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Ishika Aug 2018
Like a mad tune you ring
Reverberating
Inside the turmoil of my head
Calming the fret
Strange notes you play
Like the petals of a rose
Falling on a flamenco guitar
On a lifeless day
Where words I mumble are in prose
In my world where silence is ******
And joy is unknown
I listen to
The queer notes that you plucked
Dark curtains are torn
Easing the tension
In my spirit
This music you create
Is all but silence
And sans it
The petals of the rose
I reckon
might sadly wilt.
Ishika Aug 2018
This is about you.

A composition
of your perfect
imperfection

It’s about
your ample nose
placed
on your
sculpted face
scaling a symmetry
only I understand
but its intricacy
only God knows

You, with your dark eyes
in its shining
and its gloom
narrate stories
only I hear
and listen to.

How I seek pleasure
to solve
your dissonance
because you accepted
my woe
making it your own

When you play
songs on your lute
it’s like stars shoot
and harmony soars
over the bay

When you hit
a minor chord
and smile
you erase a plight
and make beauty
by something so odd  


You don’t force
a smart pun
a thoughtful gift
a witty remark
you just say and do it
I suppose
in effortless effort


You don’t just talk
you exchange
mental delight
in bold intellect
and subtle pride
in considerate stealth

you love poetry
the way you admire
irony
connection
and symphony

How your eyes seek mine
in a multitude
and shamelessly
acknowledge its find
baffles my mind

you’re deaf
to the blaring thoughts
of staring strangers
at us
or rather
you with me

you’re an enigma
in a way
that makes your sobriety
my toxic
your drunken state
my vulnerability

You don’t have to be
a man
or an angel
if either existed
I would seek
for you to be
the former

you don’t need
to have
the charm
of a woman
or a magician
to allure me

it’s perfect
when we look
at each other’s face
there’s nothing that
seems or feels
out of place

i can smile at you
in ease
and affection
never running out of it
for days

Because you’re only
the figment
of my vast imaginings
and you are beautiful

You’re someone out there
I will always hope to tell
about
the pink of pigs
to the purple of laughter
to the red of sad blood
and come running to
when I’m covered in mud

You’re either romance
in furtive stance
of a fake acquaintance

Or a doting friendship
with a silent lip
of promising actions

Or maybe
you’re just my dream
wrapped in an uncertainty
of becoming my reality
I would cherish

As I grow
I will wonder
and ask the universe
or the other
where in the world
are you right now?

what would it take
for me to get you
or get to you
somehow?
Gaby ZA Jun 2018
2005
sunday
first day of spring
The world may start to come alive
Before in coffee shops viewed the world as gray
Now we hear the birds sing, wedding bells ring, queen bees that sting,
Wellspring
Shaking off winter chills and enter springtime blues
Here comes the sun
The hills with vivid colors and lovebugs and crazy daisies
Kids running crazy
Screaming, water guns
The weather becomes lazy
And starts looking hazy
she
is cold
we can feel
her winter breath
she chills our napes
with her gelid icy hand
we take to our warming hearths
to shelter from her frostiness
she has no charity nor any compassion
how baleful her season of bitterness
nim Nov 2017
wherever i go
i see your footsteps
marking the snow in my heart

a silent whisper, your voice
sends shivers down my body
while i'm losing everything in your wind

once you have taught me how not to love,
how can i
ever love
again?

so how can i fight if
i'm not whole?
so how to fight if

wherever i go
i see your footsteps
marking the snow in my heart
quietly telling me,
"You can never love again".
Alyalyna Oct 2017
15:16 13.10.2017
I'm a snow white from non-disney land
I come from a place which they call a dead end
I'd gone to a city where I lied in the sand
And though It looked quite pretty I looked indifferent

I made up my mind that I'd never find
Someone who deserves to be called the right guy
But when I come of age I strongly decide
A man only lives his life to fight

And I'd fought opinions of my mom and my dad
And If I didn't have a courage I'd probably now be dead
Cause I refused to live without something they wouldn't let
Thank God the've got such a democratic mind-set

And I've got a ticket, I believed it was one way
Though my parents hoped i would soon be back again
And here the journey starts and here's the track
The snowland and another places I went
And at last another dead end...

I ran a visious circle for sure
I took a lot of medicine to cure
Cause I felt i couldn't do without youth
That I've longed for so much pure and true
And eventially it made me sick and mad
But about this it's too early to be said

Well, eventually we met
Though we had used to chat long hours on the net
And no minute of our relationship felt bad
And I kinda got rid of being sad

And you took the photos of me by your FAD
And we went to different places hand in hand
I bet you never saw me anxious or upset
And you didn't show an anger or regret

Once I let you kiss me on a cheek
At that moment i can tell i felt unique
Though my knees became a little weak
With you I no more felt like if i was a freak

But i kept on taking pills
I guess more than I took meals
Like was driving with no wheels
Still you kept giving me chills

And we started dating
I'd been so much waiting
And you took me to your native town
And you showed me all around

But all the now and again i would start to shake
i was too shy and too afraid
I guess it was my mistake
The more the pills the more i take
To make me numb and fake
For all those people who wanted to make acquaintace
To whom I couldn't even pronounce a sentence
And once again i felt as if i was a freak
Strong by your side, without you weak
Crying my eyes out, holding my pillow
And waiting from work for my hero
Aaron LaLux Oct 2017
It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it,

face it,
the facts are basic,
some people can’t right their wrongs,
so instead of sobering up they get more wasted,

following new trends that all seem outdated,

tired,
but anxious,
wired,
but sedated,

what has happened to all out glory,
what’s become of all our greatness,
I guess we lost our identity in definitions,
and now the mirrors broken but we still have to face it,

It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
K Aug 2017
i am not a morning person but i marvel in its catharsis. be it getting up early or going home late, the eerie quiet of dawn creeps into your soul and under your skin sending chills down your spine, just enough to irk you to no end. the lack of noise from the hustle and bustle of city life calms my entire being and there is that elusive sense of safety but yet not entirely so. it’s as if breathing in the six a.m. air is as effective as my morning dose of coffee - energising and invigorating.



i am most definitely not a morning person, but i’d very much like to be.
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