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Vaniexe Kafka Jan 13
i won't leave traces
     that i'm changing into different faces
fooling people of my desires
i'm stranded on a wire
with just one wrong step,
     people will know the depth
     of my longing.

i'd like to think i'm only indulging
and will not forever be craving:
     the taste of your lips
     the way your hands fall into my hips
          as our breathes mingle
          as our tongues entangle
making my body all tingly,
leaving your scent into me.

there will be no traces
of this poisonous fruit my heart chases
     because this is just a phase
     i'll sober up one of these days

but for now,
     let your traces seep deep into my bones
     and let the room be filled with both our moans.
i can't remember why i wrote this, probably after reading a manhwa or sumthing
at crossroads I was, unable to choose
where I would go, and what I could lose
the clock was ticking, the other cars waiting
in the middle I stood, debating, debating ~
the decision to make, what path to take
what would I lose, when so much was at stake?
completely different paths, different journeys, different outcomes. what would you choose?
𝙶𝙽𝙶 May 2022
𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝙸’𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 ..
𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝,
𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗?
𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎?
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚗 ..
𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ..
𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎,
𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎
𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,

𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 ..
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗,

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ..
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘.
𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 ..
𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?
Or should I fold?

When you love hard so you gotta be careful who you give ur heart to.

Ps: I edited the original post.

© snoW
Amrita Tiwari Mar 2022
You have your eyes on someone else
I am happy gazing at the shell
It's a nagging zeitgeist, well
I tried to keep a pretence
Could you tell?

I spinned in endless circles
Blinded by the sparkles
Thought there will be tell-tales
Measured self on  bad scales
Contemporary delusions hail
Careful calculations also fail

I am trying to move on
From something
That was only drawn
In my thoughts, which pawned
My heart, which still prolongs

Tell me
What should I do?
Everyday I am filled with blues
I could throw this forever
If I knew a little, how to!
Or if I had the slightest clue!
Once I gave up twice.
As if that wasn't enough,
I threw two dice but kept no price.

Pessimism isn't my thing but I think optimism hasn't help very much either.

The good I see in people keep shifting between the real and the unreal.
And that left me no choice but the voice of exit each time.

So I compose songs but none has ever been of love so far.

It isn't about the luck of attraction but the reaction after my actions that quenched the fire.

Well, it is my story so you may not believe if I say I didn't do anything bad anyway.

Do I need more time?
I mean to better study this subject clearly before taking the test again?

Or maybe I need more patience;
To to endure the jolts which comes with putting my hands on that wheel?

Wait...

Let me sip a wine of time of mine, then I'll tell you more of what happens later.
At times we go in for goals without purpose and some turn out positive. With love, it is a different world on it's own
Ritz Writes Sep 2021
Words dived inside my mind. Emotions flow in rhythmic waves
as diluted thoughts
submerging the pages and verses drenched in melodic verse.
Passion outpour
Submerged myself drowned in inspiration.

As I drift into a lyrical sea and ink drips from my pen.
#RitzWrites
Wilkes Arnold Aug 2021
What does one do when the characters you hate
Are the ones you best construe?
Misgivings and flaws you can relate
To, tho venerable traits you eschew,

The green light gazers and "architect" praisers
Familial leeches or the confessor who preaches
That awareness absolves one of sin,
Compromisers and self-named kaisers
Resound and reverberate within

They pass by in my pages to be mocked and scorned
As evil, cruel, an oaf, or a tool
Too low to respect or too high on their horse
Despicable, maniacal, mediocre, or worse

And I do hate their vileness, I do hate their flaw
I want to shake them and claw at their skull
For nothing more than the gleam of recognition
That by some misfortune of natural law
They and I share a need for contrition.
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