Kissing me
Vicious was my scheme
I made a story of tainted glory
Anticipating his biding sincerity
Craving the touch of my hips
Misplacing perseverance
Delaying conscience
Losing rationality
Watching his admiration
Over compensating captivation
Realizing his conspiracy

The moon is my lover,
He and I love each other like no love there ever was nor ever will be,
I share him with many a fortunate soul,
His love sprinkled amongst all our hearts,
Yet there are millenniums where he despises me,
What love is this? I ask the moon,
The moon stares at me with an unrelenting glare,
This love is one of neither time nor rhyme nor you or I,
But of our own big bang,
Both catastrophic and melancholic yet filled with eternal bliss found and derived nowhere else by no one else,
Not even those others whom shower me with  underserving love,
No our love is a Silverstone amongst pebble rocks.
An anonymous girl ©

Mumbled jumbled crosswords of incomprehensible words scattered along my mind,
Unable to make head or tail of it all.
Darling poetry,
What are you trying to tell me?
Suffocated by a plethora of letters that envelop me like an untamed sea,
Darling poetry,
I love you so, sweet love,
For you are my soul and heart,
My morning and evening star,
Darling poetry,
You kiss my soul patching its ripped edges,
Dry my moth bitten tears as they touch my cheeks,
Darling poetry,
Panic attacks strike like lightning bolts,
And you terrify them away in angry revolt,
Darling poetry,
My saviour when the demons known as anxiety and depression show their beastly unrelenting faces,
Darling poetry,
You are my silver moonlight solace and my golden sun rays,
In unforgiving rain and gloomy cloudy days,
Darling poetry,
I have whispered secrets to you that I keep in a crystal Pandora box under the creaky floorboards of my soul,
Darling poetry,
When my heart's centre cracks and bleeds you glue the cracks shut with love,
Darling poetry?
Thank you for being my one constant constellation.
An anonymous girl ©

It is a  r e c o r d
Of the sudden impulse of mind,
Where   s u b c o n s c i o u s  
Was caught on act,
Reminiscing some past you can't fathom.
And so, you turned it into words,
That existed in  e v e r y   p a r t  of the world.
You extend beyond the skies,
And kindle the galaxy in soft touches of ink.
You named all the stars,
In search for your  l o s t   s o u l ,
Disintegrating to something bigger,
You havent noticed.
From there you understand,
That the  p e r s o n  you are,
Could be someone  g r e a t e r.
With such blinding passion.
In keen  p o s s e s i o n .

All because of your subconscious
Hiding truth from you,
Your mind gets amnesia,
But the  h e a r t  keeps beating in rhythm,
Turning every monotone
Into   c h a o s   m e l o d y.
So you grasp for air,
And hold your pen. . .

Pounding into   s  p a c e  ,
            Letting  f r e e d o m  sink in.

And that's how words became,
So beautiful. .
Because that is YOU.

But somehow,
Some of us lose ourselves,
In between.

And that's how beautiful it is.
You stop, to admire it for a second.

**S o    b e a u t i f u l . . .

In moments you used to look at me,
You now look away.
And in times when my mind used to be free of you,
You're now here to stay.
-i.w.

My soul is brimmed with sin draped along grainy coasts,
My heart is thrilled by whisperings of ghosts dripping lust from their tongues,
My mind is a cramped shed of shadowed thoughts wandering inside my crisp burnt skull.
An anonymous girl ©