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inexplicable.
the heavy empty creeps back in
devouring keenly
eyes taking everything
un-listening.
for the longest time
i thought silence was gold
until i learnt
aloof
meant to be adored
so i adorned myself with empty things
surrounded myself with empty beings
and learnt that haunted houses
were nothing more
than empty buildings.
still the heaviness creeps
sinking
bone deep
stinging
and i understand solitude
more than beginnings
some form of genesis
unravelled
unbridled
befuddled
he sang the words i needed
some form of entitlements
bestowed
and i realized more than ever
the emptiness beckoned.
there was a might could
should've been
but i am an empty thing
ejecting
escaping.
running away because my feet
know me better than my brain,
so i leave
Before
always better
some form of yesterday
present
but never quite reachable
in the moment
but never forever.
the heavy empty creeps back in
devouring keenly
eyes taking everything
un-listening.
for the longest time
i thought silence was gold
until i learnt
aloof
meant to be adored
so i adorned myself with empty things
surrounded myself with empty beings
and learnt that haunted houses
were nothing more
than empty buildings.
still the heaviness creeps
sinking
bone deep
stinging
and i understand solitude
more than beginnings
some form of genesis
unravelled
unbridled
befuddled
he sang the words i needed
some form of entitlements
bestowed
and i realized more than ever
the emptiness beckoned.
there was a might could
should've been
but i am an empty thing
ejecting
escaping.
running away because my feet
know me better than my brain,
so i leave
Before
always better
some form of yesterday
present
but never quite reachable
in the moment
but never forever.
Literature
Lies
Do you lie in your sleep?
When you exhale, do the lies just tumble out?
Does a lie always inhabit the tip of your tongue?
Ready to run free at a moment’s notice?
Because it seems all I hear from you lately
Are lies
Lie after lie
Do you even know you’re telling them?
Or do you mean what you say in the moment and later contemplate on your words and decide otherwise?
Do you care that you hurt me?
With every word cutting deeper into the tough skin I thought I had formed
But then you come with your charm and your knife
And you cut
And cut
I don’t even notice the bleeding, lost in your eyes
Until you’re gone
Then I notice
Literature
Love: a Poem
Love is the butterflies,
this internal rush.
Love is the shyness,
my pink facial flush.
Love is the buzz
that I hear with your name.
Love, as emotion,
by far is least tame.
Love knows no reason
I haven't a clue.
Love is what's drawing
my thoughts back to you.
Literature
Rhapsodic
I’ve lost my superpower –
of wordplay
It’s abandoned me and left me choking on vacant letters,
Stealing my brand of “wordsmith”
And
Labeling me simply as a lack-luster charlatan.
I’m vomiting synonyms
And
I’m tripping on definitions
In ways that I never have stumbled before.
This chasm –
This deep, empty, aching grave in my soul
Is screaming and pleading and gasping and trembling
To reconstitute this dried up talent
In the light of my ever-present denial of tragedy.
Once a zealot,
Always an addict;
You see, I yearn
to do nothing more than to load a syringe with ripe syllables,
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