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 Apr 2016 Pretty girl
Ambika Jois
Be my siren.
Give me another chance.
Kiss me now,
My emotions will enhance.

I feel broken
Without your presence.
My heart is weighing more.
I need you, not silence.

You equals me.
Me equals you.
My soul pauses
Just to think of you.

This life is wasted,
Just like the others too.
Come, be my siren.
I will always, always be with you.
In Greek mythology, Sirens were dangerous yet beautiful creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.
Lament: A passionate expression of grief or sorrow.

I wrote this poem inspired by a recent come by of a web comic (LINE WebToon) by the title ‘Siren’s Lament’, exquisitely created and illustrated by Mingso (Miso aka InstantMisoSoup) accompanied by beautiful background music by Kenny (KennyComics). I was very touched by the illustrations that portrayed the heartbreaking one-sided love story between two friends. The saying,”It’s hard to admit when you have fallen in love with someone who can’t be yours.” is pretty much the best way to describe the sentiment behind this comic story as I’ve read it so far. Not to mention how Kenny’s simple piano music to accompany this beautiful and strong emotion reaches my heart and settles deep within my very marrow. I dedicate this poem to Mingso and Kenny for capturing my mind with your talent and art, my new friend Anushri Praveen for introducing me to the comic ‘Siren’s Lament’ and for getting me to start reading something again, and my best friend Sutha Bala for being supportive, encouraging and for believing in me.
Twice did our love see the roses of
St. Valentine's rising sun.
That which follows,
worse than the one foregone.
For we were never
the type
to
obey.

The fourteenth day
of that second month,
he came to me
and I heard him say,
"My darling, for you I bestow a gift!
The gift of irony -
no gift at all."
He knew me
and he knew
me
well.

Then the second Valentines
saw that this year
I'd have a gift for him.
A gift he'd rather not hear.
A gift I'd rather not bear.
The gift to end
all
gifts.

He's happy now.
He has another now.
And I'll be okay so long
as the sky remains blue,
and the setting sun leaves
the clouds
a rosy
hue.

Remove these photographs
from inside my skull.
Can't you see
they're making my heart too sore?
Take these rose-tinted glasses
from upon my face -
for I cannot
bear them
anymore.
A baby’s laugh makes me smile
It always does
But this one was rather unsettling
Especially because
It was two o’clock in the morning
And I was home alone
The electricity was out
So why was there a ringing phone?
I pick it up and say hello
“You will die tonight” a voice growls and I quiver in fear
Because the phone is held up to the right side of my head
And the voice whispered into my left ear


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A poem a day keep insanity at bay!
or sanity at bay,
honestly either one goes.
Our caress,
tightly pressed
chest to chest

“I love feeling
your heartbeat”
You’d tell me

Let me hear it again
so long it’s been
It makes my head spin

Recalling that day
you passed away.
When Forever wouldn’t stay

Did my heart quit?
Or is the rhythm just sh*t?

I tried opening up my arms
But no one felt my heart.
Does it still beat behind my guard?

I just don't feel anything
When you're not talking to me
And this forever isn't answering
When you were coming from together forever, but now dealing with being alone. And too stubborn to move on. An unexpected death in this case.
 Apr 2016 Pretty girl
anonymous
I said no in the kitchen
Standing
When you tried to put
Your lips on mine

I lie on the bed
As my ability to move
Or even speak leaves me
Then here you come
And you sit right
On top of me

Hands in places
They don't belong
You lift my limp arm
And place it around you
As if it's a romantic gesture
Or even my choice
Then you kiss my lips
Despite my no
With my eyes closed

My pants are in your way
You remove them
I lie there
Body limp
Eyes still closed

I'm able to move
An inch out of the way
When you try to do
The unthinkable thing
Not once
But three times

So you settle for
What you could get
Which was everything else
As my body was limp

Eyes open just enough
To stare my anger
Into your soul
I know you felt it
As you sat between my feet
When you were finished with me
Relieve yourself then use my sink
And then I sleep
And then you leave

"Let me walk you home
Let me keep you safe
Its dangerous out there
I wouldn't want you to get *****"
I wouldn't say it was necessarily my decision,
I just let my life play like I was watching it through a vision,
I remember every minute; was never watching for the high lights,
Was waiting for the day id have to ***** to say it's my life,
Instead I scream it's my right, literally living the high life,
Literally living for seconds I'm inhaling, hungry for seconds,
I'll wake up early just because I'm ready for breakfast,
Never had a chain, I lost my head, they call me necklace,
Throwing a hissy,
Fit, starting to wish she,
Would drive home but she just drank all the whiskey,
That ***** gotta be dizzy,
Darian, where you at, starting to wish you were with me,
Wish this bowl wasn't empty,
Wish my friends were more friendly,
I'm so cold,
My souls cold,
You ever thought?,
That you stopped living at 16, smoking *** in apartment complex, parking lots,
Gifted,
So very gifted,
She makes me feel so high much more than ever a spliff did,
I knew her long ago but never knew that it had meant this,
Grandmama as my witness, 6 years later bout to hit it,
rough hands covered in blood
praying you have a cut
as you wash and scrub
until your skin is raw
but it wasn't yours
who's blood was it?
I don't care
I know you do.
try not to look anyone in the eye
ignore the heartbeats
I turned off all the lights
and lie in the dark;
tossing side to side
like a log destined to
plunge.

O' great waterfall, where
art thou?

And so you see
with your eyes closed;
above and beyond this painted
scenery.

I am this close to touching myself;

It's because I shake...

Not out of joy for harmonious dance.

But out of necessity; this body is

a part of me; my very own unraveling.

I let the hands do all the talking.

The conversation is subtle, and much
like leaves rustling in the dead of night;

Everything seems to happen outside an abandon house,
near a factory that's been closed for years;
amidst a vacant parking lot that could
fill thousands...

I touch myself to the sound of you leaving for good.

And I feel shame slither up my spine;

Quite an immaculate spectacle...

The lights remain off,
and you're still so very far away;

My very own constellation, a web of
stars, stars, stars

staring down upon my naked flesh.

I am yours to love and abandon...

I am yours to engrave upon

with scars, scars, scars...
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