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  • onemayhem 29w

    I came back to questions lol
    this time the "you" isn't me XD

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    How to license murder?

    Make your hands bare
    Like the voids in your heart
    Pluck promises from each primrose
    Churn them in your palm
    With never seen callousness
    That paints them on a dermis
    With tinges of perfidious pink
    That are secretly in love with grey
    Feed them to baffled bones
    Let it traverse in each osteocyte
    Buy cyclones and make a tapestry
    Hang them on nostalgic walls
    For walls and you
    Are sinking seamed lovers
    Reeking of chaotic colours

    Whelve guns in every street
    Of a single close city
    You told you love
    But the guns are soft
    Of tangerine trust
    That you hushed in skyscrapers
    Of residing in these roads forever
    And let them fall hard
    An unplanned bungee jump
    With no harness but hardness
    Destroy the town with buried byes
    For destruction and you
    Slept together last night

    But the morning won't
    Kiss your fragile feet
    For you ran faraway
    In a different continent
    With broken address
    That no maps can trace
    But the city bleeds
    Not red but in longing
    You sit unaware
    For your ears are stuffed
    With familiar stars and eternal agony
    You aren't behind the bars
    For you've chained yourself
    In self made rods
    There is death unknown to you
    But the city lives
    Because the murder is licensed
    Unlike this poem
    That will be arrested soon
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    The cops have come
    Here it goes
    ©onemayhem

  • onemayhem 30w

    :/
    Thanks WN ��❤️

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    Unnamed Season

    I'm a tapestry
    of the wilted summer
    With charcoal edges
    On my beige dermis
    Longitudes and latitudes
    Join hands on my palms
    With hidden geography
    Whelved in horrendous history
    Of drowning countries
    And burning Islands
    With archaic libraries
    Of half burnt folios
    Scribbled with rusted heartbreaks
    In and out and Crisscross
    On each margin
    And foxing tinged helplessness
    With a plague of cries
    Rotting death certificates
    That are no truth
    But tell no lies

    For I'm wearing stockings
    Of meshed iron with silk stuffings
    They prick me
    But I can't screech
    For silk and silence
    Are eternal lovelorns
    Since the silk shone
    And the latter got named golden
    But I shot them two bullets
    My tongue is a thesaurus ever since
    Iron and broken ceramics
    Dipped me in their utensils

    I fell for irony
    But iron fell for me
    My bones refused
    And chose fragility
    Of softer elements
    I've heard calcium can
    Be cut with a knife
    Here I'm sharp for
    my own walls
    So I'm just cuts and wounds
    That make no sounds
    But when they shriek
    The countries that drowned
    Start to burn
    And islands drown in their own seas
    Lines on my palm intersect
    cut through my neck
    Suddenly I'm no summer shawl
    But a season no one has witnessed

    ©onemayhem

  • onemayhem 32w

    I have been crashing periwinkles on untrodden pavements since the lilacs in my sky merged with an utopian galaxy that the voids in me can't fathom. I carve letters out of half broken promises and cut them with the broken skyline. I've heard the winds telling me that we're still under the same sky so I tie them with the threads of the zephyr leaving loose knots filled with nostalgic almosts. They never reach you because perhaps your fingers are too broken to open those knots, you're such a distant thing that I've seen from close through a peephole and the gaps in them come running to me again deciphering as memories even after 131 days of your footsteps leaving my half opened doors.

    Crisp eulogies and reverse epiphanies stay on my lids as insatiable beliefs, I still draw us on brimmy sunsets hoping the sunrays someday will remind you of me, I know your stolen smiles pave back to cyclones and your bits have named themselves broken infinite times but I have been sighing chants of your name on each note my lips spell.

    There are questions rotting as failed bruises on my back asking me "how did my skin become the thesaurus for heartbreak?" I saw you burn and I was afraid of matchsticks so I drowned me down, I am waiting for pristine knocks on my rusted doors screeching of maybes, I've built homes in me with your name scribbled on each wall hoping at least I will stay as a half bent page in your old tales, I will right?

    P.S. - I'm running out of ways to hide this dictionary of hurt I borrowed from you, I want you to return and tell me there's still a page of smile left, come back, will you?

    ©onemayhem
    #kuchbhibakwaaskyupadhteho

    WN, dude you okay?
    a prose of mine got a repost lmao, thanks anyway

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    Mirakee bgs are bullshit

  • onemayhem 32w

    This is written from the POV of someone who lost a family member due to corona virus.

    Today morning, I heard my mother shouting because a neighbour of mine died because of it, her children too are in the hospital admitted for the same but they couldn't see her one last time.

    Take care of yourself and your family, this world is weird.
    Thank you �� @writersnetwork

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    Untouched ashes

    My sky today
    Is a pristine white
    Dripping on my dermis
    The fabric pricks me
    But your embrace
    Isn't there as
    my favourite shawl
    Because the wind
    Promoted himself
    to a thunderstorm
    And blew it away from me
    I ran and ran
    But I couldn't touch it
    They say it was dusty
    But I watched it sink
    I watched you sink
    Deeper in fluids
    On white sheets
    The window pane
    Deciphered my eyes
    As oceans of helplessness
    The doors wrote on my palm
    "The monster will eat you too"
    As it gulped you slowly and slowly
    You called my name
    But my feet were tied
    With the nonchalant rituals
    This religious monster held
    I've no nail cutters
    That can cut my long nails
    Growing of regrets
    "Maybe I could save you"
    My heart is bloated
    With a plethora of chits
    With you scribbled
    On each line
    "I couldn't see you one last time"
    Your ashes built dens
    Leaving no address
    And I'm now a vagabond
    With my earth shifting
    Because maybe this world
    Will be in ruins someday
    But I'm already a ruin
    Still searching for you in streets
    Where there are questions eating me
    I've no answers
    You took a fast train
    I couldn't pull the chain
    The wind erodes me
    People speak in hushed tones
    2 yards apart
    I feel no hands
    With bags of consolation
    Resting on my head
    I'm carrying your absence
    It feels so heavy
    That I feel buried
    This earth caresses me
    Unlike you couldn't
    I saw you departing
    Taking my clouds
    My stars of the caligo night
    My sky is a barren land now
    Carrying my cries
    I lay crestfallen for
    "I couldn't hug you one last time"
    "I couldn't hug you one last time"

    ©onemayhem

  • onemayhem 33w

    Scribbling rants
    Replacing chants

    WN, you sure ? ��
    Thanks lol

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    Silvery faucets gashing
    through my veins
    Hide my secrets
    of the dreary dawn
    They have seen me peeled
    Slice by slice
    Of the slits of my throat
    The tired thesaurus of my tongue
    Locks itself with itself
    But finally surrenders
    To the anxiety
    Pouring along the ridges
    Of my lips
    That land on the territory
    Of the pressured beast
    And drips slowly
    In the water hushing
    My coiled croons

    Weakened skin and clots
    That tear heads page by page
    And the book shuffles
    With light's speed
    Injections of insecurities
    Travel in a swift miles apart
    Swollen faces and white sheets
    I console and cry when the light dims

    My heartbreak burgeons
    Traversing through my clavicle
    To my neck
    Where tattoos of unsaid phrases
    Are stitch marks
    Landing my head
    I'm left although I'm right
    In all the countries
    Where streets of love
    Aren't stuffed with graffiti walls
    Of pricking promises
    And half said byes
    Perhaps I'm a void
    And they say voids are contagious
    So I'm left untouched with love
    For when I'm touched
    Voids scatter
    In the universe
    Engulfing whoever
    I found stars in

    ©onemayhem

  • onemayhem 33w

    #weekendc @writersbay Thank you for giving me @silverglitters Amru, this is for you ��❤️

    She flutters among
    The smiles of daisies
    Deciphering the saga
    Each petal bears
    Singing them canticles
    Of the drizzle's heartbreak
    She will carve cacophonies
    Into songs for the dawn
    Her nimble fingers
    Are painted in art
    Swiftly tickling
    the windchimes
    When the canvas touches
    Her heart, a splash of
    Colourful cocoons take birth
    Into a fauve flutura further
    Festooning her unchained verses
    Rain and the wind
    kiss her poems
    as she whispers her
    maligned mess to the night
    Her smile is a silver shine
    And her soul is a holy glitter
    But believe me, she's a golden art
    No colour can portray
    For how do you define
    the beauty of infinity in mere words?


    ©Onemayhem

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    How
    do
    you
    define
    the
    beauty
    of
    infinity
    in
    mere
    words?

  • onemayhem 34w

    Hahaha again a question where I won't answer and again a "you" which refers to me as always XD
    I seriously don't know how to end a poem because poems don't end and that's the sole reason I love poems. Sorry it's long ik (._.)
    @galvanizedthoughts �� �� ट ( Einstein IQ × 200 if you decipher this, hehe not really) #piyufav

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    How to untaste longing?

    You're chasing nights
    with never bought bags
    And riotous cuticles
    Where you're the law
    And the protestor too
    But those bags are swollen
    Residing below your red sea
    With ripped chits of unforgettable scars
    That came disguised in smiles

    You're deciphering the voids
    Among the stars, calling it a mirror
    For emptiness and you
    Are homologous since 126 days
    Mornings are after you
    The edges of your bed
    Bow down to your dreams
    That are paradoxical nightmares
    With silence as their screams
    And you're puking suns
    That burn you bit by bit
    For there are places
    Where your skies have to hide

    But the washbasin has a distaste
    for his name, so it stays on you
    Cause memories are digested deep
    But they churn your heart
    Making the blood feel out of place
    So he snatches spots where rings reside
    And you're out of handkerchiefs to hide
    So when a name etched on your home
    Questions the oceans ransacking the shore
    You blame the theft of the night
    And tell him the afternoon too was brutal
    For you utter
    "these are just rivers that
    forgot the way to the sea"
    And he leaves with the door half open

    The door creeks, you invite sighs
    But a knock on door, a hurricane
    Ambushes their arrival and you know
    You're trapped deep, when there are no bars
    But self-locked doors and half opened sills
    The wind slaps you into guilts
    You stare at screens, counting days
    Carving cacophonies of callousness
    Swiftly on your own skin

    You worship the impossible
    You work in extremes
    This time the ends have reversed
    You wait and wish and wish and wait
    For a form to return and scratch
    Forevers on your parched palms
    But your pen smells of sovereignty
    So he chooses regrets and asks time
    To unwrite his poems
    but poems are nonchalant
    They land on your fingertips
    And a thunderstorm brews
    Pages touch you and retouch
    Until your gaze runs amok
    For there's a question again
    Tasting of iron rich irony
    And your racks are full of plates

    So you taste it and taste it
    Until your tongue becomes it
    And then you utter
    "How to untaste longing"
    But how do you answer when
    The question is you, in you
    So you become a poem
    That'll infuriate this paper
    For poems don't end with a note
    They end
    Just
    Like
    This
    ©onemayhem

  • onemayhem 34w

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY VAISHNAVI DI ❤️ @ablaze_writer
    I still remember that it was you because of whom I'm still writing here today, you've been supporting me since my very start in 2020 and if it hadn't been your genuine support and motivation, I wouldn't be still here, you've always been kind and supportive like an elder sister and I'm so glad to have you as one for I've always wanted an elder sister, if someone would ask me what true hope looks like, I'll surely name you ❤️ thank you so much for existing. I wish you all the happy skies and serene sunflowers. I love you ��❤️.



    Just a stupid scribble for you, ik I suck at birthday wishes (._.)

    Thanks to Mirakill the poem in the bg is no longer visible

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  • onemayhem 35w

    Here 'you' refers to me, again.
    Don't expect answers from me, I too know only questions XD

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    How to unhurt yourself?

    You are resembling Niagara falls
    In your town of scorched streets
    You're smelling of contradictions
    For your fragrances are two faced
    sprinkling and spraying that you hurted
    But the diffusion reverses and lands
    On your chapped lips that spell hurt
    Or maybe your soul is a shedded skin
    Of this round globe curved and coiled
    For you're dressing yourself in guilts
    With frills of raging rexine regrets

    You want to buy callous ropes
    That tie hands, leaving your marks
    Perhaps cause then your islands
    Won't name themselves desolated
    Seventeen times in seventeen ways
    But you're fed of forlorn full plate
    And the reverse peristalsis isn't
    In your machinery of self blame
    You're rich enough to buy scars
    That prick none but eat your dermis
    But your headaches are bulging
    Thinking the thorns of stranger lands
    Are more spiny and are made of you

    The tables have turned in a swift
    But you are no carpenter to repair
    You still try to sit on broken chairs
    And use upside down drowned desk
    A side is an incomplete canvas, a void
    For the wood is rusted with agile stairs
    Climbing steps of your futile fingers
    Rust becomes blood and you're suddenly
    Red handed, called a sinner in a hush
    A sinner unaware with her own sins
    Crucified and tied you are now
    With nonchalance and accusations
    You braided your ropes, you curve them
    Hard around on your neck and hands
    But the ropes are memories and smiles
    That just hurt but don't let you die

    A gush of wind blows a bunch of leaves
    With unhurt scribbled on each midrib
    You gather them all and face the sky
    Screeching all your scribbles out
    And you question him this time
    "How to unhurt yourself?"
    But the sky is a dull white
    And you've been answered

    //The hurt can't be undone//

    ©onemayhem

  • onemayhem 35w

    Fairyyyyyyyyyyyyy ❤✨ @tamanna3
    Happy birthday! I know I'm so late but I love you hehe ��
    I was counting days for your birthday but see I couldn't wish you earliest, blame life.
    I'm so glad to have you and I mean it when I call you fairy because you've always brought sparkle in my life❤
    You're a blessing to have and I can't thank you enough for always being there
    You've my heart, you just do.
    Much love, you're the best hehe����✨
    I wrote this stupid scribble in 5 mins so pardon me(._.)

    Oh thanks deer Mirakill the poem in the bg is invisible. So kind of you. Love you ��

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    ©onemayhem