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Kairosclere Jan 2021
I voice out
Everything that cannot be spoken
Paltry, at times,
And write
That should never be read
The deepest recesses of my mind.
I have yet to figure out what to do with myself. Smh.
Kairosclere Jan 2021
What can you create
That which wouldn't be destroyed
Hearts age
And stones wither.
There's yearning for immortalisation
But nothing on earth
That would last.
Why worry at all if nothing is permanent?
Kairosclere Jan 2021
I tend to make stories
Out of everything,
Passing glances
From a pair of eyes
Across cars
While standing at the toll.
The crook of a neck
Bent to search
A fallen coin
At the store line
Among impatient taps
Of feet.
Across the sunset
And about the light that travels
Millions of miles
Just to land on
Your hands
Shielding your eyes
From the glare.
Of pain and happiness
I weave stories
Despite meeting none
Satisfactorily.
I wish to add
Vivid words
To match
The vivid lines
In your palms.
I nod at songs
Written ages ago
In sync with another century
Rather than my own.
I don't want to speak
And break this pregnant silence.
So I'll just look into
Those soulful eyes
And craft tales
To satisfy
My need
To romanticise.
Side effects of living inside your own world include having no sense of direction, to the great woe of my dad.
Kairosclere Dec 2020
I leave hidden messages
In everything that I touch
A colour
A whisper
And a thought
Maybe you'll touch that same space
That I love so much
And it would be so
That you're right by me.
This is probably the kind of ghost I'll be tho. Causing tiny discontinuities and patterns to follow, only if you can find and see them first.
Kairosclere Dec 2020
Insert a quote here
Bound to make you smile.

Insert another
That makes you wipe your wet eyes.

Another
That you relate to so well
It's almost as if I see into your soul.

And a quote
To spur you on.

I'll tell you all the things
That you think you want to hear.

And keep my mind silent
Without giving voice
To all those that you should.
Is it better to tell people what they want to hear or what they need to? There's a method and a way of stabbing someone and making them thank you for it.
Kairosclere Dec 2020
Tell me how much privacy you really have.

Because, making your account private, deleting your PFP, and restricting or blocking unwanted accounts don't seem to stop the creeps.

Sometimes, I feel violated because of certain comments. And the thing is, I haven't asked anyone to text me nor have I made any advances. I'm here to post poetry, write from my heart and maybe put it out there for you to read, if you'd want to.

That's all. Nothing that would warrant unnecessary DMs.

This hapenned to my cousin. Well, almost to every girl/ woman I know.

Maybe it's our fault posting? Or maybe we shouldn't even have social media accounts.

But my mom had calls to her private number. Tell me, how does one find it? How do s one get rid of these roaches?

I know there's no fault of mine. But I can't help but feel there is some part here.

Maybe being closed off and cold might help, I wonder. It doesn't.

Then what will?
Kairosclere Dec 2020
I've built walls
All my life
Barring even myself
From feeling too deep
Unsynchronized
With blurring thoughts
So maybe I'm afraid
Of you who came barrelling down
And are tearing apart defenses
Brick by brick.
Is it too much to ask
To not crush whatever withers inside
Once you're inevitably let in?
Maybe living in my own world has its perks after all xD
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