Every book has a last page, every song a last verse to sing.
Every sentence its full stop, every beginning its ending.
Every existence will one day cease to be,
In the inevitability of death, there is unity.

'Death is simply a beginning,' confidently some state.
'In death, there is nothingness,' others iterate.
But the lock of death in the living world has no key.
In the ignorance of death, there is unity.

In the hearts of some resides unwavering misery.
Others march on, donning costumes of pseudo-normalcy.
The actuality of their loss, still others refuse to see.
In the incoherence of death, there is unity.

Cinema, literature, poetry have ostensibly tried to explain,
With the knowledge directors, littérateurs, poets feign.
No living soul can grasp its intense incongruity,
In the incomprehensibility of  death, there is unity

My poems don't have a sentence.
They're vague, unfinished, unclear.
And they certainly don't address the reader,
For that would be unprofessional, dear.

My poems don't have a meaning.
They're meant to be read and understood.
And they certainly don't have a title.
Yes, guidance is not at all good.

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Commas and them old fullstops.
Questions? Hah! What do they even do?
Exclamations? What silly ideas!
My poems don't need you!

Yes, my poems never rhyme.
For what use will it lend?
Yes, my poems never hold ironic lies.
And of course, they'll never end.

I hate using fullstops in my poems.

I want you to smoothly glide
Line to line,
Perhaps let a comma guide
You here and there
But no stops,
Just inhalations,
Imbibation
Of free flowing sentences
That carry you comfortably afloat,
To the fluid denouement
Of the poem I wrote

Turn around as the moments pause
as fullstops escape a rooted fool
watching the admiration melt
those words that flow to silence
from a ****** to the verified meanders
every time now and again the bitter taste
acclimatise the altitude of my brains
far beyond any bearable responses
of the tiny tiny teases and leases

The rope is stricken in handheld tickets
roaring as the rocket of emotions pocket
sirens picket setting the rotten resistance
one that is quieter than the quiet quoted
as the phrases evaporate in misty clouds
remnants of sweetness decant unknown
the pace slows and the taste envenom
painting the blues in a pungent smile

It was when I first found myself
So deep in a conversation,
Perhaps without any comas and fullstops.

It was then that I came back to my senses.
It was then when I first noticed
That my subconscious mind was imitating you in my speech,
It was then that I noticed how in your absence a bit of you still lingers.

There and then I was convinced,
Without a doubt that I was in love.

Ink stains on a torn page
The notebook still recounts
Pen pressed
Against her white flesh.
Rash cuts to ****** words
And commas instead of fullstops.

Eloquent cursive caress
The notebook has it all etched
Against her very next page
She cherishes the undying imprints
Of the paper she fostered
In walls of her blue cardboard.

A rip,it was all gone
Ink stains on a page torn,
To take flight like an airplane
Drown a Titanic near the sea shore
Make love to a poet's pen
Or end up in the next garbage can.


Love is still imprisoned
In the remnant edges
Of a page torn
Out of a blue notebook
I own
Flip to the next page
Experience a life lived
In those very ink stains.

The notebook grows old
To a cracked spine
Thankless fading lines
Blue paint chips off it
With margins overwritten
On 49 pages
An ode to 26 letters
The 50th,
Embodies a runaway vagabond.

me. my gaps. and fullstops.
words ?
me. i said.

(poem)

"you seriously didn't just use  ' vantablack ' , that's  too modern , harshly modern infact .",

"amateurish

"we all have phases of great sensitivity and heartbreak"


"that is why criticism is painful to take and hard to digest"

"sometimes when certain people exit our lives, so does our motivation to write"
"every poet really is their own harshest critic you know"
"we can see when our work is not exceptional"

"we arent so opposite  after all"

"someone's poetry is their soul naked in ink ."
"when they leave it becomes a bitter reminder of what is lost"

"I'm the guy with the "kitty queries"




"everything's better when it's  brief  ."
"every thing except love perhaps"
"on second thought im not sure"

"god knows we are eternally short of good people"

"we shall see if your self deprecation is baseless or not"
and how would you do that

we shall find out along the way



are you a late sleeper or an insomniac
the latter


particularly because I'm sick so
sick of?
dengue apparently, but life if you will
I am already dead
this body moves but the soul is dead
interesting affliction you have there


a self proclaimed simp
  rare indeed
you are never letting me forget that right?
never.


"it's kinda self pitying  ,   the things we did for the obsessions we gave up"

"there is no risk , i can do it wherever i feel like"
"enjoy your freedom o wild one"


you're quite the mystery arent you
am I ?
you do seem to be
I am nothing
nothing is nothing,
him everything is nothing
her and nothing is everything
so you're everything by the same logic.



him
"no i am not interested in love or any kind of demanding relationship at the moment she is just another online friend."


"btw you look so cuddle able


him "i would give anything to be anywhere but here.


"you seem so at ease
in front of the lens
i am comfortable behind it."



her - one day you'll think differently
him- i have thought differently and now i think this
her- and it will change again
him- "it wont,"i will just wait till my  forever buddy comes along in my life"

"and then that's  it ."



"your and my eyes are exactly the same by every aspect"
her- show
him- shape, size and colour

im becoming fond of your honesty"

"i haven't been held in 3 years"


"whats your favourite time of the day"
"night"
"what time"
"4.20"
"its 4.30 in the morning it's always 4.30 in the morning \n- charles bukowski"
or 3.03"
"what about you ?"
"5 am"
"best sleep and my name means dawn"
"and when i slip out of the house at 5 am"
"everything is silent"
"and its freeing"
him- the silence can be deafening
her- its refreshing to me
because my own thoughts drown me out


her-"you have nice hair"
him-  "you can cut the fake praise **** please"
"you have a  cute face  , now ****"

"ayo no obligatory reciprocation ****"
"not obligatory reciprocation , had been j thinking of when to say it and this seemed the prefect time to"


"he doesnt seem to be fighting for it"
"so why on earth am i fighting so hard to stay"
"not everyone means what they say not everyone is like us

him-"people are like shadows"
"they disappear in times of darkness"

him-"no one is worth the effort"
her- you really believe that?


"the haunting of bly manor, ep 6, 39:16

"for all this world stands for you could be crying at this very moment and i will never know"
"i wont go today"

its just words
words and words
i have a hundred more if that's what it will take to make you believe


him "love  has been known to blind even the greatest human beings"


flood out your sorrow , oh fair maiden"
"thank you for letting me"
"oh gallant knight"


"warm , fuzzy ,  dreamy"


her for when if we fall out"
him we wont


"i haven't cut my nails , otherwise i would have showed it and you would have fallen in love


"what are thr first three colours that come to your mind when u think of me"
how tf do you come up with these questions



him - "i am immaculate"


"i have to do 75 question of differentiation and indeterminate forms of limit to show my tution teacher to when i go today"
i am speed
"okay lightning mcqueen"


him - "that cap looked so warm and you had been wearing it all day was worried you might melt your brains out",


before you go , whats your biggest fear
its a sad answer
tell me
save it for the night



don't use fullstops
they intimidate me
him- they are definitive.
him   - like that.


him -can i save that?
her-  sure
keep your memories

him "i am a mirror
i am who you are to me


her- you're beautiful
him -  my mind or me?
her - you
him - who am i ? my body or my mind
her- that's for you to judge
both and neither