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Sep 2015 · 923
On Parallel Universe
Anoushka B Sep 2015
For all that you could and
could not see
For all that you would and
would not see
For all that there is
and isn't
Is a world where can and cannot can't be
This world isn't enough for me

Maybe in another world
where you can be
I may or may not exist
In a world where can and cannot can be
I'll meet you there

Maybe in yet another world
where you will be and
I just might not exist
In that world where can and cannot may be
I will never meet you
Aug 2015 · 941
Pushing up daisies
Anoushka B Aug 2015
You were the forests
birds fled through your *******

you enclose oceans
the earth
the skies

i was just an acetic star
shards of light fled me as i burned
faded
as they disgraced my body

not even the scintillations could linger my soul


i was contained within you
i was only a wave in your vast ocean

i was only a splinter in the earth

only a scintilla in your vast skies

Now Im pushing up daisies in the same wind

Buried beneath the hurricanes
which i would once call gusts

tornadoes which i used to breathe in
now rise from me
now
as i lay dying
my baby left me and all i could make of it at 2 am was poetry
May 2015 · 722
Isabelle
Anoushka B May 2015
Oh Isabelle, by the time you have read this letter, I will be gone.
Don’t fill up Styx with your celestial tears, dolorous darling.
I was always the heavy volume between dark and light, never the heavens you imagined.
But the tiny fragments of shimmer you saw in space.
I was the Sun, Polaris, Sirius and Vega
You insist to give me a name and meaning
I was Orion, Taurus, Aries, Andromeda,
No longer the withered blossoms of stars

Sonorous darling, there is not much to say
but that I am no longer yours
No longer the array of constellations you made of me

I belong to another
Another Celeste, another Corona
Perhaps I never was the constant Sun
I was the shifting heavens, the voracious tides on Neptune

And now I’m no longer yours
Rising from my astral birth, Im no longer yours.
Apr 2015 · 362
18/1
Anoushka B Apr 2015
I saw the world as bright red
I saw you and the world dropped dead

I dreamt you loved me the way you said
But spring turns away and I no longer hear your name

I should have known you would leave again
Then maybe I would've loved you less

I dreamt you loved me the way you said
But months pass and I keep forgetting your name

Now spring has returned and I see you
But I don't remember you anymore and neither do you
This is probably the worst poem I've ever written. But I decided to put it up anyway
Dec 2014 · 491
I Don't Ring Thunder
Anoushka B Dec 2014
I'm not the raging winds
I'm not the falling sky
I'm not the predatory night

I don't ring thunder

I'm not the fumes of stars
I'm not the fury of fire
Neither am I the rising sun
I'm no longer sinister

I'm the calm centre of the world
I'm the eye of the tornado
I'm the crescent moon

I'm mist, I'm rain
Winds gush through my soul
I'm heaven, I'm celeste

I'm the call to vesper
I'm the requiem of my past
Dec 2014 · 418
You
Anoushka B Dec 2014
You
You contain the oceans,
You consume the forests,
In you, house galaxies,
In you, sinks the universe
An ode to my inspiration
Nov 2014 · 19.8k
Sex
Anoushka B Nov 2014
***
Through the naked crest of your back
The dips above your clavicles
And the way I lunge at your jaw.

Through pale hands and swollen lips
And heavy eyes

It echoes

Resonates through thin air
And seeps into the cracks of the walls
The way it collides with your skin
And buries through the flesh

That moment, awakening, I got through
You know now how much I love you
Sep 2014 · 552
Cecelia
Anoushka B Sep 2014
I once met a girl in Paris, a local
She accidentally brushed the injury on my elbow.
When I looked threateningly, all she did was smile
She was beautiful, that girl
And not in the way that beauty is conventionally defined.
She did not have full lips or arched brows or rounded *******.
She was skinny and pale and her cheeks were hollow.
She was beautiful.
Her smile was beautiful.
In the way that lovers hold hands
In the way the first rains dampen the earth
In the way the sun sets in the orange sky
She was beautiful.
Her smile was beautiful.

Its been four years that I've met her and I still find myself writing poems about the way she smiled
Aug 2014 · 328
Untitled
Anoushka B Aug 2014
I don't think of you as often as my somber blues
Nor do I think of us as the fervent dyad
I think of you as the celestial bodies
that float delicately in the starry nights,
As the gold laced ambrosias or elixirs
I might consume to bring me dreams of you
For it is essential that I trance my mind with your thoughts.

Now you are horizons afar
A distance too great for a fragile mind like mine

And as I abruptly awaken from my nightly slumber,
I long for that sleep that brings me dreams of you

So tonight I will sleep in a lull
with hopes of you inlaying my dreams
So mellow that I whisper and your heart pulsates
So close that you close your eyes and I fall asleep.
Jun 2014 · 2.1k
Whimsical
Anoushka B Jun 2014
We are the material of dreams
A constellation falling into place
We live on edges and whims
An exploration in the dim
Our cigarettes are brighter than our eyes
Kisses forced and unjustified
Our lips reek of haem
And our veins burst at their seams
We fall with a dull thud far from elegance
Mirroring our left of paragons
'Am I to last?' I remember me say
And you say crying, 'Your sad eyes gave you away'

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