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 Sep 2013 Gayatri
The Oddity
I stand before the mirror, circling everything I wish I could change.
Before long, there's more marks on my body than freckles on my face.
It's funny how you could tell me I'm beautiful, and I'll quickly forget.
But a simple 'you're ugly,' will forever be implanted into my head.
I keep my gaze down in front of strangers, terrified they'll see what I see.
My eyes are two open windows to the doubt and insecurity.
Maybe if I just smile, play along, pretend I'm alright,
nobody will suspect those are my cries they hear at night.
And I can't help but wonder what it's like to be pretty.
To make guys stop and stare, tall, tan, and skinny.
To throw on anything and walk with confidence out the door,
instead of trying on 13 different outfits and wondering why you try for.
Why doesn't God listen to me when I beg him to be someone new?
Just live in another's skin, is that so hard to do?
For a day, that's all I need, I want to see what it's like,
to not be the one who stares at her reflection and cries.
 Sep 2013 Gayatri
Eulalie
Jinx
 Sep 2013 Gayatri
Eulalie
I'm not going to write about you in my journal
Because unfortunately I feel that that form of confession tends to backfire dramatically and leave me jinxed.
It's like those ink-stained secrets wrapped up in leather counteract the decadent visions I drift to sleep with at night
And so,
No
I'm not going to write about you in my journal
You see, I care about the concept of you far too deeply to chance our lingering moments on teenage whimsical compulsions to gush in secrecy
About the way your words shifted my anchored soul,
About the flooding in my heart when you bared yours,
About the mass amounts of internal riots
(The butterflies doth protest)
Of your pragmatic, flirtatious adequacy
Nay, mastery.
No
I'm not going to write about you in my journal
For fear of risking those moments of substance:
Secret-swapping
Joke-exchanging
Soul-bearing times where I wanted nothing more than to jump eight hours ahead so that I could see the undigitized blue of your eyes and feel the ends of my nerves explode off my skin like the Fourth of July.
How is it
That physical proximity has nothing to do with the closeness we seem to share?
I feel
Compelled
by some unexplainable piece of mind to insist and hope and wish that
Like you once told me under volumes of conversation,
We are connected.
I don't want to waste any of this enigmatic familiarity and sudden interdependency
On matters of my own private indulgence
And for this,
I'm not going to write about you in my journal
For you say that you are Atheist
But I know that you meant it when you told me
Your soul knows mine.
It came from the heart. My obsessive, infatuated heart.
 Sep 2013 Gayatri
Àŧùl
Let's talk about life in its smartest forms,
Let's talk about the great idea of evolution,
Let's talk about our basic origins in past.

This is a not-so-popular fact that some life forms
Experienced an alien evolution on a different land
Before they dropped us down on this planet to rule.

But look amongst ourselves for their signs,
The tell-tale signs leftover from their visits,
Weird skull shapes is just one of those marks.
I think that aliens are the real Gods for us.

See the cave paintings and ancient wall-etchings anywhere, be it the so-called early-man rock etchings or be it the paintings in the Egyptian or Chinese or Inca pyramids, look at the elongated heads of all their leaders. These structures called pyramids are often accompanied by high towers, possibly possessing the alien-technology of communications or channelizing energies once upon a time.

It may seem eerie but it's surely probable that some of us are less hominid than the rest of us.

My HP Poem #436
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2013 Gayatri
Louise Glück
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
 Sep 2013 Gayatri
PrttyBrd
SoulEater
 Sep 2013 Gayatri
PrttyBrd
desperate for a break in loneliness
longing to be devoured
heart once removed
prey versus predator
gentle, lays the Beast
slowly fueled by crowds of vacant eyes
primal feasts of flesh
no bearing on the soul
no past
no future
momentarily sated
a life of pretense
constructs of reality morph with mood
crushed and renovated by perception
the soul eats trusting hearts
unable to quench the thirst
it spits out bare bones
and goes on its way
living for the bliss of escape
oblivious to consequences no one else can see
Copyright©PrttyBrd 28/9/13
I remember it was at my father's old home,
You came to visit, so we could be alone,
To discuss certain actions and feelings alike,
When I saw you, the air in my lungs got tight.
Excited and nervous, I slightly paced,
As you walked up my drive in all your grace,
How is it that after seven years, I still feel shy?
My heart almost stopped when looked in your eyes.
You had on your favorite dress,
You voiced to me you'd like to rest,
I replied, my room is yours to take,
You said, can you come up and put bed to make?
So coy and mischievous, your smile entwined, yet
So innocent and vague, I could never decline.?
I followed you up the stairs and then,
To my room to make your bed,
As you sat upon a chair of pine,
You spoke to me of the daily grind,
Of how life was half-a-world away,
And how you already wished to stay,
I said, it is so nice to see you again,
It seemed like almost forever and then,
Mid-sentence, you stood, and grabbed my hand,
We stood so close just to understand,
Our shallow breathing gave us both away,
We knew we'd be together by the end of the day.
-
And, My Love, When I Felt Your Lips Against Mine, I Believed In Heaven.
I Believed In The Paradise That I Knew
Were In Your Heart And Mind, That I Knew I Was. I Have Never Tasted Something As Perfect As You. Your Lips Held The Promise Of Cool Rain In The Drought,
Your Eyes, After We Separated From Our Kiss, Held The Purest Form Of Happiness
That Erased My Otherwise Hatred. You Let Me Believe That I Was Meant To Love.
Was Meant To Be Something. You Took The Pain And Left Me Smiling And Smitten.
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