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Feb 2020 · 360
Medicated Zombie
Yash Feb 2020
One full pill.
Prescribed from,
the white hell.

Antidepressant from the back store,
elevate life to the top floor.
Forced prescription, out of stock.

Oxytocin pumped, hidden cortisol.
Might as well walk the red carpet,
in celebration of Parasite.

As the clock struck,
the midnight hour.
Take the happy little pill.

**** ****, don't swallow.
Heavy eyes, don't fall over.
Lies, deceit, promises hollow.

Been 10 years,
time to catch up.
Rewind the clock.

Like a jar of fireflies,
shut it before any escape.
Rogue eyelids,

on a mission to shut.
Weak resolve, strong dose.
Drifted to dreamland.

Summer sun in seasonal switch up.
Sun rays like holy water,
hiss like a vain vampire.

Shops in an anarchy riot,
open the door to the sockets.
Oh, blind justice lady, I am blind too.

Shuffle Shuffle, like the undead.
Dragged the dead body to downtown.
It's a miracle, failed to faint.

Crude world, crude demands.
Have some respect for the dead.
By lord´s grace, limped home safe.

Met the coated monster today again.
Struggled to even stay still.
Advised to adapt, showed nothing but apathy.

A parasitic patient, eat away.
A death drain, drip away.
A strained stranger on a stretcher, carry away.

Tiny changes in hopes of conformity.
Circular cycle starts once again.
Half a pill today.
Feb 2020 · 278
Swing
Yash Feb 2020
Summer reds, winter blues.
Day flashes, night breaks.
Ever swinging pendulum.
Creak. Childhood swings,

sky highs and dirt lows.
Adrenaline rush, knee stump.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Push it harder, papa.

Touch and go, relay race.
Newton´s cradle, click.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Momentum, please stop.

Tick tock, grandfather clock.
Death´s clock, tick-tock.
Life and death. Like a pendulum,
It all comes back around.

Reincarnation. Old life, new vessel.
Crash! Comes the wrecking ball.
Destruction, demolition.
Overnight breakdowns.

Broken clocks, stuck time.
Keep my seconds, metronome.
Music of deathly nights,
noise of bland days.

Spring dreads, autumn excitement.
Flipped, the reality of retina.
Swing, its a pendulum.
Serene sadness to hearty happiness.

Friction. Broken. Crash!
Dawn of downfalls.
Agent of adjustment.
Home of homeostasis.

Pandas and penguins.
North and south.
Cracked compass, Haywire.
Manic. Bipolar,

Gemini destined, Janus faced.
Tragedy & Comedy.
Welcome to the
Theatre of Two lives.
Feb 2020 · 396
A Day Late
Yash Feb 2020
A beautiful day
Isn't it?
Valentines day
14 February isn't it?

Cardinal rose of love
Cupid´s arrow.
Flamingo flowers of affection
Aphrodite´s blessing.

Lips passionately becoming one.
Confessions of undying love.
Eyes sparkling like pink fizz.
Celebrations of commitment.

A ballad of love.
Dance of desire.
Salsa of lust.
Tango of joy.

Cupid, master puppeteer.
Puppets of permission
Strings of ***.
Dolls of wild desire.

Set of school.
Costumes of conformity
Stage of society.
Theatre of time waste.

A day too late
Isn't it?
Single day
15 February isn't it?

Raven rose of loneliness
Cupid´s curse.
Crow crown of isolation
Aphrodite´s apathy.

Masks of memories.
Lovely lights of love.
Beautiful ballad of breaths.
Slow dance of dedication.

Dress of dreams.
Halls of happiness.
Queen of diamonds.
King of hearts.

Isle of isolation.
Lake of loneliness
Welcome to the
Lonely hearts club.

Home of hollowness.
Eyes of emptiness.
Please enter the
Lonely masquerade ball.
Feb 2020 · 431
Lost Boys
Yash Feb 2020
A lost minor in the mall.
An abused child in the house.
A neglected boy in the world.
A lost boy in Neverland.

Big bad wolf, howling orders.
Mummified monster, dry smiles.
Frigid rigid winter yeti, ice embraces.
General parent, straight salutes.

House of dreams.
Land of imagination.
Kingdom of make-believe.
Imagica, Fantasia, Traumland.

An escape, a path, a relief.
Hypnos, watch over him.
Morpheus, bless him.
Epiales, stay away.

Where scars can't be seen,
sticks and words can't hurt,
wounds can't bleed.
Only engels reside,

erwachsene demons, be ******.
Go back to Dante's hell, neun kreise,
continue your corruption of the Earth.
Your trauma killed them, their Träume saved them.

At least, leave them free here.
Melatonin, save them before it's too late.
Hypnos has to come himself
to put the kids to sleep, Lullaby.

Twinkle, twinkle, lost boy,
how I wonder how you are?
Up above the hell so high,
like an angel in the sky.

My hope is
for you all to reach
land of your dreams.
Lost boys, forever, be lost.
German
Traumland - Dreamland
Engels - Angels
Erwachsene - Adults
Nuen Kreise - Nine circles
Träume - Dreams
Feb 2020 · 474
Misdiagnosis
Yash Feb 2020
Deceit, false flags waving.
Accusations, Gavel of Injustice.
Apate controls your mind.
Mentiras, Você mente.

Crying witches
bodies in the river.
Forest rituals
laughter and dance.

The Crucible, great Aurther.
White coated, glass-eyed
Judge John Hawthorne, you are.
Don't believe Abigail Williams

Salem witch trials commence.
Screaming ****** ******
Witchcraft! Sociopathy!
Don't throw me in the river.

Believe the innocent.
5 lives, central park 5
liars are adults, kids are angels.
Don't throw me behind bars.

Erro de diagnóstico.
White walls, white lies
empty promises, filled pockets
lamb in wolf´s cave.

Happy little pills.
Serotonin, mess up his mind
make him an empty shell.
**** him up, porque quem se importa.

White angel in white hell.
Josef Mengele, don't touch me
evildoer, you are. **** salute
go back to screaming Heil ******.

Touch me once, I will resist.
Tell me twice, I will talk.
Tame me thrice, I will scream.
Trail of final letters, suicídio.
Portugese
Mentiras - lies
Você mente - you lie
Erro de diagnóstico - Misdiagnosis
Porque quem se importa - Because who cares
Suicídio - Suicide
Feb 2020 · 312
Big Bad Wolf
Yash Feb 2020
Owooooooooooooooooooooo
Big bad wolf, how scary you are.
Beware, your prey has grown nails
and patience for your hunting is low.

Beat your chest, thump thump.
Practice your throat, ahem ahem.
Check your growls and grunts
because the final battle is nearing.

Alpha, head of the table.
Papa, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The hunter, provider of kin
Blood, Zorn, Red for dinner.

Oh my, What big hands you have!
Oh my, What sharp teeth you have!
Oh my, What little mind you have!
Oh my, What black heart you have!

The red balloon, pop.
Scarlett, Crimson, Ruby in sockets.
Bloodshot, bloodlust to the bloodline.
Blue and red sirens nowhere to be seen.

New life, pup
Joy and life for once, yip yap.
Dragged by the scruff
across the ****** spiky path.

Blessed by the doves
Raised by Rainbows
Outsider to the pack
Warrior nonetheless.

Challenger from Childhood
Aggressor from Adulthood
Ares, Mars, Athena
Feast your eyes.

Grunt grunt, deja vu. Repetition of memories.
Snip snip, Bloodlines. The Dam gates have opened.
Emancipation, freedom. 1863 proclamation.
Clank. Down, come the shackles.

Owoooooooooooooooooooooo, Lone wolf.
This poem is about a child who has been pushed and shoved by his father. The child then finally grows up and challenges the big wolf and takes his freedom. The poem uses wolves as a metaphor for the family.
Feb 2020 · 642
Mummified Monster
Yash Feb 2020
Bleeding, missing platelets
Like a fountain, Exsanguination
Carcass, skin and bones left
Bury me, burn me, you better remember me.

Boy, get your paws right off me.
Growl, howl, gnaw, all you want.
Do not defile me. Leave, run for your life
Go face your reflection and scream, monster.

Snaked Nile, blue and white
carry the scratched Sarcophagus
to the end of the world.
Mummified monster.

Relic of the dark past
Monster of today
Destroyer of the bright future.
Don't let him escape, I pray to Horus.

Oh, the divine one-eyed one
heed my prayers.
Isis, guard him like Ra
Fear him like Apophis.

Otherwise, like ISIS
he will destroy your dreams, Mesopotamia.
Possessed by Set, blinded by red
Constrain him before he kills your Osiris.

Swamp, sudden snap. The jaws of Sobek
One monster to the rescue of the other.
Great Khnum, carry the golden coffin to the sea of chaos
destroyed by Isfet or swallowed by the black snake. Keine pflege.

Nephthys. Water, flood him
bury him deep within the death bed.
Vater, Moustached black man
Ich werde dich nicht vermissen.
Just to help understand this, this poem uses a lot of Egyptian mythology references and the end of the poem uses german words.
Jan 2020 · 230
Blood of the Rainbow
Yash Jan 2020
Grey in Rainbow
Blood in capillaries
Gasp, oxygen
blood, turn blue.

Regular beat, relief
Racing car, Lightning McQueen
Anxiety, rush in Aorta
Dilute, soothe, disillusion.

Greek gods, medusa´s eye
Stone sculpture, eternal
Laid bare, ****
Draw me french.

Hands, save thy dignity
clutch the *****
oh my pearls
roll over eyeballs, curses.

Put a paper lantern
over your eyes.
Put your tinted glasses
rose coloured view.

Finger on the pulse
trigger, don't shoot
don't want 49 dead
progress, fear strikes back.

Hoot hoot
the clock strikes 2.02.
Rise up from your bed
you winged sucker.

Vampire, drink your fill
no limit but 6.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 greetings Charon
One coin to River Acheron.

Oink oink
little swine you are.
Pigman, hold your cleaver.
Pig blood, Carrie´s revenge.

****** red, sacrifice Jauhar
Euphrosyne´s joy, Euphoria
River Phlegethon, the path to Tartarus.
Cocytus, bathe me in Lethe.

Hypnos, spare me.
Himeros, May it be
Aporia, Limos, Hedone
Meet Curae, Nosoi, Algea.

Phobos, I am scared.
This poem is about the fear of ***, specifically *******. The poem talks about how in different ways, *** is a thing that haunts and hurts him. From greedy pigs who just want *** to manipulative vampires who want to **** all life out of him. It also talks about how the shooting struck fear in him. The poem then uses refrences to the greek underworld to express his emotions.
Jan 2020 · 732
Papa
Yash Jan 2020
Oh Papa, perish the invading Persian armies.
Oh Papa, do or die at the D-day.
Oh Papa, fight the foreign forces at the front lines.
Oh Papa, go face your turbulent trials in the trenches.
Oh Papa, come back in one piece from the Pearl Harbour.

But Papa, why did you scare your own son into submission?
But Papa, why did you beat your own blood till he bled out?
But Papa, why did you scar your own son into suicide?

Your own son, the sun of your life.
But then Papa, why did you suppress your sun into the sunset?
But then Papa, why did you bury your sun in the horizon beach?

Johny Johny.
Yes Papa?
Did you disobey me?
No Papa.
Are you lying?
No Papa.
Turn your back.
Ah ah ah.
This was my first poem. This poem is about a child who knows that his papa is fighting the odds to survive and provide for his family but is confused and wonders why then, the papa turns around and does horrible things to him.
Jan 2020 · 278
Silence of the Clock
Yash Jan 2020
Tick tock, Slow clock
Piercing sound of Silence.
Disturbance of tranquillity
or is it the silence of the storm?

Eye of the storm
Hands of the clock
Wings of time
Ma'at or Isfet?

Coming of Christ or Kalki
Impending doom or
Time of tranquillity
What tidings do the stars bring?

Frozen, bloodied dove in Berlin.
Blaring sirens of the apocalypse
or news of the red man Gorbachev
which sound will come first?

Carrefour, welcome Hecate.
Blanche´s final invitation or
Lisa´s ticket out of Dissocia
which ride is it going to be?

Sylvia, Blanche, Lisa, Sarah.
Mahavira, Buddha, Moksh.
Time, Destiny, Moirai, Jury
What is the verdict?

So much sound, yet no voice from the trachea.
So much company, yet paint can only last so long.
So many words, yet not a single syllable spoken.
So much, yet none of it.

Storm of Isfet, Impending Kalki
Blaring apocalypse, Final Invitation.
Snip my scarlet line, Atropos.
Slow clock, Tick tock.
This poem is about the unnerving silence and what follows. The poem is a person wondering what will happen next, is it the silence of peace or the silence before the storm?
This poem was inspired by a moment in my life where, in the dead of the night, only the loud ticking of the clock was heard in the entire house.
Jan 2020 · 223
Ghosttown
Yash Jan 2020
My heart beating alone in a Ghosttown, dhak dhak
The ringing phone in an empty house, ring ring
The dripping of water in an abandoned home, drip drop
The soft breeze rustling the curtains in an isolated place, swoosh.

My soul in a Ghosttown, cry.
Sylvia in her kitchen, cut.
Whitney in her bathtub, drug.
Lucy Jordan in her house, laugh.

My love in a Ghosttown
Hades in Tartarus
Hestia at the Hearth
Kitty Genovese in New York.

Adam and Eve in Eden.
Zeus and Hera at Olympus.
Marilyn and John in the White house.
A Ball, A Ballad, A Masquerade.

A Dove in Normandy.
An Olive branch in Kashmir.
A communist in America in 1940.
Dreamers & Idealists in existence.

Mahatma Gandhi in 1948.
John F. Kennedy in 1963.
Martin Luther King Jr. in 1968.
John Lennon in 1980.

Imagine
I have a dream that one day
we need men who can dream
where there is love, there if life.

A heart beating
beats of isolation.
A soul weeping
the tears of loneliness.

My Soul
My Love
My Heart
all in a Ghosttown.
This poem is ultimately about chronic and deep isolation and loneliness. A poem about the deprivation and lack of love from the person.
Jan 2020 · 1.3k
Do Not Belong
Yash Jan 2020
The slow dance with yourself, prom.
No partner in crime, no getaway.
Caught, red and white all I see.
The sirens of my heart, ringing.

No Heer, No Ranjha.
No Paris, No Helena.
No Laila, No Majnu.
No Romeo, No Juliet.

Ties and Dresses
Corsage and Coronary
Royal Red carpets
straight from the heart.

Epileptic lights
Face in a sea of masks
Empty hands and waiting eyes
Welcome to the Lonely Masquerade Ball.

Where no faces exist
home of the masks.
Where no hip is free
Siamese twins.

Only heart that beats alone.
Only open eyed one
Only closed lipped one
Soulless, Loveless.

Hordes, Masses, Groups.
Flurry of flamingos
Cackle of hyenas
Litter of rabbits, garbage.

The ugly duckling
Oscar Wilde
Stars on Earth
Rainbows in storms.

Missing posters, wanted.
Revolving doors, wait.
Get the getaway car
Go Go Go.
This poem is about somebody who does not belong. A poem about isolation in the midst of traditional love. And a poem about getting away from that place.

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