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I immersed myself in a myriad of poems, delved into each book,
In pursuit of the words
that could encapsulate the ceaseless battles within my head.
and thus,
I examined every writing,
tried understanding every brain,
In quest of the precise words
that could describe my pain.
every poem i consumed
tore my skin to look,
if my blood can replace the inks,
and composeΒ a better book.
i burned every diary,
and turned every page,
But not even a word did I find,
To capture my rage.
And then I asked the mirror,
"How should I survive this fight?"
She said, "The loudest word will be heard
when you will choose to stay quiet.''
She inquired of me,
"How vast my love for her?"
You've asked a question
to which my pen will fail to reply.
For the moon is tired of listening
to your name in my lullaby.
My diary is all about you,
and my verses describe your grace.
In my heart, you dwell
in a manner I can't displace.
The withered roses between pages
are dim beside the beauty in you.
The garden's roses can't match
the fragrance of your perfume.
You are engraved in my soul
much more deeper than any knife.
If they speak of you over my grave,
you can bring me back to life.
My poetry bear your essence,
you are in every word I write.
My love for you is higher than words,
so I have decided to fall quite.
you caught me off guard.
when you held my hands
even after my vulnerability,
you kept me all above,
made me your priority.
when you tried making me smile
and accepted my imperfections.
when i was confined
you showed me affection.
when i had to cry,
you heard all my screams,
when i was in your reality
and you were in my dreams.
when you healed my scars
fixed something you didnt break,
you didnt count my flaws
and corrected my mistakes.
you gave me a shoulder,
when i was at my worst
held my hands
and wiped my tears when i burst.
when you told me you love me,
and that you will never leave.
when you appreciated my beauty,
and on me, you believed.
when you kept ego aside
and said we will fix,
when you apologised first
in all our conflicts.
you owned my heart
when loving it was hard,
yes, you gave me butterflies,
you caught me off guard.
"Crafting Poetry"
I thought of crafting poetry
in the stillness of the night,
with a pen and an empty paper,
wondering about topics to write.
but what should i write about?
the sun, the moon or stars?
about her enchanting smile,
or my wounds, marked with scars?
about the friendship that shattered
or the love that failed,
about the people who departed,
or the ship that never sailed.
about the ugliest truths
or scariest lies,
or about the stardust,
residing in her eyes.
my victories celebrated
or about my loss,
about her beauty admired,
or about my flaws.
about the kiss i never had,
or the delusions i create,
Should i curse my life,
or be grateful to my fate.
i thought of each beautiful word,
everything i could frame,
and in the name of poetry,
i ended up writing just her name.
KEEPING PROMISES
By Inos Corpse
I'm walking with a rose in my hand,
Didn't even notice the bleeding,
An urge to find a home,
Everything appears black and bleak.
Petals fall, feet exhausted;
Hope fades away slowly.
Even in your last email,
You denied loving me.
So why do I keep going back to those places,
That are long forgotten by both of us,
Why didn't I burn your letters that day?
Why do I still think you'll come back to me?
I passed by your grave today,
It reminded me of our vows,
They say only true love will last forever,
Maybe that's why we fell apart.
Slowly losing grip on the rose,
No petals left to fall anyway,
Finally, I'm going to meet the ocean,
My pain will gradually fade away.
People settle for a level of despair they can tolerate and call it happiness.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
i thought you would stay,
you shattered my illusion.
i assumed you would never betray,
what were your intensions?
my eyes are tired
of shedding the tears it preserved,
why did you leave me
with wounds that i didnt deserve?
our bond was disillusionment
i realised this when it shattered,
the love, care, forgiveness
to you did it ever matter?
we promised to paint our skies,
to hold each other in lows and highs,
you broke those promises in a blink of eye,
were all of them just lies?
my tears resemble the river,
which flows without a pause.
for i cherished your existence,
while you just counted my flaws?
with your words you stabbed me
my heart was wrenched,
when i asked you for an aid
you called it a 'revenge'
and then you are claiming,
my regret for this friendship is wrong,
when i just asked you,
what were your intentions all along?
"A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at his woman."
~Wallace Stevens
me sitting and doing nothing cause i
have too many things to do.
The ugliest thing u can do is bring up someone's past when they've changed
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
''the first flower a man gets are at his funeral''
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
a frightened girl,
whose innocence was used.
despite being helpless
she was assaulted and abused.
they turned her into monster,
she turns people in stones,
a girl who loved the crowd
was thrown all alone.
who is more scary, i ask
the monster or the reality
she was murdered for her ugliness,
and cursed for her beauty
despite how cursed she is,
would you dare to look in her eyes?
would you love her venom,
because those who does, dies
a writer, they call me
for i write poems and stories
i write about my downfalls,
my battles and glories.
i bleed on paper,
and the pen makes the scars,
the scars of the stabs
and those of the wars.
i write about my love,
imagining my lips as pen,
and his body as a page
i write poetries ten.
i write about my heartbreaks
and the heart that shattered
these aren't even words
but those pieces being scattered.
i write my wishes down
my hopes and my prayers,
i write the things i wanted to say
but i never dared.
i write about my tears,
which disappeared being vapours,
i write a lot more than you know,
but i burned those papers.
we aren't meant to be together,
even if i desired you the most,
i only wanted you
in return of the things i lost.
we aren't meant to be together,
even if i took your name in my prayer.
god saw me crying for you
and pretended to be unaware.
we aren't meant to be together,
but its hard for me to believe
that the people we need
are the people who leaves.
we aren't meant to be together,
it will take a while for me to accept.,
did you even deserve, the tears that i wept?
we aren't together
we can never be any soon.
but i still smile every night,
cuz even after the distance, we witness the same moon.
literally it becomes heavy to continue when u don't find anyone
at your side
that's when you start pretending and force Ur scars to hide.
In loving me, you hold a knife against my throat. In loving you, I tell you exactly where to cut.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
It all comes down to the last person you think of at night.
That's where your heart is.
The Sound of Silence
The sound of two people ignoring each other
The sound of no one being there for another
The sound of eerie nothingness engulfing the air
The sound of no one even bothering to care
The sound of wind blowing everything away
The sound of the pain you go through everyday
The sound of everything that is unknown
The sound of being completely alone
The sound of thinking quietly inside
The sound of being left behind
The sound of trying not to cry
The sound of wishing you could die
The sound of silence can't be heard
Just like the soft swift wings of a bird
The sound of silence can seem unreal
The sound of silence is something you feel
The sound of silence
Soft yet shrill
The sound of silence
I think Can kill
i want to spend my night with you,
not in a way they assume.
i wanna just lie next to you
so i start to smell like your perfume.
i wanna hold your hands
and trace the creases of your palm,
i want to hear your breath,
and make my heart calm.
i want to caress your face,
and run my fingers through your hair,
i want to witness your dazzling beauty,
each detail, i want to stare.
i want to capture your smile,
in your happiness, my heartbeat lies.
i want to tickle till you giggle,
your laugh is peaceful to my eyes.
i want to play all the songs,
which ever reminded me of you.
i want to listen all those
which reminded you of me too.
i will put my hands on your cheeks,
and admire the sparkle in your eyes.
i wanna see how i look in them,
and how i give you butterflies.
i wanna merge my heart with yours
by pulling you so near,
i want you to pull my cheeks
put my hair behind my ears
i want to sit next to you,
and count stars, my sun
i wanna recite all my poetries to you
and this is going to be the first one.
A lie could be kind to you if you wanted it to be, if you let it.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
'jo baate kabhi pili maine, wo yaade banke khaa gyi mujhe,
saase toh waise hi rok rakhi thi, phir jeete jee dafna gayi mujhe''
why people stay longer in my head than in my life ?
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
β’Two rules of relationship,
Rule - 1 Your girlfriend is always right
Rule - 2 If u think she is wrong slap ur self and remember
Rule - 1. π― πβ€οΈ
you and i are like December and January, a moment away yet a lifetime apart.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
''tere khato ko apne bistar ke saath rakh deta hu
panno par aakho ki barsaat rakh deta hu,
jab koi puchta hai tum chorke kaha gayi ho,
mai muskura ke apne dil pe haath rakh deta hu''
All these hidden bruises
and their unheard screams,
made my tears fall
shattered my dreams.
With these million cuts
beneath my sleeves
i try to smile through
my constant grieves.
Biting my own lips,
until it bleeds,
with all my silent cries
to god, i plead.
Shivering in the corner,
terrified all alone,
how do i go any further,
with my cracked bones?
hating myself
for pushing people away,
pushing away myself
for hating others that way.
confused and numb,
scratched my skin apart,
how to end this life,
which i unwillingly had to start?
Strange sensations I experience,
desiring to express all that pains,
with some words, as a dying oneβ
oblivious to linguistic errors.
It's snowing miserably on the attics,
the dirty basements are overflowing.
I still write along those slow days,
watching dusty birds with blood on their wings.
Strange sensations of beginning
to say one thing and immediately
thinking of something else.
This heart is as absurd as wrapping
oneself in a blanket amid the rain;
the chest arches like blooming roses,
and I fade away, feeling like ashes.
The little houses that no one sees,
wooden, damp, sinking like ships;
the door is surrounded by creatures,
and the lamppost weeps its last light.
All words seem too small and weary,
to bear the weight of the meanings
that I sing and place within them.
Strange sensation of yearning
to write these words in vain,
knowing they'll never be read again.
Sometimes you still have to try,
despite knowing it's futile.