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It's not just poetry:
directly or obliquely
it's really about me
 Jul 21 CantSeeMe
Foogle
square of white i stare up at recently
used to be a canvas for potential dreams
now is just a wall hanging above
boxing me in
 Jul 21 CantSeeMe
Foogle
where does the world go
when your body is folded like
still origami?
Haiku
 Jul 21 CantSeeMe
Foogle
i stand in an asphalt river
and a chill knocks on my heart
as it cascades down the empty street

i eye my dad
as he takes photos
of the skeletons
resting on the grass

my hands are stuffed
in my overly fluorescent
striped jacket,
refusing
to feel the cold

i breathe out smoke

my pupils drift to the rusty shells; their tyres,
and their lack of number plates

the duo rests there together;
tethered to the turf,
bounded by the night,
and the endless winter wind

i wonder if they are past lovers;
entwined forever,
and forgotten to every eye but us
- or if they have a past at all.
 Jul 21 CantSeeMe
Foogle
twin flames
you were purple
i was yellow

i killed us
blew us out
candles on my
fifteenth birthday cake

i wished that
one day
i’d let you go
10/6/25
11:06 pm
On a voyage
In the sea of knowledge.
Each and every page -
A new stoppage.

Many pages bound together
With a cover made of leather.
Pages as white as white feather,
All the information I gather.

A structured presentation
With graphical representation.
A sky of narration
And a table of notation.

Starting with table of contents
Then onset of concepts
Rich with facts and experiments
To every curious thought, I give vents.

From physics to chemistry
I resolve biological mystery.
From philosophy to history
A road to your intellectual mastery.

All about General Reginald Dyer
And explaining how do plants transpire
From magnetic field around a wire
To E=mc².
A poem full of fun about the world inside a book.
 Jul 21 CantSeeMe
Lostling
Roses are red
And so is my blood
You made cuts romantic
But it’s not called love
I hate when it’s romanticized, like what do you mean it’s an “aesthetic”???
#sh
 Jul 21 CantSeeMe
Lostling
She’s pretty—
Sharp chin, long lashes
Smooth skin and bright eyes,
Shining with a darkness
Only the moon could have.

And I yearn to hold her,
To be held by her, and
Tell her how much I love her

Yet she pushes back,
Handing out her love like rations
When I am but a starving child

I will always be too much for her
And she will never be enough
Maybe our love languages just don't match or something
 Jul 21 CantSeeMe
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A firefly, me,
Trudged with a burden of light.
A fortuitous break
Came with my sight.

A blue cosmos
Bloomed along the trail—
An ephemeral ocean,
An insect’s sail.

So blue of love,
His innocent ways—
Through filmy eyes,
They melt in waves.

A mini sun
For a patch of blue;
Or so I wished
Would come soon true.

For I followed
A honeybee,
And through her wings
Floats thoughts unseen.

How cruel of me,
To betray my friend—
Through silent speech
And frowns I bend.

To compensate
The guilt I feel,
I'll become the all-seeing eye
Of the light she needs.

After all, she needs it
More than me.
I feed on rot—
She feeds on nectar sweet.

I am but a mini sun
Miles from an ocean blue
I’ll be your flask of light
Bond in emerald hues.

~
Long time
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