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It seeps into my body
Icy tendrils licking at my soul
Shivering their way to my heart
A frozen carcass
 Feb 2018 anshika gehani
Saasha
My call
Be simply touch
Hello!
I miss you baby
 Feb 2018 anshika gehani
Bobcat
Put on my pants
Put on a show
Fake a smile
No one will know

Don't show weakness
Fake my emotions
Bury my anxiety
Just go with the motions

I gotta play fast
Need to sing out of tune
Because don't you know
Punk Rockers Don't Sing The Blues
Wonder if it is the right time

to lay my true feelings out on the line.

I fear that you might not
feel what i'm feeling
do you or do you not
Watch me
as am falling
and sink into the deep.

and if I fell in love
I fell for you.

All my love
before you
is all that I've got.
   Might not mean much to you
   but it's my whole heart.

and you can say
"not yet"
or
you "can't accept this"

but it's all my love
to you
if you want it.

Hasn't meant that much to anyone yet


All my love
to you
a love with no end.

All my love
so true
a love with no end.

All my love
again again and again.

All my love to lose
All my love I will risk.
Poetry is for those who write it,
not for those who read it.
28 December 2017 - How I feel about poetry.

Short edit: I've invoked a bit of controversy over this poem, and that is a good thing in the grand scheme of things. I just wanted to clarify an important point, however. This poem is not intended convey that poetry is not at all for the reader. I only mean to express that the writer is in the unique position of having written the poem, but there are many readers. I tend to write poetry for myself, but I'm happy if readers share in my poetry.
Pain is ecstasy
******* in a false reality
I cut my wrist
I feel the blade as it rips my skin
Oh the ecstasy I can’t keep with in
As I bleed, with every drop I get weaker
I see a dark shadow is it the reaper?
I wipe my eyes and reach out my hand
I ask the angel of death to take me to the promise land.
 Dec 2017 anshika gehani
Arati
Mean.
 Dec 2017 anshika gehani
Arati
The
only
one
whos
mean
to
me
is
me.
I'm tired of ******* myself, I crave of someone eles
to force my legs open
to puncture my insides with their hands turned into fingers
I want to *** until I loose count
I want to shake of pleasure  until I start to twitch
I want to have my mouth open with no words coming out from state of shock
I want to feel so good my eyes fill with tears
I want to hear my juices as they fall
I crave of someone else
You ***** me.
And all your friends thought it was a joke.
You ***** me.
And I blamed myself for weeks.
You ***** me.
And I still do.
You ***** me.
And my parents called your parents to talk about it.
You ***** me.
And I’ve never felt so embarrassed in all my life.
You ***** me.
And a year later I saw you at Waffle House.
You ***** me.
And all I want to do is drink.
You ***** me.
And it did not leave physical bruises.
You ***** me.
And it left bruises on my soul.
You ***** me.
And I am still not broken.
You ***** me.
But you have not won.
Your lips tell the simplest of lies
How much you love me
I’m beautiful in your eyes
How gullible can one be

I’ve forgiven before
I’ll forgive again
always coming back for more
Perhaps I live for the pain

Why can’t I just say no
Pack up my things
Finally let go
Stretch out my wings

My brain tells the simplest of lies
I need you, without you I’ll die

T.E.
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