These breaths
are but thorns
in my neck.
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look at my blood flowers, because I write with a serene sharp blade that soothes. as much as cuts into the deepest parts of my soul
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- Son, Mallu, Expeditionist, Whimsical Blogger, Pseudo Poet, Haiku thirst, Literaly anti-literal, Foodie, Coffee & PinkFloyd addict. floating bewilderedly through space-time continuum !
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This is a routine lament. Colors are dear, these days. Yellow flowers wilt into brown silence; voices fade, there is nothing more to be said...
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frosty morning / flock of starlings / twisting in the wind.
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We live between the spaces of promises, in broken tea cups and shattered mornings. then new vows soak up spilled words until we fall again.
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Even dead fallen leaves go a long way with the wind before getting crushed.
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mad poetry,willful gravity and animal magnetism, bone-caging desire. I seek every why, while open mouthing the rain and the dead light of st...
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* To fall in love. * To laugh until it hurts your stomach. * To find mails by the thousands when you return from a vacation. * To go for a v...
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my mind, poached its yolk spilling out into a void; past mirrored hallways, grey reflections of words are chained to my tongue
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Paintbrush in water fascinates me sometimes more than colors as it's the state where imagination actually decides the destiny of the can...
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wrapping my whispers around your silence.
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Twisted tears // run jaggedly // down my face // crooking their way // into my heart//
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- These breathsare but thorns in my neck.
- Your eyes hold stormy seas of longing, sorrow and ...
- I wonder what a smile of yours would taste like, i...
- ribbons of sunrise I watch the sky unwrap herself....
- drive your heart to command fire,for rides.water w...
- Send me your thoughts, enveloped in a sigh.
- The path behind is twisted, the path ahead unknown.
- glancing beyond bare branchesto landscapes previou...
- Take this life instead Large enough for All those...
- This lamp that burns within letting me burn the g...
- The earth,More barren Without little footsteps.
- Black can be defined as the exhaustive combination...
- why do I listen to the constant quietness of unea...
- footsteps erased by tides never forgotten their me...
- Drape me in your words then proceed to read me.
- Your words are woven silk clothing my naked soul.
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