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The chariot Mar 2020
You infiltrate
You possess
Your silhouette in my dream so real
Your eyes engraved in every blank space I fear
Playing tricks on my mind
Obscuring my realities and my nights
Infecting my peace, making me tremble
Making me long, so strong
In ways I thought was never possible.
The chariot Jan 2020
It’s a scary zone when things stop mattering
When relevance starts transcending the irrelevance
What then....huh?
The chariot Jan 2020
Tell me
It's give and take they said
But why do i now feel empty
And your thirst is still unsatiable
Maybe because i let you drink.
#parasites
The chariot Dec 2019
One thorn ****** me
It bleeds
I remove it
It scars
Then another thorn ****** me
Right where the first one had hit
It bleeds more
Pains more
Scars more
I remove it
But it doesn't heal and it doesn't stop
And it ****** and it bleeds and it scars on and on
And all I want is to stop it
So i keep on removing the thorns
But only if i had known
How to stop watering it, nurturing it
The bushy rosy plant!
The chariot Dec 2019
Into the night
The moonlight pulls me
Towards it
It feels so real
Nearing it, the emptiness fading away
But the moinlight blinds me
Oh so silly
Oh so shallow
But oh! It felt so real
And now i am on the moon
This feeling echoes so strong
But it doesn't hit me hard
It doesn't hit me real.
I long things. I do them. They end. They leave this emptiness behind making me think why did i even want it, the simple things they feel so pointless and fake after i get them or do them. It makes me fear if i will ever feel connected enough to feel the reality.
To feel it was meant to be ,to feel it to be true.
The chariot Nov 2019
Why i keep seeing the machines that make no sense
Where are their engines and what is their fuel
What is the fuel that just keeps them running
Why don’t they stop
Why don’t they think?
The chariot Nov 2019
Sometimes i wonder
What is this circus
Who are the players
What are the rules
How
How do i become a part of it in the day
And if i ever get detached in the night
when the joker stops smiling and goes back home
Sometimes i wonder
What is real and what is the facade
What am i and what trapezes they want me to pull from
Watching silently
As my instincts fade in between
In between the lights on and the lights off
Sometimes i wonder
What my heart thinks
What is taught in the circus
And the gap that traverses within
And then i wonder
Why
Why and how is that gap so huge
So huge that i cant find the ends of it
On searching all the recesses
This empty huge gap
Between what my heart thinks and what is taught in the circus!
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