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206 · Jan 2019
Horizons anew
Ceida Uilyc Jan 2019
Shake
Awake
Molding conviction to stay strong
Win over the hurdles, part ways of hay
Reality
What you may be, I dare you to go faster than me
My fire is endless
My conviction is bottomless
I am ready to engage.
204 · Dec 2018
What is the price of mercy?
Ceida Uilyc Dec 2018
Crouching
Hunchback
Pilgrims from Mordor

Climbing
Steep
High
Tianmen

Can mercy be bought with
Sweat
Tears
Claps
Shouts
Screams
Kneels
Whips?
Who wants pity?
195 · Dec 2018
My Kumaoni Songbird
Ceida Uilyc Dec 2018
Mosquito bite
clenched me awake

With a palm full of your hair
Gleaming Kumaoni forehead
Clasped with a ruffle

Warm
rushing dopamine

You turned
I hummed

White noise
Fireworks in the distance
Swearing Windows
Bellowing Curtains
Rainy Pearls of sweat.


We curled
Twin fetus swirls
In a Womb of Thorns

The Oudh on your beard
The flaky burns on my temples

Blended Ambroise
Glaring tunnel of light.
I didn't look up.

I watched the twilight shimmer on your mumbles
Crawling to sleep
While the darkness engulfed the whites.
My painkiller is my Kumaoni Songbird.
191 · Sep 2018
PERENNIAL BLUES
Ceida Uilyc Sep 2018
Snarling clues underneath the dollies
Waiting for a nudge to rise up and vanish
And pop back only when the fret breaks into a moan
They will never find
Why else do you think people still talk about the people on Titanic?

Chummy jays
Cockooing with crows saying its alright
Mocking sad a bulge hiding behind the crooked crimson spring
They will never see
Why else do you think Amazon Rainforest is not a Honeymoon destination yet!
182 · Oct 2018
Reason
Ceida Uilyc Oct 2018
Why do we do what we do?
Why do we jump even if it’s a dump?
Why do we turn to wolves for a burn?
Why do we heed to bleed?

When the noise lulls and poise hulls
It’s not staggering.
It’s badgering.
Reason, even of a bison catches the raven by awe.
It lays flat and blaze to plaid.
What is reason?
170 · Dec 2018
blackwater lillies
Ceida Uilyc Dec 2018
When the sun went up,
it was a cold snuggle

No warmth
No shivers

Shaking to trembles
in a paradise
not mine
perhaps yours

Not ours
Theirs unknown

When the sun went down
it was a ****** paranoia

— The End —