Rejoicing as she bled magenta—
She decided to die,
She decided to die
Before the monsters inside
Would have feasted on her meat*
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
*Sensibly we talk and nonsense we go
Orthodox are the words uttered
Profane are the verses sang
Deceptive are the eyes buried
They appear pious and they are saints,
I speak sacrilegious and I am vindictive
How the flowers bloom is fate,
How the flowers bloom I hate
When kindled is the vigor
Ignited are these roses,
Of Vehemence we had a feel
Of Abhorrence we had to ****
My own path I have,
My own dreams I latch
A soul wandering at the prairies,
Gored yet numb with your poetries
Amorous is the depth inside making me drown,
Covetous is the realm outside wearing a crown
To which force will my heart listen,
Lost in labyrinth I am and fallen into warren
When left as memories are the stories,
And burnt into ashes are the memories
The sun had consumed the earth I know,
But not the world of artifice we had grow*
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
*A machine I am
And the salt from your dreary—
Eyes — is my fuel.*
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
*I drank a bottle of blissful yellow paint
Lured myself with the calmness of blue
Drowned myself into a pool of thick red blood
And I found myself, staring at your eyes
Because, love, I realized, it is where my palette lies.*
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
*parallel
are the
P P
A A
T T
H H
we take,
we will never meet.*
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
*She was a flower,
And he was her sunlight.*
*She needed him,
More than anyone else did.*
*Without her sunlight,
The sunlight she needed, she would die.*
*Yet too much love from him,
Could make her heart turn dry.*
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC