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  • xyl_ayvlis 8w

    A factual piece of strangeness for the challenge @luvnotes_challenge_host #cees_strange_chall

    It's kinda alien abduction, a darkside tale of a people with_, and for everything there's the first time and ever.


    Sleepless Night/s

    On the wall, shaped shadows of distance
    winged and stoned sculpts was longing
    to be touched and caressed,
    of fingers drifting in a draft;
    yet it's not pitchy dark, city was still
    in a hustle with a light wavering in a rush,
    here and there; for the eyes in the bed,
    it was only a wall with shadows
    of sculpt and a bars, light and dark,
    pass and pass with a rushing lights;
    a wind through window sounded dull and loud,
    chill and cold; heart, lost all, to this togetherness
    of nothing and everything; mind heard a
    pumping and beats, that said burn me
    this time, I won't raise, rather remain ash;
    in fraction, again,
    it's shadows and lights and the fingers in an air;
    as hands inside a clock turned,
    day settled to quite and calmness of night;
    believe it or not, waves of thoughts in a high,
    tragically no one there to hear, eyes still open,
    sleep left before a depth of times, but not for everyone;
    howled stray might relate a straying
    soul with star, to which it wished a lasting lot;
    on those moments of pulsating and strangeness
    of the first time, not thought of doomed
    for so many other nights; between the World slept
    as a beauty, then without peace, I walking
    towards a people rest in peace with a pieces
    of winged and stoned, shadows and light.
    ©xyl_ayvlis

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    Sleepless Night/s

    On the wall, shaped shadows of distance
    winged and stoned sculpts was longing
    to be touched and caressed,
    of fingers drifting in a draft;
    yet it's not pitchy dark, city was still
    in a hustle with a light wavering in a rush,
    here and there; for the eyes in the bed,
    it was only a wall with shadows
    of sculpt and a bars, light and dark,
    pass and pass with a rushing lights;
    a wind through window sounded dull and loud,
    chill and cold; heart, lost all, to this togetherness
    of nothing and everything; mind heard a
    pumping and beats, that said burn me
    this time, I won't raise, rather remain ash;
    in fraction, again,
    it's shadows and lights and the fingers in an air;
    as hands inside a clock turned,
    day settled to quite and calmness of night;
    believe it or not, waves of thoughts in a high,
    tragically no one there to hear, eyes still open,
    sleep left before a depth of times, but not for everyone;
    howled stray might relate a straying
    soul with star, to which it wished a lasting lot;
    on those moments of pulsating and strangeness
    of the first time, not thought of doomed
    for so many other nights; between the World slept
    as a beauty, then without peace, I walking
    towards a people rest in peace with a pieces
    of winged and stoned, shadows and light.
    ©xyl_ayvlis

  • xyl_ayvlis 11w

    *Saved*
    The intense red that was
    Oozed out of the veins;
    The first drip on the floor
    Its sound reverberating
    Still after ages;
    A wedding gown, stained
    Symbolise the relationship
    Of married couples,
    Which was so lovely_
    A click and clicks of the clock
    Capturing a moment
    As much as it can;
    A breath hovering around
    Ceiling lights before
    It became air;
    Eyes wish to wide awake_
    A metallic smell was so strong
    Similar to percussion;
    By the way, a universe
    Remained undisturbed and calm
    At a time between dead and life;
    A distance thunder,
    A far away steps
    Got closer with a hood,
    Might reimagine with a scythe;
    Metaphor me as
    Irreversible as a time;
    But_
    A lapse and lapse
    Over unconsciousness
    Hesitation then chaos
    Sirens and wails;
    At the end, I'm saved.
    ©xyl_ayvlis

    What's real?

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  • xyl_ayvlis 11w

    Things getting louder and louder
    Senses are in hyper-alert
    Everytime I looked back
    I found a vacant;

    I trapped in an age
    I don't know, what?
    Might remain in a same age
    Like a dead people do;

    Things getting thicker and thicker
    Memories contaminated the things,
    In front of me
    Future thinning and thinning;

    I have seen a things undone
    When a shreds of weaved still there
    In the middle of the sentence
    Missed a life not lived;
    ©xyl_ayvlis

  • xyl_ayvlis 11w

    Palindrome

    A torch touched a skin
    It's warmth shone on a dark;
    All over a scattered petals
    Soft and elegant from swirling
    Tongue _ fine from a mine
    Came along to a city, while
    Setting day unsetting in a soul
    With foul in the foot _
    Meanwhile everything is serene
    Before the screen burnt
    And a heart caught fire;
    A lost words after an era
    Of thinking, not even a memory
    Buried, instead left alone
    Into the ether_ no way to
    Unstuck from palindrome of fear,
    A beginning and ending, which
    Unending; is there any connectivity
    To start and end, unconsciously
    Aware, there's no bonding in this tie...
    ©xyl_ayvlis

  • xyl_ayvlis 11w

    If only I could put me in a words

    A blowing air as in a dead cold night get into a nostril and
    A second of solace drugged a lifetime, a wave, a smoke_

    Like a ghost, hopelessly rising moon on the other end
    Swirling dust on a lights of reflecting crescent mirror evoke_

    If only I could put me in a words, a certain times might not
    Passed, but uncertain could not stopped provoke_

    Perhaps a whirlpool would sneezed out of a stomach; a sand
    Stuck in an eye weathered beaten in a life which choke;

    If only I could put me in a words, a window, a cables and
    Dark would not a static replica of a butterfly stroke_

    A curls, strands of hair on a stealing stream twisted and
    Tighten a throat, broken a bones, torn away a cloak_

    If only I could put me in a words, it would just not a sound
    Of sigh and smirk; it would not be a wormed guitar strings stroke_

    Wriggled toes of fallen leaves; a stories of whatif last
    Forever in a haunted state of mind; a little years back

    A self of not much hurted, damaged, painted, pampered
    Of a pages_ unsettled by a thoughts of next, a fumes, a book;
    If only I could put me in a words, me and you_

    ©xyl_ayvlis

  • xyl_ayvlis 25w

    At night, I drawn a curtain apart and watched through windows,
    Seen a remained colors of blues,
    Indigo space, yellow patches of street lights
    Some pairs of lights in the eyes of stray dogs;
    A blanket I covered myself
    Not stopped me from shiver
    Deadly ceiling fan not interested in quit humming
    Ticking clock in the side wall
    Don’t have any harmony with my beating heart
    Under this chaos, my breathe suffocated
    Then the fantasies danced, it’s silhouettes grown big;
    Temporary people purpled my skin
    They poured a sin before they killed
    I can’t bear their leave, untamed for it
    I quit, silencing a mind, it’s recited a days pass
    So, I indulged in twisting a blanket
    And counting a threads, a day begun in the East
    I cuddled a pillow, and closed my eyes tight
    While all I wished was open my arms to sky
    And lay in the grass to feel a Fall in nerves
    But I turned off the alarm and stepped to mundane.
    ~xyl_ayvlis

  • xyl_ayvlis 25w

    The days was sold to uncovered man
    He was ashamed of himself in the light
    And longed for the night to cover him;

    He was wished a humming of trees
    Oh! and grass though! press under his feet,
    Weather to freeze his spine and break his bone;

    He had a string to measure a time that floated before
    And worn a coat of the dead woman he found
    He washed a metal that stank with blood;

    He walked on the road he was deceived with,
    Maybe the path he deserved lost all the way
    Wait! What might be the end?

    Mountains and valleys piled up as he go,
    He questioned the answers he got
    Poor, pathetic him! Silly him!

    He just not kind, that's his kind
    He haunted objects with a metal he washed
    With tears and fears;

    He was a kid, he was adorable
    He still a kid and he still adorable
    In the eyes of the pure souls, Yes he!
    ©xyl_ayvlis

    #poetry #darkpoetry
    #forgetme

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  • xyl_ayvlis 31w

    Just wondering we lives in a surreal world!!! How could we even surviving this ideal, while we are rational?
    ~

    Closing an eyes
    Living in blues
    Sleep walking while
    Butterfly wings causing a hurricane;

    Catching a breathe
    Slowing a pace
    Stepping into reality while
    Cat inside a box both alive and death at same time;

    Chasing a clock
    Occupying a space
    Lying in roof while
    Star dying light time away;
    ⒸXyl_ayvlis

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  • xyl_ayvlis 31w

    i'm
    a wavelength doesn't exist
    mere
    your side of perception
    conception of your brain spectrum
    A magenta
    ©Xyl_ayvlis

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  • xyl_ayvlis 31w

    I have been thinking why
    this World is so eternally sad,
    with all its plaid,
    persuading to mundane.
    What with these dragon flies,
    swaying a thoughts
    back to those highway butterflies.
    Dusts all way tumbling in a stairs
    while sweeping
    really that was weeping.
    In a skyline leaves of coconut tree
    intentionally swinging.
    Clothes hung up to dry
    far try to catch a passing cloud.
    A man walked passed me to meet a stranger
    whistled an effect of butterfly.
    May I a back story without a name.
    This world is so eternally sad.
    So do I.
    ~xyl_ayvlis

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