18/F Poems from the pen with ink of life.
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Even after having numerous stars, There is a flitter of dreadful silence. Veining the intense silver dragged bars, Sun is no use for inner luminance. Gripping the cinders of various scars, Still longing for the glittering competence.
Pierced the surface of Moving life by making It immobile Captured it's skin On the wall Supported by the Heartlessness as courage The whelping innocence Growing with that hanged skin Swinging around Looking around Hovering around With joys and laughs Unaware of the agony Of that rope of his swing Nature is destructed Walls are smirking Childhood is blinded With cruelty as bravery And spring, spring is Losted forever......
Wading in the meadow of sorrows Glaring the newly blossomed lilies Pondering the slow slow breezes Greenness is more inside than outside Leaves the yellow oscillating with grace Leaves the golden striking the land Leaves the brown silently scattering Crushed by the feet of travelers The same going somewhere else Leaves the white oscillating with stiffness Leaves the blue striking forcefully Leaves the red scattered screaming Crushed by the feet of dearly traveler Autumn is inside, Autumn is outside October is just slandered for no reason Real culprit is favourite traveler
it's not that i can't breath just that the air is too heavy too humid too thick with lies and sickly sweet half-truths that choke me up and fill my lungs with smog drowning me with the intention towards strife and barbarity to consume the life-giving and raise the executioners on their thrones of thorns
it's not that i can't breath just that the air isn't right does not satisfy this burning in my lungs and the dizzy fog in my head that trips me up and fills my mouth with gasps my lungs heaving against iron bands of cultural and social restrictions on the righteous and leniency for the cruel on their stages in masks
it's not that i can't breath just that the air is alive smothering me intoxicating and illusory and insubstantial as a midnight dream that jolts me awake and fills me with unreasoning panic banishing from my mind all reason in the laws of nature to protect the awake and disturb the sleepers in their hollows of selfishness.
Beauty within... Yet, A choking fear horrifying... . . .
Can we meet in dreams?? If you wish not in reality Over the cup of breezing love... Undefined panaromic gliding kisses We elope in dreams Miles and miles we are apart... Miles and miles we are near... Are you drinking magic mocha? So am I!