I cannot talk to you right now.

I can’t part my lips and spill conversations out: the sentences grow barbs, my mouth doesn’t work, my tongue seizes up, and the words catch. I am choking on them and I can’t spit them out.

The only way I can speak to you is in code.

I have to tell you that I am growing moth wings, that the deep blue Atlantic is writhing under my ribs, that the butterflies in my stomach are trying to bite their way out and I am swallowing bottlesful of hornets to sting them quiet.

That I have stopped being a man and have started being a pillar of salt trying to learn how to rain dance.

That I am eating smoke.

I am trying to tell you something but I think the cipher is written on the marrow of my bones and I don’t want to know what you’ll need to do to crack me.

They say pen is mightier than sword,

But only if your words carry some weight,

Conquerer of future you are,

Imagination is your land,

After all what be the worth of a human

Coz science has already made obsolete

For most both their hands and their head..

War would bring catastrophe,

Inequality would bring revolution,

The difference from the past would be only one,

Hero would be the person who can win the next frontier

And that would be the one who could conquer people's imagination,

The only weapon which could accomplish this feat would be your pen,

So keep penning my fellow writers,

Future is preparing to brace itself,

To witness your unfolding legacies,

Alexander could easily be a neandaerthal,

But no one could ever question Aristotle's relevancy,

Beware of yourself,

You will be your worst critic,

As your writing gets better,

You would see more and more flaws in it,

Why can't I use fancy words to ornate,

Why my metaphors sound so cliche,

What would move my readers,

Do people judge me for grammatical mistakes,

Contemplating would enable your growth,

Frowning you would concoct for yourself,

An empty cage,

Cripple your creativity you will,

If temporary, it will be called writers block,

If permanent, your pen would bid adieu,

Coz that would be all she wrote,

Mistakes are like a solution,

Dipped in them, you can refine your ego,

Inspiration opens up the curtains of your sub-conscious,

Coz Ideas start invading your conscious mind,

You can write your legacy literally,

59. motions

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i'm losing myself in a blank page

fighting freedom in this gold cage

chained up my mind but it still screams

can't even find peace in my own dreams

cause time is water and i can't swim

this sea's deeper than it first seemed

than i first thought

when these cursed thoughts

first entered my head

just like melting lead

solidifying

falsifying

can i just

breathe.

please.

choking my way up the water

shrugging all that sand off my shoulders

let me find a way to let it flow

let me find a boat and let it float

here i am, here are these words

balancing at the top of my lungs

here are the facts, devoid of all perfection

i'm tired of polishing up their implications

here is my life, see i can't control the motions

of the universe sprawling all around.

there might be more to life than my

own twisted sight of safe and sound.

wrapped around one another —

fitting together like LEGO bricks

skin to skin, double helix:

we're a mattress stitch

I scribble with tears My love to confess I draw and paint over walls of regret, Take photographs of your steps, Dissect my compulsion To recreate every memory, our last kiss In a forbidden fairytale; But all the art in the world Isn’t enough to express Everything you meant to me And so I dedicate my life To piece together fragments, To paint a bigger picture, Write every word missing From the story I couldn’t give you, My unsent valentine.

Poison in our water

Poison in our air

Doesn’t anybody care

Look around

Look at the ground

What, we’re seeking

Can’t be found

Destruction everywhere

Beyond repair

Don’t just stand and stare

Turn a blind eye

One day, you’ll cry

Sigh, ask why, die

Without joy

Something money can’t buy