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Mar 30 The Violet Spirit

Ami Mathur

I drove a dummy car
A car of dreams
A car where we should go to have ice cream.
Louder than the speaker, the songs that we scream
A car where I saw your sleepy face.
I clicked a pic of us with an almost ace.
A car we drove to the places beyond our reach.
Imagine a beautiful mountain or a beach.
A steer towards a steep valley.
Did we participated in that rally?
Road bearers commissioned us even in my dream
A car of dreams
Red hot wheel steaming up like a beam.
You throttled my life at faster pace.
And left that seat empty-
How do I chase?
the engine's roar took us to serene shore.
Why does this dream still feel like folklore?
Still feels like folklore

This one is inspired by gilbhi art photo..where I am pretending to drive a car -cut out however if I succeeded to learn and own one, I will definitely do all of this.
ps
PS. these moments I have already experienced.
May lord help me to learn driving soon :p

Mar 16 The Violet Spirit

blood-poet

Mar 16 The Violet Spirit

RA

blood-poet

Words like ants, running
up and down my arms, scrawled
blindly in the middle of
the night, when ideas come calling to tap
in my tired mind. Black ink, blue
ink, green ink, brown ink, colors
seeping through my skin in a rainbow
of painful letters until my blood
sings the lines of my poetry, mixing
with my ink until I think words
must flow naturally though my veins. If ink
is to become my blood, how long
until my ink runs out and my blood
starts to become only my red ink?

January 26, 2014
2:06 AM
edited January 27, 2014
thanks to BW for the title

Mar 15 The Violet Spirit

Flowers

Mar 15 The Violet Spirit

Thirty Nine

Flowers

You're not the kind of flower
People pluck and put into their hair
You're the kind of flower
People can’t bring themselves to pluck
And instead water it with their water bottle
A flower that deserves to bloom
And grow

Mar 15 The Violet Spirit

You want to know how it feels to love her?

Mar 15 The Violet Spirit

Lost Indeed

You want to know how it feels to love her?

My love is deep.
My love feels like the sun in my chest.
My love is the music in your ears,
Feels like the morning of a holiday.

My love illuminates and expands.
Oh, my dear...
Oh reader are you sure you want to know how it is to love her?
Are you sure you want to proceed?

My love is the upcoming STORM.
My love feels like the WAVES OF LOST SEAS.
My love BURNS IN THE FIERY PITS OF NEBULAS.
My love CONSUMES AND GROWS.
My love RIPS THROUGH MY SKIN SEARCHING FOR HER.
My love TEARS THE SKY ABOVE.
My love DEVOURS THE BROKEN STARS OF OLD.
My love DELIGHTS IN THE HEAT OF MY CORE.

My love NEEDS LOVING.
My love is the soft rain that irrigates.
My love requires her touch.
My love yearns for her kisses.

My love is her.
I love
her.

T

Mar 10 The Violet Spirit

I Do Not Need a Spark

Mar 10 The Violet Spirit

Emery Feine

I Do Not Need a Spark

I have been a raging fire.
I have been an overflowing cup,
Overflowing with guilt;
I wash it down the sink.
I have been too much for everyone:
Too bold,
Too shy,
Too lustful,
Too innocent.
I poured a bucket of ice on my head
To simmer me down a little bit,
And now that I am freezing,
And I cannot feel the fire no more,
I have met you, the blaze.
And your warmth was burning off my skin,
And it was melting my face off,
And it was too much.
Far too much.
You have given me light and burning warmth,
But I cannot handle the smoke.
I now know how he felt.
I am choking,
So I have left.
I will be too little and too much on my own.
I do not need a spark to jolt me.

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#spark #fire #ice #love #obsession #breakup #smoke #jolt #blaze #bold

Mar 9 The Violet Spirit

Allow me to Love you

Mar 9 The Violet Spirit

Lost Indeed

Allow me to Love you

In every moment I exist, I miss you,
And for some reason, I feel you miss me too.
I'm tired of the ordinary,
With you, my bed becomes our sanctuary.

I hope one day you give our future a chance.
In all my dreams, you are the only one I dance.
Even the angels high in the clouds
Are jealous of the love that we have found.

— The End —