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I was falling in love with you,
your flawed, saw-toothed thoughts,
one-dimensional perimeters,
exhausted inches over catastrophic
millimeters, insignificant memories,
cramped mazes, shrinking stages,
a black pond of saddened storms,
heartbreaking pain meshed with
tainted rain, my soul submerged,
flooded in your paradoxical world.
And I relished every moment of it,
allowing my inner existence to feel
the craziest sides of you, the hallucinating
depictions brimming with shot-sparked
beats with no rhythm or meaning.
You were addictively fascinating,
a whiskey wrecked lover slowing
and speeding up my heart with your
gray concrete canvas, your harmonious
asphalt, your ragged, stretched letters
leaving nasty-slashed marks
on my wild thick lips, strong similes
spinning in my lungs, sizzling
metaphors on my tongue, blistered,
interrupted, drugged, crushed, sifting
in the ****** *** episodes of you,
a thousand foul rivers, my nostrils
welcoming the sour smell.  You gave
me incomprehensible feelings, unconventional
depths, bazooka bombed, my oxygen
grasping to yours, enmeshed in your
monstrous galaxy, rattled melodies,
startled stars, crimson crazed Mars,
dissolving in all the imperfect parts
of your raw and disgusting heart.
For days now I’ve been sitting
in the dusty, drenched chair,
staring outside at the solitary,
featureless sky, the blurred clouds
careening in emptiness, drained
dreams, forgotten streams, weathered
trees, dying leaves, the diminishing
scenery a crying mountain of anguish.
I wanted to turn off the light
to the most unforgettable moments
of my life, the dark days and nights
when I was slipping into depression,
my eyes fading backward, breaking
away into a thousand wretched lands
beyond the earth’s time zone.  I was
a flickering lighter almost burned out,
a ragged matchbox, a jagged shadow
of dry and mistaken rhymes, a squareless
equation stretched too wide, a yellow
scraped brick, my skin burning with bad
words.  I was struggling to breathe through
the smoky scene, my limbs feeling
splintered, an irreversible verb playing
another damaged and blazed song
about immeasurable pain, making me
insane, misaligned, sagging syllables
raw and confounding consonants
unsound, unfound, a screaming banshee
running recklessly through the blackened
fields in search of its prey.  I was steady
slipping away, pulled into outer galaxies,
further than I could ever visualize, a sour
note with impossible beats, a scrambled song,
a washed-out sea of confused sensations,
crazy themes, wounded dreams, not feeling
so serene, neglected, disrespected,
rejected, my presence evaporating more
than ever.  Now as I sit in the shrinking chair,
my heartbeat flared, the lamplights flashing
frantically beside me, the severe sounds
of the rain beating up against my windowpane,
startled, the darkness rising in the unbound sky,
my chests tightening, my flesh trembling,
I could feel the depression slowly
creeping back into my life, forcing me
to embrace the coldest storms that I had
never seen in my lifetime.
 Aug 2020 Nidhi Jaiswal
Aparna
π—Œπ—π–Ύ'π—Œ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾,
π—Œπ—ˆ π–Ώπ—…π–Ίπ—†π–»π—ˆπ—’π–Ίπ—‡π—
𝖺 π—‡π–Ύπ—ˆπ—‡ π—‹π–Ίπ—‚π—‡π–»π—ˆπ—,
π—Œπ—π–Ύ π—π–Ίπ—Œ
𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒;π–»π—Žπ–»π–»π—…π—’
𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒
π—‚π—‡π—Œπ—ˆπ—Žπ–Όπ—‚π–Ίπ—‡π—;
𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖾
𝖺 π—‹π—‚π—ˆπ— π—ˆπ–Ώ π–Όπ—ˆπ—…π—ˆπ—Žπ—‹π—Œ
hey rosy cheeks,
miss being youπŸ₯Ί
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