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Aching, breaking, shaking
(faking).
But honey, you made me
yours for the taking.
tumbleweeds clung
to my eyelashes and teeth,
so brittle and bitter that I
couldn't speak.
so when you swept away
the debris, I
fell hard, and now we're
stumbling -
Singing, winging, flinging,
(stinging).
But darling, I can't take
you are bringing.
cobwebs tangled
in my hair and nails,
so itchy, sticky, and I
thrashed in my sleep.
so when you brushed
out the knots and burls, I
thought you were the smoothest
thing I have ever seen -
Wanting, flaunting, taunting
(daunting).
But sweetheart, I'm not worth
this tender haunting.
dust settled
over my skin and lips,
and I choked and coughed along
with attic-bound dolls.
so when you took me down and
claimed me as yours, I
forgot that I
am mine.
(this gritty sweetness helps me sleep,
but I can't promise this is for keeps.)
(faking).
But honey, you made me
yours for the taking.
tumbleweeds clung
to my eyelashes and teeth,
so brittle and bitter that I
couldn't speak.
so when you swept away
the debris, I
fell hard, and now we're
stumbling -
Singing, winging, flinging,
(stinging).
But darling, I can't take
you are bringing.
cobwebs tangled
in my hair and nails,
so itchy, sticky, and I
thrashed in my sleep.
so when you brushed
out the knots and burls, I
thought you were the smoothest
thing I have ever seen -
Wanting, flaunting, taunting
(daunting).
But sweetheart, I'm not worth
this tender haunting.
dust settled
over my skin and lips,
and I choked and coughed along
with attic-bound dolls.
so when you took me down and
claimed me as yours, I
forgot that I
am mine.
(this gritty sweetness helps me sleep,
but I can't promise this is for keeps.)
Literature
A Ghazal of Eyes
At my spine is a harbour for a fear of eyes:
the eyes that want to know me and your eyes.
Yours want me wanting and known. I think
of floods daily. They rarely close, your eyes.
You asked if I was scared of being known,
the dip of eyelashes on all-seeing eyes.
I hid a small god in your goldfish bowl to
make it true when I said yes, those eyes.
Somewhere I am known and in love with you.
It could be true. Can you imagine Mum's eyes?
Warm, as she’d look at us over her chai and smile.
Later you'll kiss me and tell me not to close my eyes.
Perhaps I won't. Here, there is no puja that can
pray away my fear, or with incense, hide all eye
Literature
To The Monster In My Head: This Is Your Last Poem
I know you are there, we have met before.
I know what you did to me and I know, I let you. There was no one that could see you, but me.
Once again you are creeping out of the darkness. You´re gripping onto me again.
I have learned to cry silently and hide my tears so they were never seen.
I´ll cover your pelt in flames,
Set your hollow face into frames
And hang them on the wall
I am going to show them all
The monster inside me
What you are, what I used to be.
It used to hurt when you bite;
My only way to scream was to write...
But today, no song will save you. No poem will be silent rescue.
I will shout. I will cal
Literature
Flower
She sits under the shade
Of my favorite tree
Her eyes are closed
And droplets of tears are rolling down her cheeks
She's mesmerizing
She's just beautiful
Her brown locks
Curl around her round face
Her freckled face
Blotted with red
Is still more gorgeous
Than many's
She's gentle with the leaves around her
She's as soft as the petals falling to the ground
Serene and oblivious
To my staring
She's too far away from me
For me to hear what she whispers
But I know her voice is melodious
And sweet
I can't reach her
But I know she's coming for me
I can't see her sometimes
But she's never a memory
She's her
And I'm me
We're an
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Borne from a bad day, a difficult decision, and a single, angsty, bitter moment.
Reflects my current mood and reality, but take what you read with a grain of salt. In the end, I'm content, and that's all I can ask for. But sometimes I can't help but crave a little more.
Hooray crypticness!
Comments, questions, critiques, favorites, etc - always greatly appreciated.
Enjoy?
1 - What works in this poem? What doesn't?
2 - Does the format prevent the poem from flowing well?
3 - Favorite image or line? Least favorite image or line?
4 - Do you have any other suggestions on how this piece could be improved?
Thanks!
==========================================
Borne from a bad day, a difficult decision, and a single, angsty, bitter moment.
Reflects my current mood and reality, but take what you read with a grain of salt. In the end, I'm content, and that's all I can ask for. But sometimes I can't help but crave a little more.
Hooray crypticness!
Comments, questions, critiques, favorites, etc - always greatly appreciated.
Enjoy?
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The picture you create in this poem is both horrifying yet beautiful at the same time. I love the comparisons and the use of imagery in this, especially the part about the cobwebs.
The addition of the words in parentheses really makes this piece different, in a very good way. It's nice how sometimes such simple things can add so much depth to a poem.
I really can't find a thing I dislike about this poem- very well done!
The picture you create in this poem is both horrifying yet beautiful at the same time. I love the comparisons and the use of imagery in this, especially the part about the cobwebs.
The addition of the words in parentheses really makes this piece different, in a very good way. It's nice how sometimes such simple things can add so much depth to a poem.
I really can't find a thing I dislike about this poem- very well done!