And I made them flowers
Drew them up in my notes app
And sent them a bunch
For those withering petals
Won't simply stay as long
As I want them to be
Near them, near me.
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And I made them flowers
Drew them up in my notes app
And sent them a bunch
For those withering petals
Won't simply stay as long
As I want them to be
Near them, near me.
©️ ilakiyaaa

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and I'm so happy january is back home again.
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Georgette
Cotton and lace
Sewn in with flowers
From paradise
And illicit escapades
Into a wedding dress
In white and blue shade
Something old
I am told
It was one in which
Grandma tried to run away
Feminine rage
Feminine gaze
Feminine sight
Feminine might
On the aisle
As the bride
Walks in wearing it.
A symbol so old
Of constricted time
And wild thoughts
In the train's fold
That
Grandma asked
Almost reliving her days
"Now is the time darling, do you want to escape?"
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The madness in the written word
Deems to me as being unfathomable
For however much I write
And scribble
The ink has always words left to say
And more insanity to convey
To the reader, to the writer
To his eyes, to mine.
I find myself to be writing
To halt seconds and minutes of time
Till I have a treasure chest of saved moments
Which I shall relive again and again
In despair, in madness, in slaughter
In murder, in glory, in happiness.
My words are too shallow and crude
To convey how I much I yearn to say
Sagas and sagas of folklore and tales
Left untold, catching dust and falling pale.
I wish I wrote with the madness
Which ran inside these veins
For then, these stories wouldn't have been just mine to own
For then, this piece of insanity wouldn't have just my name.
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In some era
I hope you and I abound
At the same time
In abundance, in yearning
In satisfaction and in love
In some era
I hope we are a match
Which resembles the heavens above.
In some era
I hope I learn
To shed my fears and overcome my tears
And you learn that there is no shame
In feeling aflame
For someone who no one has ever desired.
Sometimes time transpires
The unlikeliest of events
And so in the Halley's Comet of hope
I yearn for an era
In which you and I drink
Vials of love,
Even if it were a poisonous dose,
For I am willing to cease my breaths
For I know
That in some era
I will be so in love
That for him, I'll be bold enough
To embrace death.
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I can spend eternities
Just looking into your eyes
Watching the riveting show they put up
Which sparkles in blue and green
And sometimes under the sun
The play turns ultramarine
And I fall in love
Over and over again.
Sometimes they exhibit shades of brown
A masterpiece drawn and painted
By an amalgamation of the greatest artists and poets
And hung there to become a hue
Of your irises.
I stand there utterly speechless
Dumbfounded, awestruck and inspired
As I think how the days during which I only admired
Your coruscant beauty from afar are over
And now I see,
The most beautiful painted articulation of me
In your eyes
Two incandescent drawings, for eternity.
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Peeling the orange
Delicately with her fingers
Perched atop a stool
Hands on the kitchenette
She has little smudges of flavour
On her fingertips
Tangerine in its vivid tints
Slowly licks her fingers leaving moist imprints
Tasting the hue of the sun on her tongue
Remembering the touch of someone
Who would once
Put de-seeded pieces in her mouth
Contrasts it with how
The seeds of the oranges she eats now
Have to be spat out.
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Right here
I find myself
In the arms of the morning
Kissing the sun
As the dew slowly drips
Down my lips
I etch myself to life
I etch myself to my breaths
And I find myself smile
After a million days.
The green seems greener
The cardinals have turned to clover
And now I wish like earlier
On dreams and on dandelions
I feel finite yet infinite
I feel unsolved yet resolved
And for once
My mouth curls up just right
My face flushed
My eyes shining
After quite some while
Today, I look alive.
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The subtle art of staying still -
To look across the room
And just absorb the movement
But not embody it
To see tears and fears
In brief moments of silence
And read everything about the person
In a single verse
Reflected through the poetry
Composed by the face.
I have learned the art
From its artists -
The water that trickles unknowingly
Down my feet, the wind which goes
Unnoticed.
I observe everything
Every inch of stretch line on the forehead
Every wrinkle near the lips
Every smile which lingers on the cheeks
The creases of which I can still see
I see everything,
Yet I see nothing of me.
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May rosemary grow
In the saddest parts of you
And petunias in places
Which you have scarred
A garden on your wrist
A meadow on your back
And your heart covered with
Coruscant flowers -
Till all of you is spring
And perfume wafts from your skin
Into the dull autumn air
To make it fragrant.
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Cigarettes seem to know
The ecstasy of being burnt
And then smoking for someone
Who lit all of you in flames
All by a small click of a lighter
And then slowly devours you
Till nothing is left
Flicks you right away after
Into some street garbage
Till you are not found anywhere, anymore
And all that is left of you
Is the little smoke
Which lingers on in the air
Every single day.
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The poetess questioned her work
"What monstrosity are you, my darling?"
The words came alive and replied
"A demon fit for all your yearnings".
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