hunny

Jul 2015

Pradip Chattopadhyay

the July sun stabs her cheeks pink rose.

where is that wooden bridge i ask her
some way more she says some way more

she never forgets.

the bridge was half finished the last time we came
left us longing what mysteries the other side held.

i think the water has eaten it up
tides are so fatal you know

no way she says only some way more.

then it shows up

six months of wooden planks
six months of waiting
now proudly hanging on the river in spate.

let's go on the other side she cries
in wind scattered voice
her hand upon my shoulder rests.

her way she never forgets.

a river.

hunny Jul 2015

(you)

i don't even like you
why am i only happy around you
i am trapped

no one particular

hunny Jul 2015

☁️(what do you want)☁️

blue chipped paint
choke on some soap
eat me aliv
e
just try it.

spilled coffee
it was bitter anyway
bitter like your kisses.

paint the walls gray
a nice change from
blue
just to remind you
how simple life could be.

NO
life can be that simple
but I will not let it
I want to change everything
I want to dive into plans for the future and better
yet
the pa
st
there is so much to be discovered
so someone has to discover it

the yellow sun has emerged.

so ******* call it what you will
sit on the same ******* couch
but DONT
dont
drag me down

the yellow sun stays with me

this was a ridE
when ur an Aquarius
this was kinda all over the place but *shrugs*
☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

#july

Jul 2015

Ameliorate

Thoughts

I can't stop thinking
I can't shut it off
My mind is mess
Poured neat on the rocks
Time constantly changes
As we fall apart
And glue ourselves back together
Duct tape around my heart
The bottle is empty
Somehow we drank it dry
Midnight is upon us
I just want to know why?

Quick little scribble

#feelings #alcohol #why #thoughts #question #alcoholism

hunny Jul 2015

(noise)

not often am I so consumed by the noise my head is making
that I have no need for music.
but you, my dear,
are a different story.

you are the birds harmonizing in the early light

you are the blood banging on my veins, begging to be released

you are the humming of the
breeze as it swirls around my feet, leaving me feeling serene

you are the exclamations of spontaneity as I rush to the air

you are the clicking of my heels as they rise up and fall to the floor

you are the screams I release as I realize what life is

you are the music to my ears
the music to my heart

I kinda like this one ☺️

#noise

hunny Jul 2015

(need 2)

I need to stop being afraid to have feelings
I need to start understanding that other people have feelings that affect me
I need to start showing my love
I need to be nice

to me

#me