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Forever crushing
Boot heel of the mind
Memory
Regret
Loss
And everything that is not
Forever poking
Prodding
Reminding
I forget all I need
I remember the pain
That which cuts
Which should be left lain
Wherever it fell
Move on
Grow up
Break down
Give up
Searching backwards
Jog on the spot
Throw in the towel
Through in the ******* lot
Burn it down
Raise it up
See it all
Make it stop
Get a grip
Get a life
Let it out
Court your strife
Wear it like steel
Bare it like honour
Defender
Creator
Reborn a goner
A creature
A dancer
A thing inside skin
Masquerade smiling
It’s a monster within
Charming
Witty
Smiling and kind
Inside it’s burning
Hate for your mind
A trembling a shaking  
It wants to get out
Patient
Calm
Opportunity will shout
Take it one time
Never again
Strike while it’s hot
Never amend
Speed poem, write, read, post
i should be asleep
the sun is already burning holes
through the heavy blanket of clouds
have i mentioned the rain
keeps me awake

things are wrong
wrong wrong for some reason
the world feels heavier
drip drip drip it wont stop
please

i want to be
with you with you somewhere
maybe then things would be okay
can things be okay
would you just
hold me
why why why
i feel so lost without you
 Aug 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
Violet
I am everything you want me to be
Good girl
Good grades
Good school
Good friends

I am everything you made me into
Brokenhearted
Doubtful
Restless
Disappointed

Believe me, I am everything you wanted me to be
And everything you had not expected of me
 Aug 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
MRFG
One day, you're going to miss the sweets
message I give you every morning.

you're going to miss how
I use to worry about you.

you're going to miss the
smile and surprises I gave for you.

you're going to miss any annoyingness.
One day I walked away from a happy story,

and you're going to miss how actually
had someone that actually wanted you.

And one day you're going to miss me.
 Aug 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
Eloi
Take a look at my body,
Look at my hands,
There's so much here
That I don't understand.

You made so many promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them.

I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long,
As if I'm becoming untouchable.

Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark.
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart.

They say that promises
Sweeten the blow
But I don't need them.

I'm a slow dying flower,
A Frost killing hour,
The sweet distant taste of
untouchable.

I need
The darkness,
The sweetness,
The sadness,
The weakness.

I need
A lullaby,
A kiss goodnight,
Angel sweet,
Love of my life.

Do you remember the way
That you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored?

Well, is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Or I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth,
Hold your breath,
Kiss me now before your death,
I'm going to miss you,
I wish you had known,
If you had maybe you wouldn't have gone.
i need you to pick up my pieces
even though your hands are both cut
from trying to sort through all this mess

i've done my best for you
but i'm so tired my love
i need you now
i want to be in your arms
instead of out here
on my own
 Aug 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
Caro
He slept and I loved it,
He dreamt and I coveted not,
Having dreamt many dreams,
Spared of sleepless nights,
His sleep was my happiness,
His dreams my requite,

His hands in my hair,
Fingers long and strong,
The air in his lungs,
His chest so wide and proud,
Twice I said to him:
           Look up love it's the stars
Twice he said to me:
           No you are my star

Though I've dreamt and slept to my hearts content,
It's his dreaming, his sleeping,
That murders my weeping,
The gentle close of his eyes and his gracefully wandering mind,
That sends a torrent of peace through my chest.
He slept and I felt the heavens smile.
To be remembered
To have a legacy
Through the ages

For this goal
Many men greater than I
Have devoted themselves

The great pharoahs
Built temples and pyramids
That stood the test of time

But who can remember their names?
And who amoung those
Could recall their personality?

Does anyone know
Who they really were in life?
What they loved and what they feared?

If the pharohs themselves
Failed to be truely remembered
What hope do I have

Me, I will be content
Loving and being loved
Until I return

To wherever my true home may be
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