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Påłpëbŕå Jan 2023

what are we if not calculative creatures
a dichotomous breed with in born bias,
struggling between believers and preachers
-we are sinful souls who aim to be pious
we claim to be depressed
and live to be impressed
craving profanity
while questioning our sanity,
we are suffering in the this hell
of paradoxes that challenge our intel
it's funny how we want touch
and affection oh so much
but we're afraid to open up and give
expecting other's hearts to help us live
we have voids and spaces too large
that nothing could ever in barge
thus we will end up alone
with our fates set in stone
we want to be stimulated, both physically & mentally
longing for someone to take away our ability
to think clearly or walk steadily,
confused because we don't know what we need basically
is it mere pleasure we look for
or something deeper do we implore?
covered bodies yet naked minds,
what is it that we are unable to find?
peace or chaos?
calm or applause?
somebody to awaken our deeper desires
or a superficial night of playing with fire?

i don't really know what's more important mental stimulation or physical fulfilment......neither or both? and if there's nothing, still is it worth being with that person?
what does it make me, eh?

Påłpëbŕå Jan 2023

The Woman

i keep on looking for you in the crowds
behind the faces covered with coloured shrouds
but i see nobody like you
-a rainbow made of a new hue

you're nothing like the girls i've kissed
but something ethereal all along i've missed
i know that women like you are a rarity
still safe from the world's depravity

you're like the sun, so bright and full of light
maybe that's why your absence is like night
with no stars or meteor showers
no constellations or supernovas

you slipped through my fingers like water
and i was abandoned at our romance's alter
how did we reach this point, love?
when we thought that our feelings were above

you melted on my tongue and twisted my heart cords
a goddess in true sense, my gift from the Lords
and now i am nothing but a poor man with wealth
burning in the memories of how your touch felt

come back to me for i will rectify my mistakes
don't disappear on me like a snowflake
stay and give us one more chance baby
without you, my life's nothing but scary

-love
your man

i wonder what goes inside a guys head when he sees the woman he is interested in 👀

Påłpëbŕå Jan 2023

dilemma

i always thought i had it all figured out
and there wasn't anything to think about
all i wanted was my skin to be branded
and liked it a little rough-handed
but craved the aftercare
where
you'd caress the marks that you painted,
my pale pure skin with your tongue you tainted,
and then you'd hold me in your arms
help my heart beat calm
so that i could sleep in silence
with my mind at peace
keeping away all the ugly violence
so our bliss-bubble won't be breached
yet today i have learnt that i can't have both
if you'll be tender you won't be able to control
this wild blood that makes me do stuff
that is even more harmful than "poison puff"

either you will be sweet and sound
or you'll be an anti-hero with hounds
either your love will make me feel blessed
or with me you'll be obstinately obsessed
either you will want to be gentle with me
or you would help me see
that i am not sick for harbouring these desires
even though burnt, it's ohkay to long for fire

and this is what i don't get
because if i let
you in with no out
all i will do is panic
making our budding romance tragic
because i am a living breathing paradox
built of a spectacular range of blocks
wanting to be tamed
yet afraid
if i set this passion free
i will drown in lustful seas
but if i chain it in
i will be faking
so what should i do i don't know
be like water that goes with the flow
or be the storm i was born to be
scarring yet surreal in all its serenity?