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Inga Aug 2016
Idle moments, sweet talks

Having the best times of my life
Across the far numerous possibilities
Velvety colors
Everything was a beauty

Morning smiles
Egos whispering
Telling what the most important

Thing they could
Have
Ever imagined

Marble-like eyes
Onward towards you
Sighs between regrets
Tales won’t seem to work like they used to be

I’ve always been wondering about
Mystical creatures
Pondering inside my chest
Orbiting like constellations
Running like a pack of wolves
Touching this beating heart
And making my head spin round and round
Notions go shuffle like cards
These were all because of a

Person who happened to have passed by
Earning almost everything kept
Roaring out the most silent of thoughts
Scorching the once chilled soul
Over and over but I promise
Nothing will ever change

I’ve always been
Never would be

Minds on parallel paths
Yours truly

Living like it was the last
I just wanted to say that it was
Fun, fun to have these unruly
Emotions constantly splashing different colors right before my eyes

Brushing like it was part of a bigger canvass
Under this small fancy reality
To you, for you, by you

Never, ever
Once
We would

Have
Expected these to happen

World was my biggest stage
Intrigued, excited
Loving but never was once
Loved back

Shortly after breaks
Often we imagine
Often we wish but
None of mine came true

Lavishly fooling around
Everything was gradually taken for granted
Amidst those smiles was a
Voice yelling
Earning

Mourning, trying to
Ease the pain


I’ve always
Tried to be a puzzle

Wishing for
A
Solver

Focusing on me, and me alone
Until I might as well return the favor
Needless to say

These petty wishes
Have
Always been the reasons why
Nearly the whole scope of my imagination runs by circles and by
Knots

Yelling like mad
Obnoxiously trying to be
Untamed

And
Natural, always in
Denial

Good times never last
Of all things
Of all moments
Dying to say
Billions of sweet memories
Yet the other side was not willing to listen. The
End
Inga Aug 2016
I'm all alone, sentiments pour together with the rain

Until I heard your voice saying "Come here. Let me ease the pain"
Inga Aug 2016
I saw you one day in a narrow alley
Leaning against the brick wall
painted with a small smile
Thinking it was a wrong path, I turned around
And felt your hands grabbing my arm
You asked for a greeting before I leave
But words were good as gone
until I saw your eyes
I took a step back and started walking away
You caught up, asking what's wrong
All I did was smile
and disappeared along the busy crowd
There's nothing wrong
It's just that
You've seen right through me
What else could I ever say?
Inga Aug 2016
Lectures
  Discussions
     Exams
        Requirements
            Break times
                in
                   midday
continuation
of
    afternoon
        schedule
             staring
                  blankly
                     over the window
               watching the
            trees
        swaying
along the hymn
of the wind
                               eyes
                                      began
                                              to slowly drop
                                                  wishing to
                                                   doze off
                                                 trying to reach
                                        the night's dream
                                    moments ago
                              hoping that the continuation of the story
                       is just
              a blink
a w a y
Inga Aug 2016
Drafts
    and
       erasures
             outlines
                    and
                    pencil stains
                     bits
                        of
                              lea­d
                                                        scatter­ed
                           across
                                  the floor
                              so
                          ­       does
                                       my
                                            thoughts
           ­                                whenever
                                       I'm with you
Inga Aug 2016
Meeting you
Was like a simple game of Tic-Tac-Toe
Thought it was easy
Thought it will be just the same
But I just can't keep up
Neither you
We can't really deal with
Who the real winner is
But this I have to prove
That the game was decided
On the very first move
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