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  Oct 4 Srijani Sarkar
Mara
Is poetry dead
took its last breath
eating up all it's words
I'm feeling so hurt
poetry is dead
we mourned for days
sounds of sobs heard around the world

we slept in silence
lights on

poetry is dead
hello poetry welcome back to the internet
  Oct 4 Srijani Sarkar
Mara
I've got things to say
look away
writing
pens and pencils
don't look in
tear a page
unopened letters
I hate
I've got things to say
forgotten memories
lost melodies
jumping tales
go outside
hide
find the darkest corner
and cry
echo out your sorrows
tell me why
I've got things to say
I will never say
  Oct 4 Srijani Sarkar
Mara
I hugged a crying cloud
I caught a drop of rain in my hand
I killed the sun
put the earth's wind inside my hair
sorry
not sorry
I wait for my mistakes to catch up
for now
I
hug crying clouds
I **** the morning sun
I catch rain drops in my hands
guide the wind into my hair
I wait
for my mistakes to paint a portrait of me
committing the worst of crimes
against myself
the only love I grew up on
was destruction
self-destruction was my way of self-love
self-harm is my way of caring for myself
with broken hopes
my mistakes painted a dreary portrait
there
a cloud hugged me crying
the sun killed me sleeping
rain caught me falling
the wind whispered love into my head
some days
I'm sorry for everything
Poets can't keep secrets. We're poets.
     We must express emotion no matter the
     truth or consequence. We spill tears.
     We ask for your heart and soul. We
     scratch blame upon a page like
     ancient scribes with prayers to rain
     upon the unwashed masses and baptize
     you into the church of gracious poets.
  Oct 4 Srijani Sarkar
Mara
let me spill my guts
swallow it

can I tell you
everything

can I tell you
nothing

cut me open

eat my words

feed me your daydreams

I just want to tell you

let me have all the control

don't think
let me think for you

spilling my guts

running away
  Apr 7 Srijani Sarkar
Bullet
Moons watch me
Phases shift me
A wave bring me into existence
Show me the ways to the shore
Let me finally listen to the peace of the storm
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