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Jimmy Solanki Feb 2015
Corsing through the veins
Another being inside my skin
Scarred and revealing
A diminished white dwarf
Or a shiny black hole
Dreams never radiating

I cannot breathe any longer
As I did
Another being inside my skin
Making me stronger

Souls with shady stains
Relics from the darkest reign
Ravaged yet remaining
Jupiter pulling at the seas
Or the desire of the lovelorn moon

I cannot live any longer
As I did
You're the being inside my skin
A chalice of harmony
And an aura angelic
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2015
Jettisoning off all
Wilting away all
Like an autumn memory
Like an instant tragedy

Crumbling away
Moldings of affection
In a nuclear winter
Without armageddon
I died
A soft shell annihilation
No dreams but nightmares
I died
A lovely execution
Nothing but emptiness

Eradicating away all
Except you, nothing at all
Like an autumn memory
Like everlasting banality
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2015
Crawl crawl
Burning through
Obsessions
Rotten stew
Crawl crawl
Through the pain
Remission
Is a joke
And life was a game
But is a remainder
of screwups and screwdowns

Crawl Crawl
Burning through
Possessions
Deadbeat crew
Crawl crawl
Forgotten stains
Permission
Is always denied
And rebuttals dumped
In trash cans full
of screwups and screwdowns

Drilling a hole
Finding geodes where a core was
Cold and dark and empty
Drilling a hole
Finding loneliness inside
It is who you are

Extinguished supernovae
Could have contained
And still the darkness would have stayed
Crawl crawl
burning through
your house of cards
melting all definitions
You're a screwup
Still alive
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2015
Rag picker on the street
Dust eater and maggot breather
She can tell the smell
Of burning plastic and paper
Of turning dung to soil
She knows the ways
Between the hills of refuse
Between the footfalls of her children
But who cares who she is
The lost and never found
Inherited a kingdom thrown away

Who cares what she thinks
She finds meanings in a bottle
Looks at a glossy magazine and wonders
Her slightly bent back aches
Sun ravages her skin each day
Brazen with resistance like herself
Her skin glistens with labors each day
Filling her heart with hazy dreams

Who cares what she sees
She hears those kids play faraway
A world insulated from her own
Where plastic is used and thrown away
And the worst smells won't make you sway
She sees the worth of this world
For what it truly is
She lives in the belly button
Never forgetting it was the beginning
And it may be the end

But who cares what she says
She's just another sweeper
Another rag picker
Treasure hunter and bounty filler
She sings old forgotten ballads
Songs with no beginnings
Songs with no creators
As she looks for something
An old school bag, a plastic earring

But who cares who she is
Just another one of these
Souls in an eternal sea
They never were
They never will be
An entire generation
Of nonentities
Forgotten children of Destiny
Rag pickers and sweepers are a common sight in my country. A whole class of people were deemed untouchable because they worked as manual laborers, cleaners and scavengers. Even now, these are the overlooked, second class citizens nobody cares about. I see them all the time. I wish a better life for them, more fulfilling, more real. A dream
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2015
Sleeping heart
Beats slowly as if fighting
The hands of time
Sleeping heart
Wounded from the warring
Thy ****** crime

Sleeping heart
Croons slowly, out of tune
Whispering lullaby
Sleeping heart
Howling under a blue moon
Cowardly calamity

Liar liar
Weeping slowly
Liar liar
Scheming
Dastardly liar

Sleeping heart
Calmness and composure
Corrugated tin roof
Sleeping heart
As you were
As you are
Your dark innocent grave
Sleeping heart
Fly away to dreams
Jimmy Solanki Jan 2015
Singing songs
Of promises and perhaps probabilities and possibilities
Unforgivably forgetting
The selling of your soul and its forbearance.
Provocation upon provocation.

Do not make me promises.
Do not cut open your veins to show
How you bleed my very soul inside you and outside
Do not love me more than I can love you
Let me be so sane
Do not gift me a piece of your soul so raw and blisteringly breathtaking
Luminosity unparalleled and the strength of the womb of a dying sun

For I shall sell even my soul
Rub off my existence from each scrap of nothingness
Rein in my existence to the void
For I shall not stop searching the vastness of this universe situated in my twisted mind
To bring you the most beautiful of sacrifices just to show
What you are to me.

Provocation upon provocation
Upon the existence of life
Of rationality
Of stories old and new
I love you
As much as I can with this hollow temporary shell
On a spinning ball of rock
For an infinitesimally small a moment
I love you
As much as any being of stardust can
And more
Jimmy Solanki Oct 2014
For the weird stuff
That life holds in its miniature existence
My life
For the weird stuff
That life calls its essential essence
My life

Numb everything that I felt
Slowly pushing it all away
I resist from the night hereby
Slowly sinking inside
Forever is too far away

I shall die when my breath stops
But my heart has stopped already
I have died but a thousand times
Disdainful laughter from destiny
I have died but a thousand times
In this cozy bubble wherein
Hurt is supposed to be further
Than we're supposed to believe

Numb everything that I felt
And everything that is
Shut up I cannot take it anymore
It and everything that is
Slowly drowning inside
Forever is too far away

For this is not weird
And neither am I
Its but a mystery
Too seek and find within
Its but a conspiracy
Or maybe I'm out of my mind

Numbing doesn't work any more
Nothing does
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