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  • soulo_scribbles 1w

    Vanilla venue

    An ambience.
    A mood.
    Like the players in practice session who play safe.
    A quietude corner in a buzzing sweaty space.
    Like a black umbrella that no one comes to claim.
    A forgetful phase in a grandiose crafting stage.
    Like the good side of the memory foam mattress
    A sunken place to switch when grief hits.
    Like paper curtains under glossy strings of beads.
    A foster family sharing unfinished hearty meal.

    In a lone realm that is set
    For connotations to play fetch.
    Smell of ink flow
    As fresh as thoughts.
    Warmth of secented candles blow
    Within charring browns of pale papyrus.

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  • soulo_scribbles 2w

    Flatteries from foes

    Smiles
    With Claps
    Twist and Curl
    Like confetti
    Traps.

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  • soulo_scribbles 2w

    Beauty marks

    Moon
    Shines with
    Her dents, where
    Pain and patience
    Hide.

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  • soulo_scribbles 2w

    Gratitude

    Remember, Remember
    Who wrung dry
    On curing clothesline
    Wet wrinkling body
    That laid for days
    in pool of tears

    Remember, Remember
    Who poured oil
    On troubled waters
    Electric wires
    Through fuzzy tunnels
    To ward off fear flies.

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  • soulo_scribbles 2w

    Rose tinted glass

    When will the touch of love reach your sleeping pillow of pain ?
    Cast a counter spell on dreamscape if you may.
    Sleep again and call a spade, a spade.

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  • soulo_scribbles 3w

    The orange shell in october

    Dig a hole, carve my skin
    Hang me early this saffron season
    Brew my trauma, bleed my blues
    Drain my soul from inside out
    I could be tin man
    From alice in wonderland
    I could be pinnochio
    Where no fairies sojourn.
    In this spooky season of playing dead
    With prosthetics & silicone of regrets
    I carry with me neglected baggages
    From flesh's printed purple patches.

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  • soulo_scribbles 3w

    Divorcee

    Through, I beelined
    Your love landmine.
    Beneath picturesque,
    Wounds still fresh,
    Finger reeking rust,
    Parting with paper cuts.

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  • soulo_scribbles 3w

    Ignorance is bliss

    Timeless saying.
    High time to pause,
    Fathom and question
    Their integrity.
    Their legitimacy.
    Their gravity.
    They lie and fleece
    They are and bring grief.
    Live in the moment
    Highly incompetent
    Flight over fight mode
    Staking morality on the go.
    Easy to persuade
    Easy to masquerade
    Empty vessels &
    The noises they made
    Nothing more than
    A clocking, walking
    Hand grenade.

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  • soulo_scribbles 3w

    Everyone has a tale to tell

    Stories you read
    Books on spree
    All of them behold
    Parts of you and me.
    Dreading nightmare
    Those set to snare
    Daring daydreams,
    Stars closer to reach
    Were adapted from
    Someone's phantom.

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  • soulo_scribbles 4w

    Gastropod

    In a world built for busy bees
    Nature in me sings mollusc by default.
    In an era stripping every layers of me
    Retracting under my ironclad cave,
    I hibernate, I regenerate.

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