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Siya Mulge May 2020
While it flawlessly divines itself during the shine and the rain,
All the while it stands boldly upright;
Keeping the thought of being colossal away,
While people are trying to bring it down;
  It stands perfectly in its position,
  Despite being stamped, crushed
  Cut please, or just brushed.
  It is deeply hurt, yet a picturesque sight!
  All it desires is a bit of shine and a drop of water,
   For it priors the great before itself,
   In require of no care or smother,
It relentlessly grows with nothing more..
Deeds  so high, yet chooses to be rooted to the massive floor!
While it suffocates beneath to make a soft bed for the tired,
While it brings life over the dead dark browns;
It bears acceptingly  whatever comes to its way,
Not giving a single thought!
I want to be a strong so like grass ;
They call it mediocre, I call it sight!
aviisevil May 2020
there's nobody out there
behind the voice

all there is
is this vacuum in void

filled with rotten
flowers and emptied sun

drifting around the
asteroid belt

where frequencies
are sung

filling sequenced days
from the last

in various ways
blooming into melancholic
art

alcoholic space
and in an unholy flask

sailing across the page
between the lines

not enough velocity to
to escape the mind

stuck forever in this
fallen place,

diseased and blind

isn't universe just
a cage that

no poet can rhyme;

nobody can hear you scream
on mars, nevermind.
I'm not sure if there's a cure for heaven, or hell. maybe all there is, is the lack of both.
Siya Mulge May 2020
Pelagic, my mind goes when I see you
Pelagic, my breathing relates when your lips curve
Pelagic, my rollercoaster goes when your hands are on mine
Pelagic, my begula whale rides when your eyes shine
Pelagic, my bilge wings flap over when words for me at your mouth accrue
Pelagic, I become when I think of you...
uv May 2020
What is the limit?
That a thought could reach,
If it could float away from my mind

I have heard
that thoughts can weigh,
They are substantial, they are defined.

It seems they have a power.
Thoughts could make Reality!
You can call them magical or
   just well designed.
aviisevil Apr 2020
chemical nights
city lights
and the isolation

farming dreams
while they scream
in my head

loneliness eats
and it repeats
in synchronisation

insects crawl
while people talk
in my head

gnarly roads
vapours from smoke
and annihilation

words i write
have already died
in calming insulation

and the rot
has set;

the dark coming down
all over me.
the city haunts at night.
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