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Påłpëbŕå Sep 2021
we are going to die
if not today then tomorrow
so why do we lie
believing there won't be sorrow
for who has come
will definitely go
nobody's wholesome
it's just for show
then why sail ships of relations
when we know life's just a vacation
everything that starts
is meant to end
then why engage our hearts
when we know there'll be none to tend
to our broken souls
and damaged minds
that'll be decorated with holes
and missing pieces hard to find

dear reader, tell me please
why do we get attached
when we know that this person
can any moment be snatched
a w a y
any day
Påłpëbŕå Nov 2023
oh dear heart, your nerves did he hit
with those abs on display, did it feign a fit?
for my braincells couldn't stop me
from looking at this gorgeous-gorgeous being
with hair that curl in my hands
and eyes that travel upto foreign lands,
for when you look at me
i turn a little breathy,
you **** all the sense right out my body
doing this to girls, isn't this your hobby?
i have heard stories of your sexcapades
a "God" in bed, you think you're an ace of spades
so even if i desire you, your hands, your lips, your tongue
in your ocean of wilderness, i shall never plunge
because i ain't like one of your ****** or groupies
i have a ****** backbone, which i know, that you fancy
so i won't be another notch up your bedpost,
another one of your score that you'd like to boast
i am more, i am better and shall never fall for a bad boy
i have too much life to ever become your ******* toy,
but i can't help this stupid beating *****
that makes me think of you quite often
of all the things that i shouldn't do
-it's your name in CAPS, it's always you
for i have had one taste
even though it was chaste,
and now?
i can't stop myself from calling you tonight
because you're a piece of cake and i'd like a bite
your hotness gives me a fever
your coldness gives me a rush
your sweetness gives me diabetes
but it's your heart covered behind all those hard exterior layers that gives me hope
Påłpëbŕå Feb 23
you're everywhere i go,
your presence does flow
why is it that it's your face i see
wide awake or in my dreams?
your hair so distinct, i want to feel them
your eyes so piercing, i want to touch them
how you look at me is what makes my heart stop
how bizzare is this that your voice makes everything else crop
you become the centre of my attention, my universe
and thinking of things i wish to do to you makes me perverse
but our timing has never been right
against our situations we can't fight
so all we do is stare at each other's soul
because being with each other will take a toll
on my already beautifully bruised heart
oh baby, we've been cursed from the very start
i never understood why did they happen
Påłpëbŕå Feb 2022
he looked at me
when he said goodbye
with no regrets
in his words and eyes
all i could do was stare
at the man to whom I was bare
to please stay
even for a day
and take me in his arms
enveloping my palms
and embrace me fully
like some pretty poetry
for i don't wish for these stars or this sky
all i want is his shoulder to cry
all i need is his shoulder to cry
i don't know what is it about the heartbreaks.....
Påłpëbŕå Dec 2020
PART 1

I will be on my knees
still never beg
to be yours
as I'll spread my legs.
Letting you tie
my wrists with ropes
doesn't mean submission
so don't up your hopes.
If I let you in
and you let me come
please stop mistaking
it for something beyond fun,
as you move
up and down, inside-out
marking my neck,
it's simple biology without a doubt.
And as you taste me
getting too close
somewhere no one's ever been
don't you dare think it's you I chose.
I don't care
for anything other than
these bursts of pleasure
where you're just another man.
Stay where you are
never cross these lines,
I am an attention *****
it's the thrill on which I thrive


PART 2

I sold my thoughts
for mere pennies,
prepared myself to be bought
by so many.
Craved attention
by typing stories of my dismay
sought appreciation
with vulnerability on display.
I kept all my clothes in place
yet I was naked to your eyes,
leaving behind all my grace
I forced you to hear my cries.
Unfolding my story
giving away my parts,
I served you my glory
by pouring out my heart.
Years of uncertainty
has my stomach in knots,
guilty for a moment of vanity
I am done calling the shots.
Please free me from this bond
I don't want your attention anymore
of you I am no longer fond...
Why? Because,
I'm not your *****
so stop demanding encore.
Påłpëbŕå Sep 2023
often wonder i how would it feel
when my cut open wrists would bleed
saving me from taking the next breath,
i happily choose the easiest of death!
because living is a chore i cannot do
everything's black, devoid of a hue!

yet a part of me wishes to be found
hearing me out when i suffer without a sound

helping me come back from this dark deep hole
and make me acquainted with my spirited soul

for i know there's a part of me that wants to survive
a beating heart and bruised body still wanting to thrive

a little push to pull me from the edge
a shoulder to lean on is all i fetch

somebody, anybody to shake some sane sense into me
when the noose around my neck constricts tightly

i wish i could just speak whatever is bottled within
and maybe that could save me from committing this sin

but who? how? when? and what? could help this failing will
a person, a parent, a sign or a shrink would help me before i ****?
or is there one another being who'll be there?
-the one standing behind the mirror with a sanguine stare
Påłpëbŕå May 2021
i've got shades

to me

you've got shades

to you

still we're

the same black

created from

different hues
Påłpëbŕå Jan 2022
i wonder how long it'll take
for me to make
something pretty on the eyes
about the sun and skies
or it could be about
rocks and rain
but something to come out
from my pen again
that i've refilled to the brim
yet chances of writing are slim
and here i write this
thinking about that promised kiss
which shall never be
now not even in my poetry
🚫
Påłpëbŕå Jun 2021
same face
different looks
same man
different books
To
William, Callan, Remington, Aiden, Maverick.............
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2021
you're the one good bond i had

the one good thing in the bad

the prettiest person were you

accepting my ugly and blue

i will never be free from our bond

of you i shall forever stay fond

somethings are too painful to remember

but you're too precious to forget

love like dying embers

our destinies in stone set

though apart

beating hearts

pumping the same red

residing in each other's head

two books too different for a shelf

two souls too dark for a self
i guess, love will never be enough
Påłpëbŕå May 22
maybe my pull isn't that strong
because you seem to deviate, always
from the path we've walked on for so long
that it's been a lifetime and not mere days
are my body and soul not enough?
or are the times too tough?
that you choose the easier option
and leave me without any caution
for i have been here for you, always
but maybe you don't want me anyways
so i wish you luck and so much more
and hope we can still be okay, like before
i don't have it in me to fight, i am tired
and maybe a bit too differently wired
for the likes of you and everybody else
but this time it ain't my fault i can tell
and it's for the better, i can feel it
because we're those pieces of a puzzle that will never fit
i feel better, relieved and not on the verge of crying myself to death
i am not enough, i got that clear
Påłpëbŕå Jul 10
how did you do it, create a life from death
while bleeding out, how could you give your breath
to save someone as despicable as me
because showing me any mercy is blasphemy
how could you look at my scarred soul
that is black with enormous holes
weeping day in and day out, begging to be gone
how do you bear with someone who should've never been born?
your gentle touch, you pretty smile, your eyes so warm to all my vile
how could you still stay when i pushed you so bad
doesn't this tire you, make you miserable and sad?
because it makes me want to hide and let you go
knowing fully well that i don’t deserve your friendship, for i am your foe
yet you caress my thorns and hold me close
making me better, helping me get over these woes
does it make selfish to want to keep you in my life a little bit longer
praying to whatever power there exists to make me stronger
for the day when you finally give up on me and leave
abandoning me in the grave of my deepest griefs
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020
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   I   '   m
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  M a y  b e
   a    l   i   t   t   l  e
   c   o   n   f   u   s  e  d  .
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
  a    l  o  t   o f   f  i  g  h  t
  l   e   f   t     i    n    m   e ;
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
a   l o  t   o f   l i g h t
   l   e   f   t     i    n
    m  e . . . . .
Edison did not just invent the bulb;
He created a bright future by not giving up.

Last night I thought I would never get up. But here I am today.
Its not falling that scares me; What scares me is never wanting to get up again!
Påłpëbŕå Mar 27
somedays i hate people around me
and somedays i hate myself be
am i the problem or is it the world i see
suffocating people pretending to set them free
what is it? this thought keeps me awake
in my turbulent turmoil do i shake
because loving him isn't getting me anywhere
but putting a lock on my emotions isn't fair
since i want to be different, a good human
great and perfect who's too busy to have fun,
is working hard to become successful and no. 1
a product of pain who chose to become better like the sun
but i fail everydamnday, everydamnway
by expecting too much from my battered body, which isn't ohkay
i think too much, act too little
fracturing my feelings, my heart so brittle
it's not good to be this person that i am
breathing in order to make everything work a/c to my meticulous plan
but **** if i know what's right or wrong anymore
i am exhausted to my very core
the sad part is that i'm nowhere closer to what i want
and this doesn't let me sleep, every night this haunts
yet i lay in my bed, wasting away day after day
and i have no words left to say
i can't die but i ain't living either
i am pathetic, i know thats what you think reader
my past holds on to me so strongly that i play it on loop
the future makes me anxious, so in my eyes do i stoop
be the same old dumb ****** that i have always been
my potential dying before it could ever be seen
just crossing out dates on my phone's ******* calendar
wrong profession, wrong attitude, wrong is my ******* gender
if i were a guy would have i been better? would things at home been better? or am i just an ungrateful brat who is wasting away her life because she's too lazy to pick herself up or am i actually dumb and maybe i don't want to accept it and so i don't really work hard because this excuse has always worked for me that it's ohkay, if i would have worked for it, i would have gotten it but i suppose what i am is really scared of not getting what i want even after i give my best and the relationship well i don't know it's just that i feel like i am too **** desperate, as i have always been i hate it but i do nothing about it, i just keep on living in my imaginary world where in the coming years i am going to live out one of the fantasy novels story, it's disgusting
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020
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    h  o  w    l o n g    
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F o r   a l l   I
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every
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Cheers!
Påłpëbŕå Aug 2022
what does it make me
when i kiss a stranger?
let him have his way with me
because i crave danger?

what does it make me
when i wear a short dress
pair it with tattoos and piercings
just to express and none to impress?

what does it make me
when i like to have fun
with a cig or a drink
in my leather jacket and messy bun?

what does it make me
when i sleep with a 100 men
and don't wait for a husband
to break my ******' *****?

what does it make me
when i like to stay alone
love or date nobody
and be happy on my own?

what does it make me
when i talk to guys for hours
listen to their stories
and try to heal their scars?

what does it make me
when i post **** pictures
of myself in a red lipstick
with cocktails and mixtures?

what does it make me
when i don't want babies or want five
because motherhood is a choice
and not just a means to survive

what does it make me
a ****, a ***** or something more gore?
a pretty girl you'd love to ****
and be done with once you tuck?
or a pure little submissive
with whom you can be dismissive,
a good wife who's got no drive
and on your mercy shall she thrive?

what does it make me, eh?
it makes me whoever the hell i want to be
a replica of a celebrity or plain ol' boring me
for i don't want the society to be my benefactor
i am enough for me and my perfectly imperfect character!
i have been trying to write this poem for months now.......it's a topic very close to me and i am sure to many people around me......it's not just the girls who are judged, even guys are but i wrote it from my pov.......at the end its OUR PROBLEM......but we gotta live here and bring a change in this stubborn *** world.......and those who can't accept the way we are, well they can go and **** themselves.
Påłpëbŕå Jul 2023
without words i am just another aimless cloud
floating my way through this warm warm life
trying to get lost while yearning to be found
i feel dark and desolate starving to survive
all this pent up negativity is waiting to burst out
maybe lashing out will lighten the burden i carry
but all day everyday when i humbly thunder
of myself become i a wee bit wary
what have i become and what am i supposed to be
keeps on conflicting inside this fully empty head of mine
i should've lined myself silver as i stopped the heat be
but all i did was become heavy with my wasteful whine
destruction i harbour and damage is what i do
in all the bright shades i myself choose to be in blue
thus i spend my days loitering around
without making a single sound
and only at night do i let myself dwell
residing in the heaven i am nothing but a harbinger of hell
Påłpëbŕå Jun 2021
you gave me a taste

even though chaste

leaving me crave more

and

more

and

more

and like the thirsty sea

i keep panting to meet my shore
i will never forget you
because you won't let me P
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020
But brought-up.
They are the adopted children of boredom and free time.
Nothing.
Påłpëbŕå Sep 2020
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  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my queen,
depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Love is a tragedy!
Påłpëbŕå Apr 2021
Your absence fills my heart

like an unclaimed piece of art,

you already knew

that I lacked hues

so

I

charged

U

for

theft

when

you

left

but you made me realize

how dull are my eyes

how muffled are my cries

how lame is my existence

how pointless is my persistence,

how far you are

when you still hold me close,

how easy I am

waiting to be the one you chose,

I know

in this world of "Hello"

all I'll ever be is "Crucio"

unlovable

&

unwanted

-a pretty little thing that'll

always remain haunted.
P.S. Neither have I watched nor read the Harry Potter Series.....

P.P.S. I really liked having you around. I'm sorry you will never be able to say the same about me. I really am a curse, a liability, a messed up personality.

the prettiest faces do hide the ugliest traces
Påłpëbŕå Jul 2021
i am preparing for the crash

like all my decisions this too is rash

i know how it'll end

yet every rule i bend

look at you and then down

staring at you i'm found

i try to shake it off

but then i see you standoff

turning all about

letting go of all my doubts

i just can't suppress this change

i know it's way too strange

i've never felt so alive before

maybe that's why i always want more

but I'm not built for this stuff

my past keeps me in handcuffs

i know it'll be the same

yet can't i seem to stop

i will always be lame

in my own head up caught
dear hormones
behave
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2022
and as the world stood lit
on the terrace did i sit
admiring how darkness
vanished behind the bright
only to see the night confess
it's lust for the light-
"as in the dark stays hidden
like a ***** secret we remain forbidden,
his hands on my hips
his mouth on my lips
he pushes me into the wall
and makes me moan in the abandoned hall
for i melt under his sheer energy
engaging in an ****
letting him pull my hair and bite my tongue
then caressing the spot where it stung
he makes me crave him to the core
after him nothing feels like before
and now that it has come to an end
where black and white both blend
i scream in the gray
as he's gone his own way
and all i am left with are hickeys on my neck
rest everything is free of any speck"
from dusk till dawn
i willingly become his pawn
and now when the day shines
light forgets his faithful night
Påłpëbŕå Sep 2020
The demon that lives within me;
Is difficult for your eyes to see.
I cover it well behind my face;
That you find angelic without a trace-
Of the evil that resides in my brain,
Running through my body in my veins.

But I can't keep it inside anymore;
I want to show it to you before-
My mask cracks, and I can't hide,
You must be acquainted with my dark side.
Only then I will be able to give myself to you,
Without ever fearing bidding my love adieu.
We all have places in our heads we don't want people to visit.
Påłpëbŕå Dec 2020
The darkest of souls

have the brightest of scars.

Black as coal

dwelling in their mar.


Writing their pains

while choking on their cries,

revealing their brains

through poems for your eyes.


The darkest of souls

have the brightest of scars.

Black as coal

burning like stars.


Creating these arts

while surviving their hell,

gluing their broken hearts

by rhyming to a fare thee well.


The darkest of souls

have the brightest of scars.

Black as coal

poetry is their superpower.
We Don't Choose To Be Poets;
It's Poetry That Chooses Us.
Påłpëbŕå Dec 2020
Something weird happened today,

with my body talking all the way.

I heard a creak here

and then a squeak there-

my backbone said

nodding its head

"Keep me straight and clever.

For men may come and men may go

but I'll be there for you forever"

Then there was a sound so deep,

my gut roared in his sleep-

"Trust me, lady,  

I'm your well wisher.

I know plots when they turn shady"

Confused I wondered why

all of a sudden I

heard noises from within

only to feel my skin-

say out loud and clear,

"Oh woman! Now you see

don't let anyone get under me"

This made my heart

pump so **** fast,

that I had to press my palm

in order to keep it calm.

Yet he lubdubbed-

"Keep me safe,

but don't place me in a cage

I'm sure,

I can keep up with a little estrange"

Then to my utter surprise

as I closed my eyes,

thinking

only to start blinking

when I heard an unusual call,

my brain whispered,

"Dear Palpebra, I may not be the smartest of all!
; )
you've broken my heart into pieces you can't count
left me bleeding on the floor alone with my shouts
yet you never looked back or felt a flicker of remorse
and carried on with your little life while i was at war
you can't love? but i know that you can, just not me
yet you lied to my face as if i will never be able to see
and even today you go on thinking you've done us both a favour
but let me tell you oh "demigod" i am not just another flavour for you to savour
you made me feel small because i had emotions, because i cared
putting up with everything because instead of leaving, i wanted to stay
what for? for you tell me that my personality won't fit?
well you knew who i was from the very beginning and that didn't stop you from doing ****
so now you're going and telling people that i was the problem with my issues
but you know exactly what you've done and that is discarded me like a used tissue
yet here i am stronger than ever before
because my heart's pure and full of love and more
i am not ashamed of going all in or feeling what i felt for you
in this fake *** world full of lies i will still strive to be true
you can go find happiness in others and think what you did was right
but in the end all you did was shirked away and gave up on us without a fight
if counting my flaws helps you live with yourself, then i am glad
because i know, i will find my solace after months of being sad
and one day when i will look back, i won't feel anything at all
because damaged people like me know the best how to get up after we fall
Påłpëbŕå Aug 2021
another day went by
since saw you i
wondering how you are
watching from afar

i've never heard your voice
but this isn't by my choice
what goes on in your mind
i am too scared to find

so this is all i do
pour out my heart
here in these words and few
missing what has always been apart
everything's going to be okay
that's all i have to say today

it's you who's got the power to hurt me
but i am taking my chances
Påłpëbŕå Nov 2021
is depression
lack of expression?
a friendly shove
of long lost love?
too much pain
numbed yet again?
loss of your sister?
a cheating mister?
broken trust?
past pretty unjust?
no more affection?
no chance of resurrection?
lack of will to live?
or nothing left to give?
no more words left to write?
long lost will to fight for light?
too much darkness in your eyes?
no truth left untainted by lies?
bleeding heart that can't pump blood?
an impending tear-flood?
abused and bruised for way too long?
you can't find where do you belong?

depression is everything yet nothing at all
it is the rise that doesn't happen after the final fall
i really don't know
Påłpëbŕå Jul 2021
i promised myself yesterday

i won't think of him any way

yet he is on my mind

and to my poems he is blind

he reads them daily without a doubt

that he's the subject to all my bouts

his ignorance is not my bliss

so letting this attraction go- my only wish
i don't know what to do

this is difficult
Påłpëbŕå Jan 2023
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?
Påłpëbŕå May 2021
I don't know
for how long
have I been
a melancholy song
it's been years
I've been with my fears
swimming in my tears
only to wet my pillow
every night
losing my light
giving up the fight
I hate myself
like a book on a shelf
that's read by none
because it's no fun
I am the weird one
I try to stop my cry
be a bit stronger
hold up a little longer
but I always fail
leaving behind a trail
of weakness and vices
of these unending compromises
I **** myself everyday
by keeping words
that I should say
by following rules
that none should lay
I suffocate
I choke
and all they think is that
this is another joke
I say I'm okay
but I'm not
I say I'm okay
but I'm caught
in the middle of this chaos
in end of another phase
but this time I don't see
a reason for me to chase
I feel *****
I feel guilty
I feel so much
yet nothing at all
no reason to rise
after this fall
no reason to rise
after this fall.
I can't fight this. I can't seek help. I can't die. I can't say goodbye. I don't really know what to do. I see nothing.

I apologise for making you all read this. I really am sorry.
Påłpëbŕå Dec 2020
Is love simply

give and take?

an ionic bond

is all what we make?

Or do we come

with applied conditions

"Share To Adhere"

like covalent bond-sums?

Wait....or is it pure

and so **** selfless

as if coordinating our

lives for someone else's?

Or maybe it is

a feeling so deep

felt even when

distance we keep?

But I believe

we have bonds

that are beyond

chemistry.

Because we humans

aren't mere elements

bonding with each other

isn't just an experiment!
Påłpëbŕå Dec 2022
and what are we if not a bunch
who all have this hunch
to be happy for screens
yet miserable behind the the scenes
with deep-rooted longing for affection
yet living "no strings attached" because we're afraid of rejection
what are we if not pretty pretenders
posing in "black & white" even if we love lavender
netflix has become our reality
while we live in instagramic insanity
we're no longer doing what we like
we're no longer liking what we do
there's nothing that makes our pulse spike
"*** is happening" we have no clue
calenders' changing but our time still stays the same
is it a "happy new year" or we're all playing this game
where we're all trying to make our name
yet failing again and again
so we end up dope and drunk
and all our aspirations end up sunk
our hearts broken by our past still beat with hope
is it even love anymore or a mere scope
to get off with no feelings only feel alone
with a contact list of hundreds yet none to phone
depression and delusion
conflict and confusion
that's what goes on in our heads
all unspoken words wet our pillows with the tears we shed
we want money only to spend it all
some luxury so that we can have it all
it's so complicated yet so simple at the same time
we're killing ourselves daily and we still don't consider it a crime
this isn't a poem just a raging realization
is this how my life's going to be- a journey of elude and evasion?
Well, it's 27th December, 2022.
I hope 2023 will be pretty peaceful for you :)
Påłpëbŕå Mar 2021
The motions of 'e'

have always failed me,

caring too much

loving so much,

has always broken

me and my heart,

everybody taking a token

of my sharpest of shards;

letting people in

only for them to leave

and to be left by so many

has now made me believe

that

there's no point in harboring

these motions of 'e'

for all I'll always be

so fully empty,

people are wrong

when they say

that

emotions make us strong

because

for all this long

all I've learnt

after getting brutally burnt

expressing ourselves

is

exhibiting ourselves;

is

exposing ourselves,

making them see

will never let us free,

so I'll never let

these motions of 'e'

stop me

so I'll never let

these motions of 'e'

stop me.
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