Seasons slip by me
And my clothes remain the same.
I have become too insular.
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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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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* 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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I'm tired of words, but somehow they bridge the distance between us.
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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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behind a shade drawn down, the moon guides my soul into every journey I am masked with surviving I am what love used to do when mirrors cried.
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- Cold silence,and a warm duvet pushing me; intermit...
- The stars are but tears shed by a miriad of unrequ...
- poems open doors;that don't even exist.
- All my time has been a raindrop,Sparkling and shim...
- On the coffee table is a framed photograph; the gl...
- I hear the witches incantations,their spells woven...
- We all have our safe places, where none are invite...
- There is a light within our soul that burns bright...
- Those masks we wear not to shield others; but ours...
- convoluted distortions,scripting thoughts without ...
- ghosts of memoriesresonate and chaseyesterday into...
- All these mirrors carnival distortions of selves w...
- Paintbrush in water fascinates me sometimes more t...
- that piece of you I hold inside always searching f...
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