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vik-verse
31/M/Sydney A proud dad, a busy professional, an ardent poet
Won't say conquer, for that's for the stonehearted. Win? No...that's society's way of cramming us in boxes. Smile...yes, that's what I'll say to you dear girl. For, your smile will triumph over all. Span your wings and fly they'll say. But let's be real, there are no wings or a sky to touch What you have is that mind that travels and that heart that carefully shelters the will to make anything possible. You're beautiful they'll say, some might disagree but the mirror, oh my dear girl, is as much a friend as you would want it to be. See what you want to see, and see it come to life. Propriety will be hurled at you like it's everyone's business You're a girl they'll say. Do this, do that, wear this, and don't..they'll say. But you'll know what to do and who to believe. Because that mirror I talked about...that'll tell you. And she loves you. And so do I my little girl. I've got you! Always.
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Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 10:16 PM UTC
Amaaya
Disruptive, obstructive, elusive Change is what it is Change is inevitable Change is abusive!
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC
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Memory lane, boy, it’s a beautiful street Lined with the trees of the times gone by With cobbled stone just like the one in my grandmum’s porch And scattered dried leaves for the times we cried There is a distinct smell in the air Just like the pickle in the jar that sat on that windowsill The wind is warm like that tight embrace, That helped heal me when I was ill There are some flowers at a distance I see They look happy, like the ones in my grandmum’s garden There is that familiar holy basil too That she plucked each morning for veneration The lane fades away at a distance, Dissolving into a mist of oblivion The porcelain teacups and that pickle jar remain But only till I am gone
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Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
The Pickle Jar
So easy to tug and shrug Sacred ties have no meaning Have I changed or have you? Us both you think? No clue!
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Lost
Five dandelions bloomed in a terracotta *** all sharing the same sun and water Their roots were branched, and they danced, all together, like one They swayed in unison with the wind and held to each other in rain In winters they shivered, and sweated in summers, but stood together like one But then came a fall when one of the dandelions, wilted away and died They were broken, melancholy loomed, all remained but one. They were never the same again, but time healed, and they revived But there were no chortles, and no guffaws, just dull smiles…seldom The smiles were transient too, and catastrophe struck yet again, Another beautiful dandelion lost, oh what a fate destiny had spun Three remained, but not for long, they all soon were plucked and pulled Two went to woo a dame, while a glass vase homed the solitary one The broken terracotta *** now bleeds, rotting away and forsaken It’s nothing but clay and earth they said, it’s nothing without the dandelions
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
The Broken Terracotta ***
A sham, a fraud, a hoax...a facade, so sick of the imitation Yet, it's the elixir of my existence
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
Dummy
There’s a lull in the air, a calm before the storm Like, something is peeping around the corner a boogeyman ready to pounce The heart is settled, but there’s white noise Something is yet to happen My steps are heavy, my breaths are slow The languid strides have viscous blood flowing through the veins The midsummer sun stares deep, punching holes through my flesh I am not sure of what to expect Something is yet to happen A tsunami rises in the distance, the froth brews, the venom spews A monstrous fatality that’s unseen sits patiently and waits Life moves in a dazzling nonchalant flash While I keep treading, unbeknownst; I feel it in my bones Something is yet to happen
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
Boogeyman
So, suppose you could split into two Two souls, two bodies made of the same flesh Two distinct beings leading two lives Two of everything…two You ask who is who? Not sure, no clue But one is worldly fit While the other rose and flew One melts and gently sits into candle casts, that’s true While the other melted the brims, and flowed brazenly through They are too different, too apart, they are but two So who is who? No clue, for no one could know, but you
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
Two
You are different and so am I But why is yours superior and mine a lie? Your feet are adorned in gold, you might **** gold too I eat barley paste out of hand, but that’s my life, that’s true The scorn on your face, your eyebrows raised, your nose crinkled in disdain My face, my clothes are all you see, but there…you missed the pain Built by the same flesh and heartbeat we are Yet I am the **** in the soil, while you reach for stars Do you know my name? I would be surprised if you do Nameless, faceless, clueless **** are they allowed names too? As I dissolve, dissipate and crumble into none You too will powder and grind, as our fates are in fact one
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
Us
Kick him in the stomach, he won’t feel a thing Tug, pull and stomp on him, he won’t bat an eye Hurl a sucker punch and I dare you he cries, dump it away once done, it’s just a thing It won’t wince one claimed; I also hear he sings? I hear nothing come out, maybe just kick him hard Oh, what a useless toy, one gasped, such a lard Trash him away once done, it’s just a thing I hear he can smell, breathe and even think? Why not cut him open and tromp on his heart? His heart beats for real? Sigh, such a façade! Let’s bury it away once done, it’s just a thing Let’s ****** and torture and a bit of smothering Is he dead? Oh no, tighten the noose Such wild beings should not be left out loose Burn it down to ashes once done, it’s just a thing Some dreams were shattered, devoid of everything It felt one time, but not anymore Does it still breathe? Yes, what a chore! They were done, and everyone, and long lived the thing
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
The Thing