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  • ade___ 39w

    Against the Rains of Rome, Under the Drizzles of Time.

    Sirimiri.
    I love the sound of it.
    Like a lover I lost in the crowds of a bookstore
    And I found her again
    Years later in old Roman towns
    Dancing in the rain
    Drenched in petrichor
    Her bright pastel shades
    And that smile of hers
    Beckoning forth a new spring.

    I would imagine myself to walk up to her
    And wait. Watching as she finishes until she's exhausted.
    And I'd hold her hand and tell her
    How years, tears later, I found her.
    And she'd smile and we'd have conversations
    About sweet nothings.
    With significant things thrown in
    Like garnish.

    Like how I am a married man now.
    I don't get to dance in the rain anymore
    And I don't have time for it either.
    I can only ever walk under the sultry summer sun
    And set evermore weakened at the end of days.
    Or how she's started traveling nowadays
    Avoiding the summers and leaving places for deserts.
    She talks about all the countries she's been to
    And all the things she's reigned upon.
    Her love for European roofs and American idiots.

    She looked at my sad demeanor
    And touched my hair. Glazed her fingers through
    My parched forgotten skin.
    Like light drizzle. Like fine drizzle.
    Sirimiri.
    And I wished to die then.
    Because I would never be that happy again.
    And the surge of sorrow welled up in my eyes
    But I resisted the urge to cry.
    Lest I spoil her gentle composure.
    Lest my tears fall bold and heavy
    Against her soft lingering songs
    Of joy and sorrow.

    ©ade___

  • ade___ 40w

    Arvus

    I sleep on black bedsheets
    Because I don't ever want to change them.
    And they may smell like dust
    And stained yellow with dropped food
    And God it feels like I'm closer to the earth.

    I keep my windows shut and lights off
    Far and deep into the evening.
    Long after sunsets.
    I don't turn on the lights until I have to.
    Because this is my space- my void- my territory-
    And I like it dark and little cold.

    And I lay under all things white.
    In winters I'm under white blankets
    And when I'm crying I'm under a white bedsheet.
    White protects me.
    Like they do for the dead in all the religions.
    I want to be dead.
    And therefore I'm always resting under things all white.

    ©ade___

  • ade___ 40w

    And you'd kiss me
    On all the strangest places in my face.
    On my acnes and scars, my nose and my eyes.
    On the ear and down by the neck.
    All except my lips.

    You'd spare my lips
    To listen about how much I love you.
    And as I begged you to touch my lips
    You'd kiss me on the forehead.
    And I don't know why but
    That always makes me cry.
    And then you'd kiss my tears away
    For the rest of the night.

    ©ade___

  • ade___ 41w

    I'll title it ... Coz why not.

    Fwoosh!!!

    And when the foundations collapse
    Bridges shatter
    And all the wires snap.
    When the floodgates break
    And the tsunami's closing in on us
    When the ground rumbles
    And all the talk of office rooms and parliament houses
    Amount to mere nothings.
    When all the electric lines burn
    And all the mobile towers fall
    And you've got no one to turn to
    There will come the fairies and ghosts
    Spoken of in fairytales and fantasies
    And there will come some magical things
    You'll see those quiet kids in class outside
    Dancing and smiling
    Nonchalantly conniving
    Looking at empty things
    Hearing songs unheard of
    Mumbling away magic to magical beings.

    We're escapists.
    And when the magic comes,
    It'll come to us. It'll come through us.
    And we've been waiting a long time for this.

    - ade.

    Time for another poetry post * insert doomer face *
    Was kinda inspired by this picture from Pinterest

    Picture credit:
    トーコ Toko (on Twitter.)
    @fluffy2038

    (I'm sorry idk how to give credits yet but I'll get there. I wanted to credit them anyway so.)


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    f w o o s h ! ! !


    ©ade___

  • ade___ 42w

    A cold windless winter morning.
    I can hear the garden come to life-
    An ecosystem come to life at the wake
    Of the first morning light.
    And I can see all the leaves dreaming
    In dust-clad blankets.
    I can hear the birds and crickets chirp.
    I hear a leaf flutter or a branch move
    And yet I see no moving creature.
    As if they're all hidden by magical things
    I see a branch move from a bird's takeoff
    I see the afterthought of winds
    Teasing the leaves
    And yet I see no bird
    Or catch an insect in flight
    I feel no wind. Just the cold.

    And if it were all a dream
    I would perhaps be glad.
    But for now this longing loneliness lingers on
    For I want to be touched in all my senses
    And surrounded by all kinds of living things
    I wish the magic didn't leave me on my own
    If only we were a little kinder-
    Perhaps...

    ©ade___

  • ade___ 42w

    The Witch's Brew

    So I've been gazed by these wintry eyes
    And I've been touched by sultry summers
    Melting away into the meadows
    Mashed violently with this human crowd
    I can see my border lines disappear.
    I reach out my lonely arm up towards the sky
    And the sun sets into a maddening sky
    Of clouds like raging boiling bubbles.
    And while I couldn't count all these colours
    In my dreaming dying delirium,
    The oozing eviscerating vermillions
    And the reds and blues bleeding blending away
    Into violent violets.
    Or is it called purple?
    I can never tell.

    And the more it feels like
    Like an evil witch's brew
    In this cauldron of a world.
    A magic potion for life
    With deadly side effects.

    ©ade___

  • ade___ 43w

    that one braincell screaming for love.

    My fairy verses have left their nests
    My synapses lighter now- long to be weighed down
    Again.
    And for all my dense sense
    Neural network's now barren
    In mental tundra.
    My fairy verses have now abandoned this home
    The cold is too unbearable for the warmth of their light.
    And I have come to accept my poet is dying.
    Here's hoping for one last verse.

    Here's hoping for that long longed for lover
    The one to come running and save me
    From frowning, drowning.
    And come crowning to my king
    Oh my long lovely Queen.

    ©ade___

  • ade___ 43w

    Heh. This a banger.

    Also I just updated the app and I'm loving the new vibe except I miss the grid form of our own works. Would to be cool to have that as an option. But overall it looks much neat and bright and fresh. Anyway. Enjoy the piece. Do give your thoughts.

    Ooh ooh aah aah. (Yes we're all monkeys but when was that ever an insult. Insult is not accepting it tbh)

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    (Also I'm still using tags from my old days. Are there any new ones I should be aware of to reach out more? Halp.)

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    Rot.

    I'm surrounded by these white whore faces
    It keeps the masks tight- clean and strong
    Like translucent plastic.
    Of half truths and half ghosts
    Of lies, haunts and rumours.
    The business booming like festivities
    Everyday is a celebration they say.
    And their lips bright and lifelike
    Skin smoothed and nourished
    Without hairs sticking out like thorns
    Though, ironically enough,
    We're more akin to porcupines now
    Small kind creatures with a cowardly hostility.
    Unable to do the deed. Kill.
    But always to injure at a heartbeat.
    And when someone dares get close to love
    The spikes stab back until we blame our lovers.
    Enough about porcupines now.
    These faces that didn't bother me
    Suspiciously, superficially pretty
    Are indeed brittle and abhorrent.
    If only this system advertised the flaws
    Before the beauty
    We'd all have stood a healthy chance.
    But with things as they are now
    Soon enough, all we'll be listening to
    Are empty echoes of our once lost humanity

    We'll just be monkeys perhaps
    (Shrill metallic) Ooh ooh aah aah.
    Finger pointing, blaming, empty name calling,
    Mating, slapping, fucking and raping
    Beating and killing- "wild", "natural" and "ethical".
    (Shrill metallic) Ooh ooh aah aah.

    ©ade___

  • ade___ 43w

    Sentient

    A billion bullets firing away like neurons
    Or maybe the other way around, into space.
    Gatling away burning black into holes of light.
    The collisions are symphonic. Explosive.
    Unlike stars, there's blood here.
    And maybe we've all been a little mistaken
    It wasn't stardust in our bones but
    Condensed white gunpowder.
    Of the purest form- like cocaine.

    This phenomenon of touching and sparking
    Of heating up, exploding and destroying everything.
    Love. Mental health issues. Patterns.
    It goes by many names.
    What if it's just physics?
    Quantum laws of the universe playing hookie
    With an experimental creature.
    This sentence of suffering, sulking, somnolent sentience.
    No matter the angle- it does look like some foolish war
    Unlike stars, our destruction isn't pretty from a distance
    The blood stains across the galaxies
    All the things red- are bloodied by our violence.

    Our light delivers third degree burns before vision or hope.

    - ade.

  • ade___ 43w

    The storm passed me by
    The sky white as rotten snow
    Winds warmed up on me.

    ©ade___