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One of the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen
Is in your eyes
Red
Angry and red
That's what I see when I think of love
Not red like Valentine's
Not red like the blush on my face when you call me beautiful
Red like the anger I feel when you make me look like a fool for believing in you
Red like my eyes, when they're puffy from crying all night
Red like the blood I bleed from my arm
The secret blood
The blood I make happen when I'm in the bath
The blood that delicately falls onto the white bubbles surrounding me
So yes, I believe in love
But it is an angry, red, belief.
Two bodies pressed together
Two bodies intertwined
Two hearts racing together
Two hearts beating as one
Two lips searching one another
Two lips tasting, feeling.

This is a sonnet of all that they were. Their passion was a beating drum crumbling down stone walls. Their love was a thunderstorm flooding the earth with its rage. Their bodies breathed for one another. Before they had never lived. Their bodies reached for another, bracing, igniting. Fire oh the fire.

Fire of two bodies.
I just wrote this last night, so it's kind of a mess. But maybe some of you will like it (:
 May 2017 Sadikshya Tripathi
JAC
As thunder rolls across the sky
Though I know, I wonder why
We faded away, you and I
Like thunder, rolling across the sky.
JUST

IMAGINE

THE

WORLD

IF

WE

ALL

LOVE

EACH

OTHER !!
Discrete are our tone, odds are our hue
White is your color, mine is blue
Countless are your buddies but I have few
Humdrum I am, exhilarating are you
Castle is your home and I live in due
Omniscient you are, where I can’t even get a clue
Whole world know that is true
But should they be only reason, I not loved by you????
O , the weight of thy recompense
In battle with brawny hardwoods ,
sovereign of twilight seas , invoking
ghost in the house of love , the mercy
of Old World Gods from resplendent kingdoms
Lantern of the midnight harvest
Celestial , storied , jaundice provider* ....
 Mar 2016 Sadikshya Tripathi
Matt
No plans
No goals
Just to drift

Most people
Will hate me
Well they hated
Jesus too

It's A Mean Old World
Nothing I can do

And as they spend their lives
Meeting deadlines and goals

I just sit around
And grow old

I'm poor
And I don't care

As I drove
In the darkness
I saw the colored lights
Of the fair

There I am
Sitting over there
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