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  • absynth 28w


    Trying to fit in
    Was never a walk in the park
    Because somewhere I knew who I was deep within
    But that made matters only worse.
    The icy saturn rings of my alien origins
    Always cordoned off all traces of warmth
    Even as the sun blazed down on my skin
    And seeped into my bones.

    A cosmic recipe I was turned into
    Inside a human body with clay for dough,
    I moved the way that the wind blew
    Till my breaths condensed onto a glass window.
    The thought of one day bidding adieu
    To this competitive cookery show
    Always clouded the the wonder of something new
    And the aroma of my kitchen garden arose from trampling the flowers that grew.

    Now forgiveness is said to be that fragrance
    That a violet sheds on a foot
    That has crushed it without repentance
    Under the soles of its boot.
    But I could never see the sense in the above sentence,
    Forgiveness! My foot!
    For this altruism is nothing more than acceptance
    Of one's own version of limited truth.

    All is governed by my perceptions in the end
    where the inner and outer worlds coalesce,
    I'm the center of my own circle with a soul patent
    That is just a forgery of my opinions and judgements.
    I can never see the angels descend
    But the falling stars have a conspicuous presence
    And to wear the holy halo on my head
    I first need to wipe the glistening sweat off my forehead.


  • alivendead 87w

    I lay down and watch the ceiling
    On a cold winter's night
    Thinking of the battles I faced,
    Only the ones I lost in a fight.

    Those memories still gives me chills
    Like the breeze from Arabic in June.
    Days roll out one by one
    Like I'm on my way to the moon.

    I lay down and the ceiling stares at me
    Of all the horror ahead
    I have the tools and unnew to my eyes
    But I'm sure by then I'll be pretty dead.

    Catastrophic as it may seem
    I live this reality; I'm the sole holder.
    The heavens whisper while the hell conspires,
    Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.


  • rowantree8 88w

    #Catastrophy #player1
    This work is not my own. But an old friend who replied to my poem "player 1"

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    Player 2

    Hey player 2, I don't mean to be bleak
    I'm broken still, and I don't want to be mean
    But when it comes to picking up the pieces,
    You still have a piece of me

    I haven't been myself, there isn't much to say
    When my friends ask if I'm okay,
    I put on a smile and a brave face
    But I'm getting tired of pretending I'm okay

    There hasn't been a night
    Since you said it was over
    That I've slept tight
    Or even been sober

    My sadness turned to anger
    But I can't be mad at you
    Maybe it'd be easier
    If I thought I hated you

    I know you don't love me
    The same way you used to,
    All the things I said
    I never meant to hurt you

    You can make mistakes
    And I'll pick you up when you fall
    I'll give you my spare lifes
    You can have them all

    You said you couldn't see the end
    But the game had just begun
    But you don't get to see the best parts
    If you never get past level one

    I'd do anything to have you back
    Use up all my potions and spells
    Because if it's for you
    I'd gladly go to war with hell

    Once we were a team
    And you were my player 2
    And there's nothing player 1 wouldn't give
    Just to play one more game with you.

  • voices_as_thoughts 113w


    So back to square one,
    Tell me what's the difference?
    Glasses i wear,
    But are you not blind enough not to see your calling.
    Travel wide and far, close and nearest,
    Solutions figured out,
    Yet all downed to square one,
    And you still forgetting,
    Square one hasn't downed down to anything.
    Sincerity-no betrayals..
    If you fail to plan, you have planned to fail,
    Oh save me that!
    Only temporals falls to for that effect.
    Not even business partners offered as merchandise,
    An attempt to disable the abnormal,
    Is simile to exposing the scum life of two young lovers-
    Destruction and Catastrophy,
    What then is Square One??

  • scribbles_of_anonymity 120w

    Relate this with any love story you know between two intellectual minds, it will just similar to this. Deep conversationists, crazy dreamers, lovers of words, love making through words, passionate souls; a couple most of them envy of. But none know how dangerous they both are to each other.

    #fellforeachother #twoofus #celestialbodies #fascination #catastrophy

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    The two of us
    fell for each other like,
    two celestial bodies
    colliding in space,
    fascinating to see
    but having
    catastrophic effects.


  • tushar2311 187w

    A child is born,
    Hoping to see a better, beautiful and bright world.
    Like all others,
    He begins his journey,
    Growing slowly day by day.
    Unaware of all the happenings around the globe.
    Searching for his Utopia,
    In her mother's lap,
    Between his father's arms.
    Soon he's able to speak,
    Uttering his first word 'Maa',
    Her mother overwhelmingly delighted, proud, excited.
    She wants to declare all over the world,
    That his son will shine more than the sun someday.
    After a few years,
    He started his educational journey.
    More or less a week,
    He brought his first medal to home.
    His mother bent to her knees,
    Gave his son a kiss and shed into tears.

    After 14 years,
    The boy came home again,
    History repeated itself.
    Her mother broke down again.
    But this time her tears didn't stop.
    As her son was lying on a strecher in front.
    She was breathing heavily, not willing to accept that she's awake.
    In contrast, he was still.
    She thought, "Half an hour ago, he left. He told me he would come back soon. Why does he breaks my trust always? Why?? "
    Doctors said it was a mere accident on road,
    They didn't realized the catastrophy, which did the mother.
    Her sorrow was far beyond any human's imagination.
    The pain she suffered bringing her on earth,
    Was an edge of a pin compared to that of loosing him.
    She was able to see the whole world,
    But only with her "Bleeding Eyes".

    #faceless_facade #mother's_sorrow #tears #child #catastrophy
    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @imaginedemon @vs2002 @dreamer_with_an_ink @shafia_khanam @lucinda

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  • fadedspeckofsunlight 233w

    Over thinking is catastrophic