#l
dear L,
i might make the distinction that your l is uppercase. what does that mean? i don't know, but it was intentional and i'll keep it that way.
i don't really know you, i just want to tell you that when you have your chin rested in the cradle of your arms on your desk, and your hair seems to spill over, you are beautiful.
really beautiful. when you tilt your head slightly sideways and something like a smile traces your lips and you exhale.
i don't love you, not in any way that would matter to you. i just wanted to let you know
r.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:57 PM UTC
There's a Play
~
There's a play,
& you are the actor.
Sadly,
you don't know the script
or the story to follow.
You still perform
aware or unaware.
It’s an enigma.
Scene by scene,
sequence by sequence,
Drama
Suspense
Romance
Mystery
Tragedy
Thrill
horror
Adventure
Action..... More's
a floor of diverse genres.
Each performed scene
Hints & Script to the next,
a prelude to another act.
~
Look ahead
what’s coming next?
Are you ready to act?
& remain unpaid?
And then, the intermission...
leading to
unfathomable End.~
The End ~~
My Act//Scene of writing
this is successfully ended !
The End finally ~~
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
a potion maker,
seeking the formulae
of the combination
of the
known and the none,
the wizard’s ideation
of the secret spark of
creation, the starter fire
of human destiny & desire
who needs gold,
when,
the power of birth,
the mystery of girth
the fluids of oils,
plus 57 varieties
of human blood,
in a precise tabulation
the sap of human cell
constructs, heated
gentle on a low flame,
do not forget, or regret
if the salt & pepper
of discernment is
overlooked, the sighs,
*the quiet of boredom,
the leveling moments
when creation is initiated*
and then
my heart can be
known to some,
even careful read
between the lines ~
the lines on my eyes,
the cross hatch upon
a forehead, the crinkles
where time and laughter
intersected and injected
*the whites spaces between
these words*
enough enigma…
never!
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC
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Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 10:09 PM UTC
She is such a.....
**** for black pepper
with her amateur
Symbolic ***** ****
...............
I bought it
Watch as they bounce me
Across the
Family's hot topic list
I live for big business
Now inching
toward industry
with such relief
Let's keep
Moving
Jeeeeeeezzzz
What the hell
Is any of us even
doing here?
How weird
I can hear
some kinda cheering
From the atmosphere
Or is it an orchestra?!
I love it even more
Than the day before
.....
just for the allure
Okay, say when..
The Gods like to
pepper in
a bit of horror
to make a story
More interesting..
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
Bittersweet, honest conversations
Chocolate and coffee on the side, is this our destination?
My dear as you speak, chills run down my spine
Thoughts of you, turn into butterflies as the moonlight shines
Bread and butter,
Silly little fights
Stay seated at the afterglow my Romeo
Oh! silly little fights end with kisses holding you tight
My chosen one, you're my gorgeous pink skies
The butter to our bread, as it gets dark
My hyped dopamine, kissing my birthmark
Up all night, you’re my greatest adventure
*
Fortune telling, as I dive into your golden clouds
My brown eyes lay out our future
Even if the dream ends, don't wake me up.
Magic armour, aren't you the warrior?
No more suffering, lessons were learned,
Love walls, stakes high, hand in hand, jumping blind
Hold on to the touch, I’m yours at last
The topic is forever swimming in violet grass
Wake me up every morning to the melody of your voice
Let my heart speak as my tongue wrapped tight
Smiles in between kisses, forever intertwined
Stars look like butterflies, heart's divine
Can't finish my reader
Emotions lost my words
Rosey lips locked, shivers as you look into my eyes
Forever, for eternity, forgotten lies
Love for always, a love that's true.
By Zoulaikha
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 11:35 AM UTC
Last I night I slept on your ceiling
It was the most ghastly feeling
to be looking down and watch you roll around with some other human being
Now when I'm in my own bed
I look up and see you instead
But I know you'd never sleep on my ceiling
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
Hops and giggles echo in my mind
as I tread towards my inner self,
I take off my clothes that once
hid me.
I become the source of childish giggles,
as I run around the eternal fire of youth
that flush the wilted lilies with life
once again.
My hair's entwined with the scent of jasmines
that cleanses my lungs of the storms,
that once posed as my inevitable
natural calamity.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
nodus tollens- the realization that the "it" of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore
you call me your butterfly;
your little butterfly child
with my weak bones,
weak skin
and a weak heart.
you call me your butterfly
and my head fills with honey; you say you love me.
you call me your butterfly
and suddenly i can’t help but melting
when you look into my eyes.
you call me your butterfly
and suddenly i want you to be mine
till our wings become soft and dissipate in the warm winds.
you call me your butterfly
and say we are going to fly around the world
to see the black sky paradises
and the nightshade blues.
and all of the other hues.
you say that even in death
our love will last forever.
you said that when you called me your butterfly child.
tell me i’m yours when we are all alone
and maybe i’ll tell you you’re mine.
tell me you love me when i rest my head on your chest.
and maybe i’ll tell you i love you too
tell me you need me when you run your hands through my hair
while we lay in bed for the last time
and maybe i’ll need you just as much.
tell me you want me when you look into my eyes
and maybe i’ll tell you i want you just as much.
butterflies don’t say maybe
and neither do i.
i’ll call you mine when we are alone.
i’ll tell you i love you when i rest my head on your chest;
feeling every one of your heartbeats and breaths.
i’ll tell you i need you when you play with my hair;
the smell of you lingers in my hair
as i lay in bed dreaming of all of our time together.
i’ll tell you i want you when i look into your eyes;
for when i look into your eyes
the wind stops blowing
the sun stops shining
and my mind stops thinking.
if you have to fly away that’s okay
if know we promised to stay
but sometimes is rains when it’s not supposed to
and sometimes we pull flowers out of the ground
just to see them die and change
so i understand if the wind is going to blow you in a different direction
but don’t forget about the days where we chased the sun
and ended up talking to the moon
and don’t forget about the picture-perfect memories
where our smiles looked so big
that no one would have guessed that we were not happy
and don’t forget about all the nights we laid awake
talking about the plans we had for ourselves
and the plans we made together
and don’t forget about every shock
that you felt when my skin brushed up against yours.
you are my butterfly.
eventually, we will come together and fly.
for now, you can visit the black sky paradise
and the nightshade blues
and i’ll come one day
and be with
you.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
‘Not allowed to speak.
Not allowed to die.
Now allowed to be angry.
Not allowed to desire.
Are we allowed to at least remember? “
--Dedicated to a truth teller- Dr. WL.L
I. Tears
Isn’t the voice too fragile to alarm?
the breaths within that death room, countless,
cornered. Surrounded. Lost.
Armful of mystique shrouded in gloom.
Can we all hear the drops?
diamonds tears clink and bounces.
The fatal seashores wrapped cries.
Where an uninhabited hero lost his life.
Tragedy that the height you fell from was meteoric.
II. Truth
He expected a thunderstorm.
He had no other choice
Except that isolated island- away from the maddening world.
Except those wild thorns
He was nurtured and became a solo star
He was like a diamond among the stones
Paranoid by his determination
Why fatherly fate sent him to such a hell like mission.
III. Wonders
The winds chanted a loud symphony of sorrow.
Where Dr.WL. L with a conscience, uninhabited hero …
Who would reject the sample-evil has triumphed over the good
Why the truth sunk into dead sea swirls?
He was hopeless and looked down upon.
Stormy roars, over a babble of voices.
One truth teller doctor passed away.
Thousands of eyes full of tears.
Tranquil island, berried a brave soul
Shouting for the devotion
Smashing the majestic power
Who shall turn an isolated island into a beautiful heaven?
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
Succulents and decor,
Meticulous cleaning, more friends.
Swiping crazy on tinder,
Online shopping, expensive skincare
Ruminating on what was once there sitting,
In suspended reality.
Where were the parents? That child is
dead now.
Locked in a haze, trying to forget
What a let down we’ve become.
That’s just how it can be.
**** that really blows.
What you thought was flush,
could just be bust.
Watching Disney + shows,
Toes the color of a mood.
Brooding about the future,
And saving the cash.
Cooking up and meal prep,
A meditation streak
you’re scared to break.
Excessive napping and
rubbing ten out on Sunday.
Dealing with small men,
eating like a champion,
taking a bath with an enemy
then do it again.
Avoiding all your frequents,
Picking up your phone calls,
singing Doja lyrics in a commute.
Drinking away the anxiety,
Staring at the tv,
Covered in twenty Sherpa-
You’re gone and I want to stay high
But I’m settled in an empty room
with self care books
I hope this time it’s a womb and
not a coffin.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
You bade me come
Like blades of grass and shields of rye
Like wind in mountain meadows past
Like sun and moon and sky
Your hand outstretched a breath from mine
Midst mire known to sink
I reached
And took you in with a sight so deep
You bade me come alive
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
Live Luxury
Like,
Love Licked
Lips Locked.
__Fathima Ruhee__
© inking__scribbler
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
There's a green wide eyed bird of spring that stares at me every morning
He looks at me with his protruding piercing eyes
Never blinks nor moves stationary like the sands of the Sahara
He whistles a song that echoes through my brain
A scene only valid in spring made for the eye to admire
He seems to live within the moment staring heavily
Come visit me this fine spring day as I gaze back at my friend.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC
you're ******
i'm *******
we got nothing left to lose.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
Lust is gone because of broken hearts.
Living terminates as excitement fades.
Love stops when meaning is lost.
Life is arrested at the scene of the crime.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
What is the name for the feeling
Of being swept out to sea,
clinging to a jagged piece of your old self?
Migration always brings things back-
In time...
-full circle
A shadowy maw spits
Unfinished creatures squalling
to life from my chest
only to freeze and shatter in the morning sun
Burning is just like heartbreak - hurting until it doesn’t anymore -
But fish don’t cry;
They can’t,
Already choking salt water through camellia wounds gaping,
Swords rusting on a lake bed
Where they fell
Trampled through the forest of you-
Making room for rows and rows of boxes
All empty -
You needed the space to grow into something useful -
Pushing yourself out of the way,
A door cloven into a thousand dull fragments by an axe
Shining,
And swept out to sea to watch the
Walls, constructed, take shape-
Fish can’t cry even when they are burning in the lake
Blowing empty bubbles at an orange sword -
Pulled to the gaping mouth and deposited at the shore,
And chains of empty spaces take their home,
A conquest from within -
What is the name of this feeling?
Of being thrown overboard by your own hand,
Clinging to the last remaining piece of your old self,
Waiting for the gaps you left
to be filled?
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC