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 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
JP
when husband
received salary.
she spend the 70%
of them
and remaining
husband spend
for her…
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
Harsh
If you thought of

all the little things

that caught your

undivided attention

over the years,

the things you covet

and cherish and protect,

those that you value

and appreciate,

every little thing

that you have ever

come to love,

if you thought of these

and I asked you

to compile a list of them,

how far down

would you have to go

before

you ever

named


*yourself?
Inspired by: "And if I asked you to name all of the things that you love, how long would it take for you to name yourself?"
if I'm writing poetry
under daylight
I'm ignoring life
if I'm writing poetry
at night and not sleeping
I'm ruining everything
what if I don't write
but go to the gym all the time
then I would ask
what my good health is for
now i've confused myself
.....
I guess every thinking
starts with a confusion
so with dogs, among dogs i die amok with woof to the haunted seizure; leisure all made cavern into a sensible season: death prides the music! death prides the music! nothing else matters to be deemed a quench of some formidable leech.*

if i knew
the least
as was abel
but a wheat
shaft
decapitated;
the wind
lost a door
under which
it could
whisper:
                                                                  well d’uh                     i.
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
Robyn
My darling
Don't ever believe you're boring
My darling
My darling
Don't ever believe you're nothing
When you're everything
My darling
To me
Sleep soundly
My darling
My darling
I can see the parting of your lips in sleep
My darling
Never forget I'm thinking of you
Darling
You're everything to me
I remember that feeling
that heavy weight I held
just wanting to die already
but being terrified of hell

I was suicidal
but only in my mind
I could never make my body commit that selfish, wanted crime

my breathing had no point
and my life felt like death
I couldn't see past the pain that I wanted to forget

"you'll always be alone" kept ringing through my head
telling me that all would be fine when I was finally dead

I just wish I could travel back
and tell me where I am
out of that black hole
and into life again

they say it gets better
which is hard to believe
but I now can testify
that it rang true for me
I want to talk to someone... Anyone...
But I cannot talk to just anyone...
Not a single soul will understand my pain...
That is why I must write...
Paper is what became of a once beautiful soul..
Don't you see...
It's just like me...
Being killed til I lost my soul..
Now being used as disposable...
Being ****** dry by parasites in her life...
The only problem, she lets it happen...
He turned to me
With his creeping grin

Saying

Once gone through the looking glass
we never come back again

So you may be strange
*but we are all mad here
Inspired by aiw
Like a dark-blue angel I walk these streets asleep
Spilling water-thoughts for my sky-blue girlfriend
And with much ease splashing about a serious desire
To express the fluidity in my style of loving her

With her pale-white precious face of a place
Upon that space the moon introduced a sister-image
And in winter’s name with delicate snow-like fame
Dressed my lover’s hands in white cotton gloves
there's something out there
in the air that isn't ours
we can drive ourselves mad
reason about it for hours


you cannot see the evil
more transparent than glass
and you wonder about questions
questions that were never asked



but it wasn't meant to be
that's how the story goes
you can dream about it
but nobody really knows


dust will consume the fire
water will cut the stone
dark shall swallow the light
and rust will eat the bones



it's just something in the air
withering everything in its path
you can see it everywhere
no-one is ever meant to last


a skeleton shall dance naked
wearing his skin bare
rejoicing a mother's burial
with children those don't care



all there is and will be
shall be left behind in a while
there is something in the air
that is rotten and vile


there's something in the air
it is out there as I speak
and nothing can save you
if you do not stop to breathe





**stop breathing
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