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Oct 2016 · 539
Circe
Born just to die
that's the poets curse,
to note down words from
the chat with the universe

As we are watching
the bloodstains to dry out
Bull's eye is the answer, go ahead,
try to find out.
Oct 2016 · 307
Falling in love
So what is it?
It is the only type of insanity
that's socially accepted.
Oct 2016 · 596
Thyia
How much this strive really cost?
I keep asking, but she keeps paralyzing my thoughts.

She stared at me for the longest until she finally asked
''What was this promise you speak of?''
For the temptation and doubt are wounds
and you never reached her.
Oct 2016 · 297
Chase
There are some bottles that cannot be filled enough.
They sit there every day, every night stabbing us and reminding.
All day we try to replenish them, but it wont matter.
Oct 2016 · 392
Melaina
Let us go then, you and I
hand in hand
like a father and child
together

everything looked so
promising, early
in the day

drops falling on my head
scent of a coffee mixed
with perfume
in the hall

as we approached the world
with chilly winds on
our faces

we offered our heart,
for the heart is truly
all we had- believed in

but heart was too pure,
too foolish to face
the night

after the heart, we
offered mind, mind
started to judge and
turned back on us
.               .                .
day is slowly turning
into the nite, vapors
of reek is all I see
.                .                .
lastly, we desperately
offered our soul

nothing happened

After the countless
suns and moons
reek turned into mist
sand into grass
we into I
chaos into
serenity

as I am finally leaving
the chase behind
I feel immeasurably
at peace.

— The End —