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 3d aAr
Ankush
A lovely she is..
I watch her all day.

From dawn to next day,
I wait in dismay.

Each sunset I stare,
My white window's view.

I can not find her.

Each night i spent,
And of each day's lament,
More i want to know,
The meaning of the white,
Window engraved.

This white wall ,
And the white window.

It's too shiny,
The bright coating.
Its viscous colour,
Dripping ,
drop by drop,

I can't seem to break by,
Halting and trying,
rock by rock.

I do have a chair to rest,
But I wait for her,
standing,
By window's view ,
& I wait.

I do have the other wall,
I do have another window,
But I can't seem to make myself
Break through the white wall,

While by the moonlight,
I stare her shadows engraved.

Why this white wall,
Seems a storm to the
Beautiful rainbow,
And if i all i could is wait
Then Why is this white window?

A lovely she is..
I watched her all day.
 3d aAr
Parker
i drove down this road today
a road that’s tainted with your smile
your laugh
your eyes.
i drove until my eyes were blurry
and my lungs were aching.
even the trees sing your name,
throwing it around on a winter breeze.
you’re everything.
you’re everywhere.
 3d aAr
jay
i would write you a love song
with your name in every verse
but you would never hear it
it would only make me hurt

polaroid love
kept in a case
as dull as the sky
on our final days
 May 28 aAr
K
Moonlight
 May 28 aAr
K
The light hits my skin different
the sun would never
leave behind traces of love
I have yet to see the same artistic expression
during the day
This contrast
leaves blisters on my hands
Waking up under a spell
my feet hurt
Photographic memories of you
make love
to my soul  
Full of dreary absence
and dozy
my large tears brim
Let them fall
Splash
 May 28 aAr
Twisted Poet
What did I expect?
To leave a haemorrhage
of violets wherever I walked?
No. A lost son is called prodigal.
A lost daughter is just called lost.
 May 27 aAr
Sia Harms
I let the pool widen at my feet,
The vanity of myself leaking
From my body, gathering at
My ankles, forming an ocean.

One day, as I no longer relied
On my own strength, I saw
I was walking on the water
Of Grace.
 May 4 aAr
Decembre
Selfish
 May 4 aAr
Decembre
I am selfish in the fact
That I want you to talk to me
About anything
So that I might feel closer to you
Instead of wanting you
To just be
You#8
 May 4 aAr
Decembre
On dreary days
When the sky is grey
And the light is white
My state of mind
Is mine to choose.
To wallow or to waver
Or to cherish and to savour.

But on days when warmth
Seeps into my skin
And I’m pleasantly glowing;
With tiredness seeping out
I can only be at peace.
 May 4 aAr
Decembre
Graffiti artworks
Adorn grey and lifeless walls
Halt me in my haste.
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