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sinking till i can float
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As I roll down the hill
grass blades grazing my skin
a shiver hitches my breath
I hold my arms open in an embrace
hoping you'd apparate from deja vú
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The somber moon
hunting for those glistening orbs,
the earth now shields.
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the curse
if my deathless crestfallen face is any evidence
you know i’ve outlasted the tranquil of isolation
days pass by envying the mortals engrossed in worldly affairs
too distracted to bother entertaining ghastly theories
the ones that creep into idle minds like mine
cold crippling thoughts drape my unwilling body in them
now i just lie there, unstruggling
giving in to the ways of the universe
marinating in self-depreciating notions
loathing the face in the mirror
the very essence of her
looking for a shoulder, my head hangs in deafening void
reminding myself, forehead creases are the most i can afford
all i’ve got are the ghosts of inferior companionships
people miserly in attachments, boring me with their dust-collecting scripts
even in demise, mediocrity is no longer condoned
that being so, i find myself in strange arms
crying ugly tears into my wiping damp fingers
as my wild feathered hair cloud my vision
roaring away my fears of dying insignificant
to ears which don’t recognise the trembling in my voice
if fatigue brings anything, it’s numbness to confusion
splashing cold realisation to my scatterbrained self
winters bygone must have some rationality but for
the people who chanted ‘keep hope’ so ceremoniously
as i nodded blankly staring into oblivion
naive, i wasn’t then nor am i now, for i know hope is a treachery
that the foolish and lazy follow deaf and blind
moral of the story being, sweetheart you can’t outrun testing times
you scrape your nails on the walls of your den
till sense reveals itself to you
you will feel the fresh breeze washing down your lungs
that you so gravely desire, if you can find it in you to
crawl if not walk the way out of your nightmare
so everyday i start anew
wiping out the sinful and the moral
i write as if my survival clings on to the belief
that there will be another word, phrase, a story
for my desire to feel alive transcends all
cruel obstructions of the universe
i’ll wake up in this graveyard every dawn
even if it’s weeks, months or years till the corpses
retrace their course from their downfall into the twilight
i shall strive till passion fills
every moment of this mundane existence
if not a mark on this earth
i’ll leave, at the very least, a faint shadow
silence is nowhere peace, i now understand
in chaos i thrive
and in chaos, i will die
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“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
— Rose Kennedy
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“I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.”
— Eartha Kitt
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“Just because you think you’re worthless doesn’t make it true.”
— Unknown
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““I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.” Robin Williams”
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“It’s never too late to start being who you want to be”
— Unknown
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“Your relationship with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship you have.”
— Robert Holden
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“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”
— Haruki Murakami
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“I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.”
— Saul Bass
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“If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.”
— Ruthie Lindsey
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“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
— Carl Gustav Jung
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Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.
Khalil Gibran
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kabir
the sky was tired that evening
we spent hours talking
oblivious of time slipping away
i reminisce you embracing
my chaotic energy
as my eyes lingering on you, twinkled
the tears on my fingers wrapped around you weren't seen
it's never nothing, any words
or no words exchanged with you
the time spent in your presence
the only time i'd feel seen
you know all of that
how you're the person that
makes life condonable
but that was before the seasons changed
before my heart started beating too fast
whenever i looked at your lost eyes
and the curls your hair made seemed
like the loveliest thing ever
where do i start? where do i end?
at the holy calmness in your face?
or the divine way you move?
oh, what you do to me
how I've yearned to go on walks with you
till the end of the earth
to bestow you with your favorite daisies
everytime we meet
to dance our souls away in the rain
to steal you away from this world
and never return
the drizzling turned into storm
when the night set in
bringing back the ghosts that
i had blissfully blinded myself to
ah, this is gonna be the death of me
to have you as my faith but
looking away every time you gazed at me
i would envelop myself in you, if i could
tell everyone, i am, you
but i wince at the slightest brush
against your skin
i'd burn myself and
set ablaze the world
if it was for you
but i wither away at the thought
that you could ever admire me
all this love in me
suffocated by bounds
flows out through my cracks
as it makes me mourn my existence
i won't lie and tell you
that i didn't relish my misery
the thought of you did make
my tearing eyes glisten
but i'm tired of my torment now
so i walk up to your window
and call out your name
it's late in the night
and you come out with
sleepy concern in your eyes
i start talking and i don't know
what i said and when i stopped
i can just feel my wet cheeks on fire
i'm in a haze when i look up
and see you walking towards me
i feel my breath giving up on me
and i just cross my fingers
and beg the universe
to uncross our stars
cause darlin', i fear
i don't know how to be loved
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i swear to lord
“I am very much in love with no one in particular.”
— Ezra Miller
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“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”
— Tyler Kent White
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