Poetry
Wrong or Right?
Is it wrong to wear my dress above my knees? Or is it right to be bold? If the latter is right why is the
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Is it wrong to wear my dress above my knees? Or is it right to be bold? If the latter is right why is the
In my house there is a girl impersonating my sister. She speaks like my sister, breathes like my sister, her body is in the languid
Simplicity, That is what’s calling me Nature’s longevity Watching so stealthily. Simplicity, That is who calls to me. Minimal tendencies Saving serenity. Simplicity,
My heart was bleeding My soul was pleading to unleash the knots of my nerves to drain off the blood from my skin to let
We joke about who will die first but we both know it will likely be you. We hold hands while walking the dog, make her
Don’t try to introduce my skin to your skin, ‘cause such introduction doesn’t let the light to get in Don’t try to prove me as
Like a geek, a fancy of being blacklisted as they create the fluky of the flight as they target silos, higher heaven of eaves how
She walked down the hall with her head hung low, Her pace wasn’t fast, neither was it slow People whispered loudly as she walked by,
Maybe one day you’ll realise, How it was to see you leaving. In cloudy weather and shattered skies, I couldn’t feel myself wiping those damp
Your hero is my villain, It’s nothing personal; Wish you could see people can be Different things to other People— I didn’t mean to make
I have a lost lover, Who loved me with himself Now loves me with his illusionary presence I have a lost lover, Who stared at
They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a
We often hear statements from many around, that goes like ‘with love comes pain’ at other instance, ‘The one you love the most will be
Blood flowed around As she killed herself Ignoring the salty tears And painful gasps. Because, she was fed up of the Dehumanisation and isolation
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the
I always have a dream Flowing into my veins like a stream Throughout my life I wander about Having deep faith to reach it, no
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at