destruction
most days are numb
but there are those rare days where you feel everything.
and somehow those days are the ones that destroy you.
Sad poems
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beauty
being in pain is
beautiful,
but being beautiful and
in pain,
is a death sentence.
butterfly
she tore open her skin
every night
as if she were a beautiful
butterfly trying to free
itself from its suffocating
cocoon
tears mixing with her
pools of blood
she let out the demons
trapped under her
hollow skin
every night
but the demons never
left.
who am i
who is this girl?
with eyes so empty and lost
lips, so dry, begging to be licked.
she looks like she hasn't slept in days
her face holds no colour or emotion
and yet her eyes tell thousands of stories
her hair looks as if it hasn't been attended to or brushed
i've never seen her before, with her tear stained cheeks
where should hold a smile, shows a quivering lip.
poor girl doesn't even recognise herself
standing in the mirror
all alone.
our love
did you forget?
the dried roses
the envelope
the kiss
our kiss
our love
or
did it all simply
never mean
anything
to you
in the first place
how can i be happy
the moment i lost you
all of the remaining
happiness
was sucked out of me
the world went cold
because how could anyone
be happy
when your gone?
you saved me
you saved my life
the way your fingertips
brushed against my cheek
the way you held me
in your arms
you made me feel
but you left
and i haven't felt a thing
since
where did it all go wrong
as she laid in bed
staring up at her ceiling
lips chapped and
bloody
eyes swollen and puffy
limbs weak and limp by
her side
she wondered where it
all went wrong
because how could
someone do that to her?
what did she do to
deserve that feeling?
foolish girl
it's all ending
i stare through the cracks
of my heart
where is everyone
why did no one come to save me
my breath starts to become ridged
i laugh at myself
what was i thinking
foolish girl
* * *
Once upon a time there was a little girl
The little girl loved the world, and all that she could see
She was daddy’s little princess and mommy’s dream
However, she slowly changed as the years passed by
She grew up, she learned, she discovered the truth
She learned that the world she’d seen was not the world she sees
The world was different, the world was harsh
And she did not want to live within its boundaries
So she cast out away with a shout
“I’ll live in my own world, really,
So keep your reality away from me!”
But her parents began to worry
They watched her transform into something terrible
They watched her change, just like she watched the world
And suddenly, they didn’t love her anymore
"THE MOLDY HOPE"
Do you remember that we had sowed a plant in our garden
Come and see it has blessed with fruits
Some sour and some sweet
This is the outcome of it’s long years' Penance
Burning summers, ruthless monsoons, and freezing winters
That much it suffered
It was entitled to get the fruitage
But what about the plant I sowed
The plant of hope
I didn’t get the fruitage so far
Don’t have any clue
Till when it would have to burn
And how many nights it will be agonized
Don’t know when it will get the outcome of penance
May be never
May be I sowed the bushes of acacia
If You Walked with Me
We could see the sunshine
One thing to remember
Is that the day was better with you
We loved each other
There is my life
There is yours
I loved you when you left me anyway
Because the rain told me too
It spoke to you
It made you notice me
It made you kiss me
There is something in your mind
That hurts me
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