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The soft pink tongue spits
Poison and nectar as per
The situation...
Was trying to write it as a four liner:
The soft pink tongue
Is always on the run.
It is as cool as an ice
And as fiery as the sun...

But it ended up as a haiku....
Was inspired by a very famous saying : don't be the slave of ur tongue but make the tongue ur slave...😅
Erika Aug 10
I don’t want to chase you anymore,
So from this moment on
I’m choosing not to.
If our paths are meant to cross again
I hope that they do.
But as of now
I have no legitimate desire
to continue
to be led on
by you.
Cat & mouse
qeren Jul 29
for a mother has lost her child

for a sister has lost her brother

for a friend who has lost his grandfather

for our azure has cried for us

for the soil is losing its place for us

for that's the only thing that we can do now
it is the thing we've been doing now.
Raven Feels Jul 7
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, who wants to count to ten when you can carry on to infinity?

she stopped time and asked
a question planted silence in advance
faced my truth on a real talk
never thought it was hard to stand or walk

rock plays numb humiliation
the inhale echoes wounds then exhalation
denial and defense
tears welled up the hidden immense

the wind swings
a lost count to infinity sings
red eyes
step on two legs cries and undeniable disguise

forbidden was for me to
reveal the vulnerable due
the intimidated call
of how things are messed up in sort to fall

and now I think
of how it stinks
memories of misery
a step between me and the cemetery

embarrassment attacks
white lies painted above the blacks
stepped on me
a bug under the shoe and I let it be

guess that she knew
but the answer hung in air and flew
my confidence buried peacefully when already dead
and the winter cold shivers in my head

you’re just my blessings in disguise but we’re
hiding from feelings that should be discussed
Everyone can see that there’s something there
But I shoot my shot ... it goes unnoticed by you. Every single time.
I’m just scared to find out the truth on.
Why everything is taken so long

Sometimes I leave myself to think about
A situation way too much and forget about life.
Feeling like I’m trapped. Running away from my thoughts. When all I want to do is talk to
You.But I can’t .
I wish I could just pick up the phone and talk to you.
I’m just hoping this thing we have can work out.
There’s only so much I can take before I’m done. In letting in some sort of love.
Spriha Kant Apr 3
Sometimes one doesn't emit any shade or tone.We actually see the reflection radiated by the prevailing situation upon one's own aura.

© Spriha Kant
Ry Mar 5
On the plane ride there;
The same song came on repeat every 3
or 4 songs out of a 6 hour long playlist.

In my head I thought;
This is a message isn’t it?

Then the song started singing my future events

At 3:30am one month later;
I find myself laughing to it on repeat.

Naveen Malhotra Aug 2020
Sometimes I wonder whether I am mad
How do l know I am mad?
Mad never knows he is mad
If he ever knows that, he wouldn't be mad
The scenario is really sad
Let's turn to psychologists and psychiatrists
What they have said on the topic
They say your vision is myopic
Everybody is mad somehow, it is tragic
You live in a mad mad world
You are mad if they find you difficult
You are mad if you are sad
You are mad if you are glad
You would be declared mad without confusion
If you are different from mass illusion
I don't know whether I am mad
If majority opinion declares me mad
I would be glad I didn't belong to the herd of sheep
If majority opinion declares it otherwise
I would be glad I am different from the mad world outside
For me both ways it's a win win situation!
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