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Neha Chaudhary Nov 2015
Coastal air got obnubilate by her breaths,
And made the infuscated horizon to melt.
The adipsous dusk like an alchemy
Brought us together,
And underneath the stars we made constellations.

In the midst of it, so alive and alone
Breaths support like bones.
We draw figures in the calcareous sand,
And the sea erases their calligraphy,
But not our smell from its granuels.

The islands today too stand *****,
To look at our eternall love.
The coconut tree bends to offer us bower.
And I still remember your tender heart,
cherubic smile, rosy cheeks and all of you.
Neo Madime Feb 2014
You gave her a circular metallic band , to represent your supposed eternall devotion to her goodness
You breathed love down her spine, the dull beat of her heart livening and her eclipsed life brightened.
You whispered promise into her heart until you were her only source of happy.
Together you built a life but lately you're never there.
She lies in the darkness in pieces pathetically reaching out to a cold space where you're supposed to be.
You rule, she follows.
She follows and bows to the ground you walk on
Cleaning whatever mess you leave behind
She is blind to her slavery and all she can utter is "he loves me".
God knows black and blue don't belong on her skin.
But you are god.
She knows your word Genesis to Revelations, Revelations to Genesis.
god?
No.
Men like you with a **god ego need to rearrange and realise you're not a god but a dog.
I will never let a man tell me what to do.
Philip Connett Apr 2021
THAT CONSTANT PULL
DRAWS ME IN
AGAIN
AGAIN
AGAIN
I'M DRIFTIN'
ADRIFT
LOST SIGHT
OF SHORE

THAT SILENT DARK NIGHT
THAT SUN'S A MEMORY
A FADED FILM
ON DULL WALLS

EVER IN TOW AND PULL
ETERNALL DARKNESS FALLS

THE SUN A PHOTOGRAPH
BURN IT FROM END TO END

WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
NO BEACON TO THIS END
I'M WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
WITH NO LIGHT TO SEND
MY EYES ARE BLINDING ME
EARS STONE MIND NUMB
NO SENSE IN THIS NONSENSE
CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO END

THERE'S SURRENDER IN ABANDON
NUMBED TOUCH AND TASTELESS THINGS
CHEAP IMAGES SURROUND US
SALIVATE THE TASTE THAT LINGERS
IMPULSE COMPULSIVE TRENDS
THERE'S SURRENDER IN THE DEATH HOUSE
LIGHT WILL BRING ITS END


BLACK NIGHTS
CANCERED MEMORIES
DISSOCIATED NETWORKS
LOST TIME
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST CONNECTIONS
LOST SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST TIME
NO CONNECTION
NO LIGHT
NO SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
As if a song lyric that I wrote in my mid-teenage years...

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