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Moksha Jan 2015
you are a fire,
and I, a small flame,
darling, it's your passion
that puts me to shame.
Moksha Nov 2014
I kissed your heart
maybe touched through
that surface and broke apart,
a fraction of affection

it's your world and mine
and it's come to coalesce,
I fear the consequences,
the heartbreak even less.

I'll live free- spirited, and carefree,
I'll feel this until it's time.
This is when worlds
are just meant to collide
and yours simply
ravaged mine.
Moksha Oct 2014
Illusions of friendships
They toy with my mind
They say I'm insane
Do they know who I am inside?

I'm reeling from pain
My brain hurts to think
I can't do it anymore
And I can't stay still

I'm shaking with rage,
Pain and anger all combined
I need to restart this life
But then I'd have to **** myself

I understand now my friend
How lonely you felt then
When no one really cared
Or pretended to see this

I rage against this world
So callous and unconcerned
So deeply wounded upon itself

Until I see something that shakes you
Like the way it shakes me to my core
Until I see you reel from the intensity
This heartfelt burst of emotion

Until you see that you need to care
Because we're all a little short of love,
I'll burn and rise time and again
and I'll curse you to burn with me too.

This pride will be selfish
Until it is burnt to ashes,
And thoroughly washed away
By the tears of pouring rain.
Moksha Sep 2014
i read back on that diary entry
i still see you looking back
it's creepy, scary, and so eerie
that your memory has gone black

over exposed to life itself
like a film camera in the sun
loving nothing but yourself
offering happiness to none

i'm here waiting for today
but all i see is the image of yesterday.
Moksha May 2014
Nothing on the outside
You cannot hide
From the light within
Moksha Mar 2014
From a well of war, blood and thirst,
I, upon an iron cross have been cursed.


This land is parched of freedom, it's full of debt,
I find death my only best bet.

Bandaged upon the table, it's bedrest,
I bet another bullet in my head would be best.


Darkness closes in and around,
I know not until another body is found.


Jagged shrapnel cuts into my heart,
The war never ends, I am torn apart.


My love, my life has been ripped away,
The silence closes in, tis' but another day.


Faces of dead people upon my windowsill,
Fires of hell have looked nicer still.
my teacher took us to a gallery with some intense drawings and paintings of life in the trenches and war scenes. Each quote corresponds to a piece of art the I saw, be it a painting, drawing, print, or sketch.
Moksha Mar 2014
Swirling notes of earl grey and red
Tinkering bells of vermillion
Voiceless silhouettes of sea green
Silky fountains of chromium
Shining chimes of turquoise
Swirling thoughts of silver
Roars of violet
Shivers of peach
Footsteps of twilight
Shouts of mango
Kisses of the sun.
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