Once i saw a woman who was blind
But could feel sight
She was mute, but her touch spake volumes.

Once i saw a deas woman, who was alive...
In the memories of those who remembered her.
I do not fear pain, nor death.
I do not fear Hatred or love.
I fear, that one day...
I'd be forgotten!!

There's sentiment in the way you talk
In every breath I watch you take.
You exist in me, in the words, the sounds and even in colours!
They say "love is blind"
And if so...
I'd like to love you in braille.

Do you know it's been, ** days since you left??
You were right you know, I'm a ****** poet.
But john, i don't cry anymore like a baby.
But when i think of you, i look like how babies cry for milk.
Dear john, i still haven't finished the anime we started together.
It feels like the main character is dead.
Did you isekai by chance?
Dear john, will i be owkai??
Dear john, don't you think you're a bit selfish?? Dying all up on your own.
Seeing the cold razor-sharp edge of a short blade, on the floor, close to yhur now cold body.
Strangely i felt Warm, i was putting on your hoodie of shame.
Dear john, does it mean that God couldn't answer your prayers so you went to ask him instead??
But dear john??
Who would remember you, after my blade takes a deep dive into my veins??

If I was a ballerina...
Swan lake, wouldn't have been able to be my only performance.
Where the sun rises, for Genesis to exist.
How can one's heart be so soft in the strongest way possible!?
My mother, isn't an angel, but I'm sure it took God two extra days to make her.
How else would you explain that.
A woman would hold so much quintessence.
Her presence makes a bad day taste like a vanilla ice cream on a summer beach.
Stella, if you decided to replace a star today.
You'd make the laws of physics confused.
Cause baby, you'd shine so bright, the sun would be like a faint candle light on a pitch black night.
Thank you for being born.
Happy birthday love!

Read carefully...
If you collected a penny for every time i cried over you.
You'd be broke!
My love for you, withered like a fairy tale, a long time ago.
Each time i see you, i glow up like an anime character!!
Nah, that's a lie, i ***** in my own mouth.
You were like the rush a child gets from much sugar in take.
Now you're like the vinegar that was fed to Jesus!
I'd love to keep this false love going.
But I'm too lazy for the circle.
I'll just keep saying "i love you" so you could keep feeling like you're deceiving me.
But he who laughs last... Laughs what??
Nah, he who laughs last will be an idiot left alone in the room.
That's what you are right now.

He has a smile...
That will steal yhur soul Away.
A Heart that only beats to her voice!
But she has words that tears his heart apart.
And leaves stains of hurt.

wheww...
"How are you today??, or everyday"
would it be alright if i gave the usual answer??
"hmm??"
i am pretending to be fine...
"pretending?? why though??"
these days, i feel like a stagnant water
i feel like i'm lost at a road filled with many paths to take
"oh my, that's a dilemma"
"hmmm. but why not pick one path to take??"
what if i fail again? what if it's the wrong one??
"but what if it's the right one"
all the roads on those paths lead right back to me, the start point
i want to cry, i want to scream
i want to say how i feel
but there's no audience!!
"try talking to me then"
to us?
"your demons aren't always out to get you, most times, we want company too!"
but i have the demons from other people too!
"oh, those guys??"
"we'll accommodate them too, just talk"
...
i want to be loved!

I am blind...
too blind, blinded by the way yhu love me,
so let me feel like you.
let me take the fall if it brings you joy
let me hold you with my words...
hold me in your heart
so bold enough, so that i... who is blind in love,
can feel you, like a blind man
just like a blind man, let me love you in braille

Once!
I was afraid of losing you!
Now,
I'm afraid, that I am losing you!

I don't do poetry 'cause i was forced to.
I don't write 'cause I've got hands too.
I don't do poetry 'cause i want attention.
I don't write 'cause I've got lyrics and dedication.
I don't do poetry 'cause i want people to see.
I don't write cause my words are as vast as the sea.
I do poetry because i can be me, and i write because in those moments.
Nothing else matters.
It's like a twisted relationship between my mind, and the universe, the ink. And the paper, it's like I'm complete, in an incomplete way.

Hello!!
Darkness, my old roommate
It's been, what seems like decades
It was only yesterday, that i moved out into the ***** of light... She was warm and kind, and soft, so soft...
Too soft, it felt unfamiliar.
So I've come back with my tail tucked between my thighs, thighs trembling as how awful i feel, cheating on you.
You're cold, but you are comfort
I thought that warmth was good, until it became to hot to bare.
I thought that hope was sweet until i got diabetes.
I've missed despair, and while people who haven't gone through it would think it bad.
It's better than the devil i do not know.
In light i could see, see all my flaws, but under you i could hide who i really am, from the world.
You are comfort, and this may seem depressing, but I've come back.
To fade into you, and allow nothingness caress my soft-warm heart into a cold one.
Because there were a lot of people who broke me into pieces showing me warmth, at least, I'm myself when I'm in you.
I realized, light isn't meant for everyone.

She would sit outside...
Before the rain, and weep!
Not cry! But weep.

So that if she's caught, she'd say:
"Oh it's just the rain"

Pain was her constant companion.

I may not have all the experiences in the world...
But I know love
And I know pain

So even if there's pain in love!
I'll still choose love!

One can't make up for loss of sleep.
Also can't make up for lost time.
Definitely not of lost love!
You can't make up for losing me...!

This is the end of love...
Cause I've dabbled in infatuation...
I can tell what love is
This is not genuine, so let's play pretend.
Tell me you love me, and let me fake a smile
In my need to be loved, and crave attention, i want you to love me, like it's my last day on earth.
Kiss my freckled lips with warmth.
Touch those melanin thighs with contempt.
And even if i know you're not worth having me!
I give myself to you, since it's you i want.
I can't stand the gaze upon you.
But without your presence, I'll asphyxiate myself!

The difference between a poet and art is the individual.
The difference between a pastor and the imam,is the religion.
The difference between life and death, is greed.
And the difference between love and hurt, is time!

I took a peak from a far away place, very close by!
Your heart, it reeked of pale sadness
And I was laughing out loud, so much!
Too much even...
And I decided to increase the pitch
So that the wind would take it to you
You'd hear it, I hope it makes you smile.
I hope you wonder, what sort of laughter is that loud, I hope you smile upon imagining what's got me giggling.
Then I hope you start to smile so wide I could spot if from the back of your head.
I hope the smile turns into a low chuckle
I want that chuckle to go on for minutes and turn into giggles.
Now laugh so hard that your tummy tightens and begin to hurt a bit.
Since no one has mastered happiness, there's no such thing as too much joy.
Now laugh until your pale heart recognizes that warmth.
Even if for that moment, I hope my laughter triggers yours and you forget that you were sad.
I know you're hurting...
I see you.

On the rainy days.
She'll walk out intentionally
And scream out, like a banshee...
She'd beg God to take her life.

As she was too much of a coward
To commit suicide!

Even loneliness left her!

Smells of lavender filled the room
Pheromones going berserk...
Cold sweat slowly dropping down from the neck and his tongue to follow.
He pulls closer, grabbing from the hips
With an '***' quite over-sized for the body, 'D-cups' that make the silhouette fall in place from her *****.
Lips full fledged and a face to show that the creator is biased to her gender!
The ice... Melting slowly upon gentle impact on her belly, warm stream down to her thighs, and with a moan of relief, content and the longing for more.
Time was against the finger stroke by the rib cage, and the his lips, kissing her lips.
But underneath!!

When she was asked to describe herself in three words.
She wept for the number of times, that she was abused.

For the number of times, people took interest in her, cause of her body.

For the number of times, she has let herself love, and got used for it

The one time she went through a bad day.
And no one asked her about it.

*Sigh, ("I need a hug" she thought)
Everyone thinks she's pretty.
"She must have lots of friends to comfort her.
All her friends want something from her!!
She walked away in tears..

Feeling the warmth of the sun.
Cold winter air, giving you goosebumps.

Scattered amongst the water bed.
Even in the singing of trees.
You exist everywhere but in me.

Original canvases that a painter would die for.
You... They call you; pure, nice, beautiful, awesome, yin and yang, chakra, mana, force, light vain, ki.
But widely you're known as "life"

We we're close together, you and i
But now people only talk about me, when you give up on them.

But it's fine, at least after they spend the little time they have with you.
I embrace them forever.

There's little left to write...
That hasn't already been written.
So I'll say this to you.
You are not worth all the love that i have to give.
It's not a brag!
It's self worth.
I didn't copy it...
It's self taught.
No longer would i bend a knee to a servant, when i can be Queen.

People call it a fall.
****, i was sent down like a burnt match stick into a dumbster!
I am lucifer... The so-called
"Lord of the light"
Says you, who casted me into darkness, with a home so hot, that my regeneration can't keep up.
My fall was, thus, your second verse in your book.
Almighty in your thoughts, name and actions, and you still couldn't turn a blind eye to the actions of an over privilege kid.
I didn't introduce evil into the white golden land.
So ask yourself... Who did??

According to michealangelo!
"A woman's heart has to be with god, so that a man, may seek him.
To find her"!
But what if??
Just what if... What if her god's dead??
Does that make my search in vain??

I can be on your own level
And flirt, and make small talks.
And laugh!
Be petty even...
But if you spit the "love" talk towards me.
I'm killing your vibes.
My frequency doesn't come up,
On your radio channels.

To an unbeliever, who believes in the things that everyone thinks unbelievable.
I see you staring.
At me, but in trance...
To the boy who constantly thinks that if he gives me enough time and attention, he could have priority with me!
To the world that judged me before i even stepped into it.
To society that tells you what to be
But not how to be it.
To religion who thinks I'm sinful for not doing the needful,
In their own way.
To the hypocrite in me who tries to socialize, even though I'm an "antisocial" introvert.
Well, well, well...
Look at me now, I'm ruining all your expectations of me!

Every conscious breath
Every lingering desire...
Every tale where you are in it
You are my colour, my tribe, my culture.
My very tradition, you are my religion.
I'll offer worship and piety to you
You are my present and the only future I see!
You are my life style, without you my life would be without style
I'm not blaspheming here, but you are my god!
If my heart was dusted for prints, they find yours stamped there!
My lips would endlessly run dry without your kisses.
Replace all your characters in all your favorite books with me!
I could play with words all day, but the truth is you're just stunning...
So baby, call me... anytime!
And I'll come running

she's a 10 but...
9 other times, she falls short of the way she's rated by the guys she has been with.
and 8 of those times she has been misunderstood by people she's met over the years.
7 other times, she's taciturn and not upfront of her feelings...
as she a little rough around the edges, clumsy if you're close enough to observe.
6 other imperfections have made her into an introvert...
she doesn't mind the way they look at her, or how bad her reputation is.
because 5 of the time she's feeding her pillow every night, with lonely tears, expecting it to grow like a plum blossom in spring...
4 times a day she's lonely...
ever so wanting to be needed
3 times daily she wonders about why her life feels empty, it feels stagnant and cold.
dependent on no one, while the in-dependency fails her in crucial times.
she's awesome in the most beautiful ways possible, on 2 occasions
she's the essence of a pure craziness and the epitome of all things good.
and most of all, there's none like her, even with all her flaws
she's the only 1 of her type!

I'd write yhu an epistle...
But yhu left without a single word.
Now I'm wordless

If love could be bottled up.
Then my bottle would be...
Empty!

She's too uptight, she should ease up
She's just a proud person.
"If only you knew, that she is trying to mind her business"!

She's a ****... I see her everywhere
I see her with different boys.
"Just because she decided to be free".
But how are you everywhere she is?

She's so pretty looking, nice shape too
Lovely attitude.
But why's she single??
"You didn't know, what her ex put her through."
For her to put on that smile, took hours of daily internal tears.

If the sun was an original light source.
And the mood reflected it.
Then our love was like an abyss
Sad... Lonely, lost.
I often pride myself with adoration for you, i would pray to God and thank him for bringing you to me.
But no matter how hard i prayed
Or how hard i tried to shine my light on you, so you could reflect it.
In the end you always looked at me.
With those eyes.
Those "pathetic fool" eyes.
I knew i wasn't good enough.
But i gave you way more than deserved.
Way more than enough.
My light was wasted in your abyss
My love was wasted on you.
You just didn't deserve me.

You probably won't believe it.
But the art runs through all that breathes.
Write something, anything would do
Rhyme if you must, a song lyric
An original content of pure, uncut words...
Write, even if it's gibberish, poetry criticizes, but only to make us better, every mistake, is a new form of writing.
So, write something before you die.

Even if it's a sucide note!
Write!

Oh look at him, always smiling about!
(But they don't know he's parents beat him to sleep)
Oh what a wonderful family, always shopping...
(If only they knew, that the home is divided inside)
What lovely couple, always holding hands.
(He secretly beats her till she turns purple)
Look at him, always spending...
(No one sees him working four jobs)
What lovely make up. Such pretty face.
(No one knows she has to do two layers of foundation, to cover those bruises)
... So ... What's your own story??

Sometimes... It's good that we fall and break.
So that maybe, just maybe we could be remade from our pieces!
Even shattered glass shines,
When light is Illuminated to it!

I am that which can see, but is unseen, by those that see!
I am the cute bunny covered in dust, left by the toddler, who's now a teenager.
I am the wall, built around Jericho.
Yet i fall with a shout.
I am the one who decides, yet I'm the choice yhu cannot choose.
I am the un-loved, for those who crave love to look upon, yet i don't deserve love.
I provide joy for the faint of hearts, and uplift the depressed.
Yet I'm in solitude, having conversations, with my taciturn mind.
I am the ghost who is haunted by the living.
I fear, that one day...
I'll be forgotten.

Sometimes, hate is good. It can prove as an excellent motivation to strive.
Most often than none, love isn't always enough.
I could write a couple of things about how love does this or that...
But reality *****!

I recently discovered, that i smile the most.
When I'm in the worse life challenges.

But you know, when you hit rock-bottom.
There's only one place, left to go...
Up!!

I am the start of my own line...
Not a descendant, but the beginning of an ancestral reign.
I'm only called weird because i see things and analyze them differently.
I cannot be like the rest.
After all, only dead fishes go with the flow!

It was beautiful...
A wonderful bliss without blemishes.
When we were together, there was no better feeling.
We were the best toxic and most cutest thing alive.
We both hurt each other...
Maybe i hurt more, or you did.
But you did it with intentions, i just lingered in your heart, waiting for you to call me forth.
We got busy fast, talked less.
Distance played it's part, i couldn't care less!
But i still see you with those same eyes i used to.
And even if it's just some silver lining or a twist of fate.
Can we just hit Reset... Like it never happened.
Cause now that You're gone, my feelings dwell, like stagnant water.

Maybe if I cried so hard
You would hear me.

Maybe if my tears become so much
You would drown in it.
...
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