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Don't Grieve For Me

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Far away was your
home. Do I give you to
moon from love to pyre.

I myself make me
cry in loneliness of strange
words. Nightshade stabs.

Nude picture of
nasty stings were ready to
slice you half and half.

The nebulae would
blind you to tract the alien's
footprint on your chest.

My thumbmark was
sufficient to give
order of beheading of black roses.

Pain Of Surrender

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How not to break, I ask.
Will you give me a hug
in absence?

It is very dark
night. After stealing me, when
will you drink the moon?

Each word becomes
a snake, writhing to devour
the bodyless truth.

The fall has come
again. I am walking on dry,
pink leaves to recall you.

One day me and you
will meet again after melting inside.
Life may find a surprise.

A Renaissance

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Infidelity knows
how to make fire. Shared
truth carries a tiny coffin.

Under the god's
tree I pray for you. Life will
not see the face of black moon.

The nudity of sun
hurts. The distance cannot
be reduced in blue pain.

Between why and
how lies the primordial
question. Where the truth lives?

Roll me over on
burning coals. The stones
were not able to break mirror.

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Repeating Pain

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Dear silent river
don't send me any
lisping message.

It was scary
to celebrate life immediately
after the death.

Candles throw
the shadows in ghettos, when
extended questions arise.

A massive fall
of faith. My heart was no
more a religion.

The drooping eyes
will start a ghost dance
in pitch darkness.

Deep Inside

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You know how
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.

Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.

You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.

Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.

Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.

Fuck it

Fuck it

fuck the dream

fuck this life

 

I'm out 

I don't want to feel this way anymore I would rather be Alone 

then feel nothing when I am with you

 

what happened 

I'm disconnected 

I'm lonely 

im lost

im overthinking 

no longer longing for you 

 

fuck it 

I don't care 

I'm going to worry about myself 

treat you the way you treat me 

I'm no longer sad 

I moved on 

What remains

I use to be able to stand myself 

I use to be happy 

I have never felt this insecurity 

I want it to leave 

 

you opened up this version of me 

I don't know how to get back the old me 

why did she have to leave 

 

why did you do the things I know 

why did your explanation not feel like an apology

why did I not get confirmation that these things would stop 

 

you say that if we're here in a month your gone 

what's the rush 

you created this girl 

she was not like this before 

 

you broke me 

scarred me 

I would have never thought those things you've done

it sounds like someone elses story

not mine 

 

but here I am day after day 

never feeling the same 

slowly desending into the abyss 

 

I'm not sure how to get out of this 

 

I wish you could help 

I wish your words would mean something to me 

your lies have proven I can't trust you 

I have to do this on my own 

 

i will crawl out of this despair 

Once I reach the surface

I need to figure out what remains here

When you ask if I’m ok

When you ask if I'm ok

do you really care

do you really want to know 

 

if you cared you would have a conversation 

you would show me affection 

you would provide stability

provide security 

 

when you ask 

I feel like it's out of habit 

do you really want to know 

or are just making small talk to appear that your invested 

When Truth Was Exhumed

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In valley of peace
lilies, I was searching
you in blue darkness.

O destiny the remains of
past want to step into the future
of dying mantras.

To dissect the
moment of truth. Why
were you so anxious?

It was a weird happening.
Cloud over cloud
the soul wants to depart.

No I don't want
to learn the art of
cheating at rising sun.