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Jul 2021 · 256
strides
gayatri Jul 2021
walk towards the future with neither doubt nor direction.
May 2021 · 568
rosebed
gayatri May 2021
I've heard many poets wish for a grand death.
One where the waves of the sea
knock the living breath from their pipes.
Or where a hurricane
sweeps them off their feet.

Maybe I'm a little different
from other poets.

It isn't the chaos of the earth that calls me.
It has always been the inviting quiet,
and her sultry eyes
beckoning arms
and sweet lies.

Because I often find myself thinking
about how grand it would be
to fall asleep peacefully
in a bed in a sunny meadow
no eager tics or mosquitos
preying on me.

Maybe with a few flower buds
to bloom and greet me when I wake up.
Oct 2020 · 474
tip
gayatri Oct 2020
tip
bat an eye,
coffee paradise,
it's such a sorrow
when your pour yourself
out, it hurts
the cup
and the saucer.
Jul 2020 · 224
volume
gayatri Jul 2020
silence is complicity
write some words
hope it reaches the community
our opinions met
with such hostility

**** the verse

there's a dictator
running our democracy.
arrest the killers of Breonna Taylor.
we will be heard.
Jul 2020 · 691
fireworks
gayatri Jul 2020
screaming and shouting
the cries of stories untold
being drowned out
.
**** 12. acab. blm.
firework phenomena in NY.
Jun 2020 · 142
missed call
gayatri Jun 2020
i check every message
hoping that it's you
it never is
but i still look
when my phone turns blue.
May 2020 · 186
present day 2.
gayatri May 2020
hello again,
old old friend.
i missed you.
May 2020 · 407
present day 1.
gayatri May 2020
it is spring now.
i don't really know which of the following prompted my acknowledgement of the fact.

it might have been the warmth of the ground beneath my feet,
when I walked on to the patio this morning,
and the change of the air from harsh slaps,
to gentle breeze.

or maybe the dandelions showing their happy yellow faces.

perhaps even the flip of the calendar,
to the month of may yesterday.
april distance brings may existence.
Apr 2020 · 139
nostalgia 5.
gayatri Apr 2020
on rainy days
when we couldn't go out to play,
we'd amuse ourselves watching the window,
where the raindrops raced,
conjoining sometimes,
making their way down the pane,
encouraged by our silence.
window shopping
Apr 2020 · 121
nostalgia 4.
gayatri Apr 2020
it rained today.
or was it yesterday?
someday.
sunday.
monday?
what day is it?
Apr 2020 · 835
nostalgia 3.
gayatri Apr 2020
place distance
between your mind and your surroundings
because inside
there are sunny skies
no masks
only smiles.
in a socially unsocial place.
Apr 2020 · 325
nostalgia 2.
gayatri Apr 2020
isn't it funny to refer to something as nostalgic when it happened so little time ago?
Apr 2020 · 496
nostalgia 1.
gayatri Apr 2020
it was in simpler times,
we now realize,
privileges leave behind,
the fondest memories,
of unspecial happenings.
now treasured
as jewels of youth.
wash your hands.
Jan 2020 · 151
diary.1.4
gayatri Jan 2020
isn't it awkward,
that one day decided many many years ago,
is still renowned as the reset date,
or the one where we set new resolutions,
that we feel will stick,
because the last number of a meaningless four digit count,
has changed?
Dec 2019 · 181
diary.12.31
gayatri Dec 2019
now, im not religious or anything,
but sometimes,
i like to imagine that the snow,
is god's way of kissing us.
he fills the sky with affection,
lays it in soft blankets,
that cradle the earth.
we let it graze our fingers,
and they whisper kind designs,
before melting away in our hands.
god makes it snow,
so he can kiss us coldly,
but at the same time,
remind us of our own warmth.
we are alive.
happy new year.
Dec 2019 · 96
diary.12.18
gayatri Dec 2019
the sun sets earlier now.
the trees whisper to each other icily,
rumors,
about how the sun's affair,
with the dusk mountains,
left their leaves the aftermath,
to detach and die.
barbarian bark.
Dec 2019 · 163
diary.12.17.
gayatri Dec 2019
the trees are covered in ice,
and the sun never greets them anymore.
on the rare occasions when she does,
her eyes cast insurgent glares,
devoid of warmth.

they freeze in wayward positions,
the trees, that is,
and the sky mourns the loss of their spine,
and it cries.

silent and evil tears,
that prohibit recovery.
let it snow.
Apr 2019 · 99
seconds
gayatri Apr 2019
.̸̗̦̤̩̜̙̽
̵̥̬̆l̵̞͒̊̑̋͊̇̇͑͆͜ȩ̷̢̨̮̘͎̘̮̓̅̽͂̊͘t̶̞̼̪̩̬̳̘͖̥̮̑́̑̚͝'̶̓̕̕­̨̱̘̤͕̏̏͊̅̈͊͘s̴̖̓͒̅̽̇ ̵͎̭͔̠̖̃͌̋̈̕͠ͅf̶̨̹̲̯̣̜̳̉̿̍͜r̷̡̖̠̗̟̫̀́̐ę̴͖̬̝͔͙̟̦̊̓́͊̿̽̃̚e̸̡̟͍̒̀͛̓͊­̨̥̻̫z̷̧̛̖͍͚̘̖̤̐̌̚͝͠ͅe̸̤̖͛̐̒̄͜ ̸̡̛̭̙̘͍̐̌̂͠t̸̡͙̦͈͖̖̼́͌̚i̴̜͓͕̟̯̲̤̗̽́̋̇͗̂̋̚̚ͅm̴̼̱̎͗̽͛̍̓̇͘ē̴̽̔́́̽̕͝­̪̞̼͎̞̬̮̬̾͜,̴̹͍̲̠̘͈̠̹̏̀́
̵̬̜̺̻̀͒̿k̵̞̐̆̾̔͊̏̅̑͂e̶̢̛̘͓̝͉͚̙̪̪̹̋̎̄͑̓̎͋̈́­ȩ̷̨̪̜̐͛̑̄ͅp̶̮̰͖̰̻͋̈̑̑̽̚ ̵̙̣̠͍̈́͛͆̾̄͜͝͠ͅỳ̷͙̞̗̗̭͚͉̌̊͐̈̓͛o̷̢̨̗̟̩̞̙̹͗͑̓̽ů̵̮̳̲̫͍̹̞̣̻̳͑̄͝ṙ̸͂̌­̡̭̟̥̞̠͚̭ ̷̡̳͇̝̱̝͙̾̀̐̍͌͠l̴̛̮̣̥̼̣͓͍̄̿́̌̐͗̀͘͜ͅi̴͓̍̊͋̔̅̽͝p̴̯̮͛͐̐ͅş̸͓̪̦̺̻͂̎̒͐ͅ­͉ ̵̬̓o̶̡̯̠̹̗̫͕͊͠ṋ̶̝̠̤̩̺̌̑̐̈́͛͘ ̵͍̄͠͝m̸̡̛̻̣̼̹͍̯̞̻̰̅̅i̵̛̛̜̫̤̋̄̇͛͒͆̇n̵͓͘̕e̵̹̤̯̰͈͠,̶̢͂̔̾͆ͅ
̵̡̦̼̓͒͛̉̉­̤̘̤m̷̨̨̗̞̤̖̍́͛̇ü̶̫̦͖̊̔̍̃̎f̴̘̟̽͊̾͊͑͒̎f̴̛̼͇̯̺̦̗̫̰͛̈́̎̔̒͠l̷̛͔̑̐̽̅̐͐͠­̢̫͎̭͕̫̘e̴̟̝̪̊͜ ̵͕͇̞̜͊̎͒m̷̧̮͎̬̟̣̰̬̌͒̽̾̀y̵̘̻͉̺͍͇͂́̃ ̶̰̻̾̚͝c̵̨̹̟̗̳̰̈́r̵̢̛̩̗͊̎͋͛̿͝͝i̷͍̿͊́̃̄̈́́e̶̢̪͈̲̤̣͍̊̈́s̶͎͔̬̟̎,̵͌͒͆̉̋̾̕­̪̝̓͛̚
̵̢͎͖̗̱̝̱̈́̾̈́ş̴̛̞̲̘̃̔́͒̕e̵̖̥̗͇̝̅͠ͅd̴̨̠͑̍͗̀͘ụ̶̢̩̈̔̓č̵̮̹̖̑̑͝­̙ë̸̱̤̦̩͙͇̇̐̔ͅͅͅ ̷̢̣̦̓̀̍̉m̶̢̗̦̙͒̿̓̽̉̓͘͠y̸̝̬̜͎̝̺͒͒͌̓̃͛̀̕͝͠ ̶̠̀͐̀̈̕m̷̛̛̤̀͌̂͋̑̈͘ĭ̷͖̰̠̋͝n̷̛̛̝͎̱͉͔̲̺̎̓̀̍̈́͝ͅd̶̰̿̃̓͐̂͂͊̏
̸͔̏̌̍̾̃̀­͍.̴̢̣̳̜̱̫͍̠̀̒̔̇̊͜ͅ
Mar 2019 · 357
poison
gayatri Mar 2019
.

.̶̥̙̖͖̹̖͕̤̻̓͌͑͆
̵̯̟̄̿̋̎̄͂̋͂̿à̵̢̧͚̳̥̜͑͆͂̍͒̌̚̚r̴̺͈̜̼̲͈̥̬̈́̓s̶̏̇̆­̨̬̞̪͈̲̏̇e̶͚̮̼͎͖͕͙͚͊͒̃̒͑̑͛́̚͝n̵͍͈̣͉͖̽͗͂͛̋͘͜i̷̪͊͝c̵̡̟̬͉̝̭͓̘̈̽̏́̽̔̂ͅ­,̸̰̻̮̥̠͇͍̭͋̌̎̈́͑͜
̷̨̼͇͇̤͚̮̮̏̒͂́̕c̷̛̩̦̗̄̓͝͝y̸̢͉̻͑̒̽a̵̝̯̤̖̾̀n̴̢͇̳̝̈̚­̨̜͈̰i̷̢̢̪̜͎͇̣̠͚͉̇̓͆͂̋̈́̀͊͝d̴̤̀͘e̵̦͍̻͙̣̓̈́́͜,̷̘̥͂̀͂͋͒̓̕
̸̗͝ṕ̵̛̥̦̋͝͝­̢̝̯ǫ̸̱̪͓̪̮̂̋͊͠l̶͓͌̑̈́͘̚ơ̸̰̙̫̹͖̎̓̀͗̓̒̈̅̕n̵̨̢̪̦͎͉̘͐i̵̢͔̫̟͙̬̦͎͂̒u̴̕­̛̱̯̺̟̗̳̜̬̫̼́̈́̋͗m̷̨̢̯̣̦͓̬͌̈́,̴̧̯̞͕̝͈̖͍̣̘̅̃͂͐͑̄̇͠
̸̨̩̠̗͔̹͎̅̋́̍̃͘̚̚͠͝­̲͇̫p̸̛̘̟͋̋̇̿̈́̐͝͝ę̷̧̥̰͈̐̈š̵͈͍̣̄̇̎̀̂t̵̪̠̺̦̫̳̺̉͗͋̈́̈̋̈́̂ͅì̵̜̇̊̐̉c̶̓­͙̻͈̙͔̈́̈́̾͋̉̀ͅì̷̡͉̝̥͍̥̙̻͚̈́͆͜d̷̡͎̝̼̙̼̟̘̫̆͝ĕ̷̠̎͐̆͝
̷̢͕̬̮͍̪̼̖̭̾͆̃͂͜.­̶͕̐̄͌͜

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tempt me with lies.
Mar 2019 · 320
placebo
gayatri Mar 2019
.

.̵̟̬͎͔͔̳̮̰̩̆͑̕̚̕͠ͅ
̵̼͍̅͛̊̔̅́̓͝ţ̵̯͚͔̫̀̃̄̄͠w̶͈͔̥̝͖̥̝̝̭̒͂̈́́̀̀͘͜͠­i̸̦̳̤̾͛ş̴̛̟͕̺͕̥̣̘̤̉̓͒̋̓̈͆͘͠t̷̨̲̣̞͉͎̲͋̍͗̈́͘͜e̵̼͎̼͍̜̳͇͊̃̒̒͂̆̈́̏͒͝ͅd̵­̧̣̪̠͕́́̕ ̵̩͊̓͒͘w̷̨̪̭͔̤̃̍̀̊ͅȏ̶͚̓͐͌̐̓r̷͇̣̠͛͋̎̀̋̕d̸̠̬̬̞͒s̷̫̭̝̣͈͕͔̈́̈͐̒̐,̵̉̉̇̉­̜̜͜
̶̹̄̊̅̀̚͜ḯ̷͖͈͕̰͙̮̼̗̜̀̀̿̑̀̂̏n̵͓͕̺̆̀̾͛̇̒̊͝ ̴͖̙̘͌̓a̵̛̰̻̺͕͍͓̩͇͇n̴̬͕̬͖̳͉͕̬͍͑ ̵̧̤̝͔̬͚̩̊̾̚u̸͚̦͎̱͂ṋ̸̙̩̥̜̭̩̣̖̼̆́̒̀̿̆s̵̢̩̫̟̮̞̻̮̃̅͛́̊͐̓̀̑͝ṕ̴̊͂̔͌̈́̃­̙̝ͅo̴̡̰̱͔̭̤̘͂̍̀̈́̊̿͐̍͗ḳ̴̪̲̝́͋̅̉̇̐̈́̈́̀e̸̞̭͚͙̬͕̦͔͖͈͋̓n̸̢͇̹̹̠͗̓̅̾ ̷͍̲̱̆̈͠ț̵̡̰͙͉̗̓̆̊͠o̴̡̨̹̱͎̦̥͐̇͂̀͗̉̀̕n̸̛̠̲̖̯͛̊̊̒̽ǵ̸͎̟̭͖͈͓̲̄̑̇̇̍ͅu­̵̧̲̯̯̅̿̊͛͌̓̽̕ẽ̵̙̾͆̑̈́,̶̢̨̼̖̜͙̃̉̈́̾̆̀̆̒̌ͅ
̶̧͎̩̳̥̝̝̞̄͒̾̌͗͠ͅś̶̢̲͕̬̮̜­̝ċ̸̢̢̞̞̻͎̈́̽̀̉̿͗̾̏ͅr̴̞̙̬̗̆̈́̎́͘e̷͍̰̥̪̱̭̓̏̿͗͝ä̴̡̧̖̻͖̣́̄́̉̔̓̐̓́m̴̓̈́͝­͇̼̺̀i̵̱͕͉̭̲̝͉̠̫̔ň̵͕̝̹̗̺͚̉̑͒͝g̶̡̧͎̺̞͔̮̃͗͛ ̶͓͌̉͐͊̿̿͘͠ǎ̴͎̳͎͝r̵͙̺͑̔e̷̡͖̼̬͚̿͗͐͑̈̕ ̷̡̨͙̘̈́͑͋̅̀͋̓̄ͅt̷̛̛͙̱̤́̊͆̊̈͛̆̽h̵̖̮̯̙̺́̿̉̈e̸̢͔͌̔̿̏͆͘͝͝͝ ̴̢͇̪̱̬̲̬̼̋͊ͅḉ̸̡͈͖̺̫̱̥̦́̉͒̚͠ȁ̶̝͗g̵̺̟̩̬̈́e̶̮͔̘̓̒͋́d̶͉̳̍͋͋͆̊̈́̇͗̈́ ̶̧̛̲̖̭͓̬̎̎̀̿͆͊͗̋́b̴̜͇̀̈̚i̴̧̛̗̲̦̰̒́r̶͉̥̣͂̉̇̓̌̈́d̵̨̫͍͕̬̫̊̃̔̃͂̈́͒͝s̵̍̌­̛͉͙͗̃̓̓͛̈͝,̷̜̖͖̺̲̜̓͗̽͒͛̓̀̂̚ͅ
̷̠̤̠̈̐̽̓b̵̨̭̘̣͎͎̘̜͓͕̀̈u̸͓̟͎̻͚̝͍̲̔͛̔̕­͖ṫ̴͉͈͂͋̀̍ͅ ̷̡̟̜̝͓͙̣̉͂͐̅͂͑t̸̡͉̹̳̪̩̻͓̙̥̆̿̐h̸̻̤͙͓̋̍̐͂͒̇̈́̊e̸̫̒̅͋ͅ ̸̫̟͓̑͝l̴̨̨̨̺̖͇̟̮̐̑̎̍͝ó̷̧̩͖̻̣̬͇̮̅̏̐̎͘ç̷̙̇̈́͛̔̈́̃̊͋͌k̴͍̭̹͖̾̈́̀̌̀̊́͌­͔s̵̯͓̹̟̑́̎͑͗̅̋̾͘ͅ ̵͙̓͆̅͌́́́̐̆a̶͚͖̒͐ř̷̠ḙ̵̡̠̱̖̈̒͘ ̵̯͓̣̼̙͕͂̾̀̂̑͜u̵͕͆͛̏̆̋̆͊̕n̷̨̜͖̲̥͎̦̉̊́͆̽̈͂d̷̢͓̯͉̘̒ơ̶͔͂́̑͗͑̿̓̓ǹ̸̛͒­̮̰̳̝̦ë̶̡͙̭̮̻̺̯́̎̽́̍̕
̵̜̫̭̫͔͓̘͉̓̒̓̔̃̆͂̐̆͝.̸̢̛͔̤̙̯͉̭͂͌̒̎̄͝

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freedom is the catalyst of fear.
Mar 2019 · 251
contact
gayatri Mar 2019
.̶͙̰̪̳̥͔̭̭̤̽̒͆͊̇̚͝
y̷̡͚̤̻͌́͒̍͐̀̒͠ͅȯ̴̧͙͍̠̘̠̣̅͊͊͜͝ṷ̶̡̺̗̖̱̺͉̬̌̇͂̅͂­̙r̸̛͈̳̣̻̼̐͌̽́̍͗͛͌͜͠ ̶̘̋̈̏s̴̟̳͈͈̯̼̜̖̙͌̇k̴͓̯͈͌̽͒̑̈́̌͜i̷̛͇͔̠͍̇̅̈́́ṉ̶͇̰͔̯̱̓,̵̨̨̢̱̮̦̦͇̑̔̿̑͘­̧̖

̴̤̘̳͊́͘s̵̹̖̤̦̬͐̉͛̋̀͝ṕ̶͙͉̗e̷̢̼͎̪̱͉̤̼̪͇͋̄̔͒̋͝a̶͕̮̘͖̗̟͒͐̏̔̐̚ḱ̷­̡̙͙̥͙̗͔̞̐̈́̓̃͒s̶̰̯͓̻͛̋̊̽̋͂̾ ̴̧̟͓̰͕̦̳̗̻̳̐̉̌̀̚ẗ̵̼̙̰̲͇̳̺͎́̓͋̊̐̅ơ̸̖̤̠̰̲͋͊͋͐̈́͗͝ ̶̢̲̝̥͙̭͇̙̜̈́m̶̨̖̹̺͎̬̪̠̭̈́e̶͔̜̟̙̼̪̪͈̘̾ͅ,̶̨̋̃̍̉̆̂͘̕

̷̡̲̭̤̼̋͐̂m̶̅̌̃͠͝­̢̝̗̠̪̜̝̻̏́͒̆̎y̷̨̡̠̻̏ ̵̩̈̍̄l̴̳̝̜̈́͂̓̑̈͛́̕i̵̜̱̭͇̇̍̌́͋͋̽̽͝p̶̗̩̰͖̓̾̑̈̕s̵̪͖̯͚̦̈́̃̈́ ̸̦͇͙̊̔͌͆̂̓̏̈́̚͘͜w̷̙̜͍̝͈̜͊̅́̂̀̂́̿̕r̷̢̙͖̯̦̪̩̈́̒̈́̋̕i̸̗͖̗̾̾̓͘t̵̛̅̏͊̌͌̃͝­̬̜̻̫̀e̶̡̫͔͑͑̓,̵͖͕̝̯͖̃̆̓̅

̴̛̘̬̥̙̭͕͓͈̰̠͌̈́͌̀͊͋͝n̷͍̣͍͇̮̔̄̌͝ä̷͉́̌͌͑̽̚­ķ̶̰̥̮̈̈́ͅe̸̯̞̳̊̆̉̉d̴̡̠̤͎̰̟̞̞̗̞͐̑͋͒̎̀̀͠͝ ̸̨̢͔͚̝̝̜̓̾͆̔̀̐͜p̶̨̙̘͙̺̥̬͔̹̂͒̐͠ȍ̵̡̳̼͙̥̰̜̰̼͒̂̆͊͜ę̶̱̺̩̰͎̮͛̎̇̓̾̆̚͠t­̵̠͓͉̱̗̐̃̀̈́̀̚͝r̵̲̩̲̘̯͉̯͙͗̈́̈͂̾̋y̷̛͔̳͋̔͠

.̶͙̰̪̳̥͔̭̭̤̽̒͆͊̇̚͝
out of the rune and into my new muse.
Mar 2019 · 14.5k
first date
gayatri Mar 2019
l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̠̺͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ­̨͔͔̟̯̤,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
Feb 2019 · 627
patience
gayatri Feb 2019
į̴̳͓͇̤͉̮̯͔̓̐͆͝ ̷̼͚̳͔̜̋̏́̓͗͑͗̾͛͝
̸͉̤͇̽̕č̶̰͎̪̝̞̲̖̙̀͋͘͜a̵̻̱̫̪͈̰͔̝͙͆̎̂̂̕ͅǹ̷̛̼̥̣̆̌̓­̡͉̺'̸̢̠̹̟̠̫̹͚̅́ţ̴̛͚̘̐̀̾̽̔͌̐̉͝
̵̬̖̃̈́̒̍̄͝k̸̬̈̓̋̊̉͋̃̕ͅȩ̴͕͉̩̤͌̒͘ë̶­̢͗p̵͓̗̍͆́
̴̺͓͎͓̹̥̐͆ẅ̴̰͔̼̣̳̜͍́̂̄̈́͜͜͠a̶̖̳̯̝̥̐͗̀͑̓͗ͅį̵͔̓t̵͍̫̮̙͒̔̀̄­i̶̛̯͖̬͉̞̜̊̈́͝ͅn̴̝͙̫̼̊͊͗͋͗̅̿̓̀ģ̶̨̯͔͋̀̀̋͘
̶̛̘̩́̊̔̕f̵̼͚̬̼̗͉̜̗͓̐͒̚o̶̓­̡̪̟̬͎͍̗̖͒̌͠͝ȑ̷̲̲̜̓͌̌́̐͠͠
̸̨̝͐̈́̈́͐̄͊͠͠y̵͕̭̺̝̦͒͂̑̄o̴̧̡̲̘̦̻͇̦͍̐̂̔̋̋u­̴̡̣͔̪̝̊
̴̝͔̉͂̑͠ͅä̶͔͇̹́n̸͖̿̈́̀̋̚̕y̶̞̪̠̼͈͈͐̾͌̂͝͠
̵̧̳̤̃̑͒̃̆̀͗̽͐̾l̵̾̍̚­̝̭͉̘͔͛̓̀̃͊͆̀ͅͅo̸̝̽ǹ̴̡̦̘̹̰̹̙͌̏̄̎̕ģ̸̛̟̤̖͍̯̰̫̹̙̑̒́̅̔̔̔ê̵̻̱̗̣̣̾r̴͝­̧͈̩͎͋͆̎͂̉̀
.
Feb 2019 · 149
entitled
gayatri Feb 2019
how do i
choose between my
lover and my lie
by letting seduction fly
or by leaving love blind?
we have to talk.
Feb 2019 · 149
sapiosexual
gayatri Feb 2019
****** my mind,
strip my words,
lick my lines,
and kiss my fragments.
****, i need you.
Feb 2019 · 223
sincere
gayatri Feb 2019
time was not mine to waste,
and in a moment of haste,
i brought my lips to her face,
and kept them there,
until she pulled away.
happy valentine's day.
make love, not war.
Sep 2018 · 185
pelt
gayatri Sep 2018
if you were the clouds,
id ask for rain,
and stick my tongue out,
to taste you again.
Sep 2018 · 239
dream
gayatri Sep 2018
if you were dreams,
id ask the sandman for visits,
of cloud filled wonder,
and star glazed kisses.
Aug 2018 · 172
confess
gayatri Aug 2018
words stuck in the back of my mouth,
though i want to shout,
no voice comes out,
caught another convenient hoarse throat.
i could never tell you.
Aug 2018 · 153
young
gayatri Aug 2018
i use long words,
and unsharpened pencils,
to scratch naive thoughts,
onto notebook paper.
Aug 2018 · 166
stand
gayatri Aug 2018
how can we think of kindness,
when there's bullets in our brains?
how can we think to protest,
when there's nicotine in our veins?
we're all so high,
and we can't fight,
so we cry and drink,
to being deprived,
of our rights.
i'm back.
Jun 2018 · 164
fierce
gayatri Jun 2018
who am i,
but one who is kind,
one who is never right,
one who must learn,
what it means to fight.
Jun 2018 · 168
paradise
gayatri Jun 2018
what is happy?
is it the feeling of grass under my feet,
or water in my hair,
perhaps the whisper of hope i feel,
when you're there,
but i do not know,
for happy is a foreign term,
for people on an island,
of blue seas and white sand,
a place where smiles are permanent,
and my frown is banned.
Jun 2018 · 140
held
gayatri Jun 2018
ill use my lips to color your skin,
use your moans to speak poetry,
as our colors blend in,
cling to me,
we are both so weak,
but we are free.
Jun 2018 · 171
pathetic
gayatri Jun 2018
i always wonder why,
i feel so left behind,
when i see the tears you cry,
of the sympathy i hate to find.
May 2018 · 171
empty
gayatri May 2018
everything was the way in which i was,
in the way everything i did was done,
in the way everything i went was from,
in the way that everything i wanted was none.
May 2018 · 236
lonesome
gayatri May 2018
tire and torment,
fire and greed,
revenge is hellbent,
tied to seduction and need.
May 2018 · 136
burns
gayatri May 2018
cigarette,
rhymes with regret,
it's ironic and yet,
it's time well spent,
trying to forget,
that was how we met.
light 'em up.
May 2018 · 513
hung
gayatri May 2018
poets do drugs,
so they may forget,
how to sew threads of words,
into the eloquent fabric,
of the material of your dress,
you wore when you left.
May 2018 · 126
popular
gayatri May 2018
i drink,
but it burns,
i love,
but it hurts,
i smile,
without truth,
i cry,
but only for you.
May 2018 · 156
mona lisa
gayatri May 2018
i think much of the man,
that painted my curves,
with the tips of his fingers,
like i was a dream,
that may fade,
if his mind wasn't concentrated,
only on me.
i tried a new, non-rhyme scheme for this poem. i'm actually writing a short story on this topic!
May 2018 · 146
waves
gayatri May 2018
you write words in the sand,
about the distance between our hands,
how lonely you truly are,
how i always seem a little too far,
so we stand next to each other on the beach,
i, just a prize that you can no longer reach.
Apr 2018 · 132
unattainable
gayatri Apr 2018
it's hard to find the motive to go,
when the light is low,
and your body is close,
when i touch you i know,
that you don't know.
i like you.
Apr 2018 · 124
contacts
gayatri Apr 2018
if your eyes were keys,
you could do as you please,
there would be no locks that wouldn't open,
they'd all fall as you broke them.

such is the magnitude of the beauty of your eyes,
though they hold libraries of blue-tinged lies.
Apr 2018 · 129
momentary
gayatri Apr 2018
seconds pass quicker when you are scared,
words are heavier when lust hangs in the air,
uncertainty is i know not where,
but i revel in the touch of my hands in your hair,
while you cry and shout about how life isn't fair.
Apr 2018 · 212
thievery
gayatri Apr 2018
i do not conform to petty fate,
ill beg, borrow and steal,
if it means being great.
none of what i say is real,
ill will you to death with my smile,
and then ill happily add your body to the pile.
Apr 2018 · 146
constricting
gayatri Apr 2018
it pulls,
i push,
it stings,
my body burns,
it swings,
i lose all feeling,
the stool's on the floor,
my soul's out the door.
Trigger Warning.
Apr 2018 · 128
humane
gayatri Apr 2018
For a woman, intelligence doesn’t mean anything.
It’s not something that’ll help her get a ring.
She was made and taught to be pretty,
And her beautiful brain is condemned by society.
She predicts Newton's laws of scientific theory,
As her husband laughs, and calls her silly.
Apr 2018 · 205
open book
gayatri Apr 2018
the words that i write,
the fists i use to fight,
my hopes which were once so bright,
my burdens which were once so light,
make a me,
that can never be free.
Mar 2018 · 169
dizzy
gayatri Mar 2018
temptation tantalizes my tongue,
the sweet flavors burn my lungs,
and my confidence always tends to rise,
when i wear my whiskey eyes.
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