overdemolishedunderachiever

[overdemolishedunderachiever]

Lost

I’m lost in the crowd,

Lost in my world and I’m not the only one

I’m alone on my own and I don’t know

What will be the crown

Or will I ever be lost and found, safe and sound?

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the midnight highway builds no comfort for the wayward passenger,

he switches stations again and again,

agitating the driver who goes through cigarettes like a time lapse reviving smoke

races past the hitch hiking stranger that searches for the northern star and

trips over the lowly branch of faith,

another breath of life sends tingles down his neck

less prey to the elements,

more to himself.

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the voices in your head whisper

who’s knocking on the outside

your arteries claim violent crimes

you don’t remember perpetrating

a premeditated murder that your mind’s contemplated

never enquired of the heart’s hand

tragedy calls on the

tale of two hearts,

both in prison

one at heart,

another at home.

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hail

the rain outside provokes,

the deafening silence to roar

one hand on the glass window

incites a steamy connection

on the other side

my words still come out as frosty breath,

that fogs up the side glass

this is a prison of another time,

for another number that

my fingers have been trained on

for the last 2 years

my forehead rests on the telephone,

loose change in hand,

anticipation resounding in my right ear.

i can’t recognize my mirror face,

curved spine towards your voice,

my heart chooses to call you

from a phone booth

in the rain.

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Smoking you

I measure the weight

Of my misery against silence

Your soul sketches every photograph

I take and

The wet wild whisper of the wind against my ear

Leave(s) your aftertaste

My camera’s supposed to flash and forget,

I have a mirror face that swears

I’ve been smoking a lot these days,

Wondering if I’m breathing you in

Or smoking you out.

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I don’t think I need to know

The chapter of you hurts like a scratch on my favourite record. My heart still drives a hundred miles an hour, just to make sure you’re blanketed enough to ward off the monsters. I have to remind it I don’t need to go anymore. There’s a night I don’t belong to.

You were never the queen of closure, only of the oceans. Will you break this wave of desolation on my coastline? My darkness has arms you’re still trying to escape, spirit cold from lingering kisses. The water in the wind hurts no one but me. You splash hollow on my chest, too close for comfort but lonely‘s a place to be and I don’t want to leave you there. My heart’s spaced out like the little pool, drying up from the edge.

A Question that was ages old -

do all the good things come and go?

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Kiss me wanting, kiss me more, kiss away my fears like your mother has wished away your nightmares before. Kiss me the first kiss that did me wrong, kiss me wavy like the way you danced to your mad girl love song. Kiss me quite into dreams, kiss my scars like the lightning stitches the cloudy seams. Kiss my insecurities apart like the Berlin Wall that’s fails of seeing newer starts. Once you’ve kissed me, you’ve kissed me quite insane.

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Way I loved you

My silence found comfort in your ribs,

Mess of chaos between your shoulder and vertebrae,

I’ve been counting on my fingers, one a day since the day you left

My legs didn’t understand rest.

Bruises of love spanned the length of my neck and your thighs,

On nights that we were stitched together with slamming doors and muffled cries,

Forgotten the tales we’d tell under the widespread skies

I undid my mysteries unto you,

Disregarded what it meant to be the color blue,

Your lies found flowers in my mind that your truth never could.

Every universe I create finds its way back to you,

Unbeknownst that you’re the one it’s curated to be without,

Our words were one language that I didn’t yet know how to speak,

Yet I still wrote you poems in the sky

So that every time your throat’s to the sky,

You can find out that I made our love bleed through the clouds

I loved you so

Frustrating as an unposted letter, desperate as my tainted addictions;

You flung me over board but I kept coming back,

Like the ocean that refuses to stop kissing the shore every time it’s sent back

Like the word and world of crown beset best on my head

Like nobody could’ve been in my stead

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Dear god,

life is hell, I figured saving is for you; let all my rivers make it to the sea, when my thoughts are prayers and my soul is on its knees and when people ask me what god i believe in, let the temple of mirrors around me be seen.

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The violet vanish runs down the stairs of lustful rivers, cesspool of blood and desire. Rookie chess games played, where neither of us know where we stand on the board, left no bedroom unexplored,

In my darkest moments, passion shows it’s face and looks like you. I have a funny way of turning bodies into coffins, the lousy mortician I am that never runs out of embalming souls with tranquility of the acutest kind, the color of life follows the darkest shadows, threatened by morning light, the hellfire that leaps out of my mouth, caustic enough to burn your village of faith, the dream of paradise plagued me level. Moonlight is so luminous, it becomes and defies darkness.

Life half opened it’s lips and spoke your name, the wind is seldom able to decipher your name

Adhura hai yaar

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I love you like the southern lover loves lilies,


Like the juvenile moth loves the icy flame.

Like the atheist reconciled with his estranged god.

Like the sneaky robber loves an unwarranted heist.



I love you like the autumn leaves love the cold ground.
My love is persistent like that, like the hard rain disturbs your stained glass window, no matter how badly you want it to go away. Or to stay, you choose.

We count our wine laughs over the hilarious 1940s comedy that’s aged so well - we have love younger than that. Your finger’s language tastes like smoke and my future. The rim of my misery glass is salted by your tears. When you’re writing to me, I’m sending you stamps and love - your tongue to put it under.



I adore you. Fully, truly, embarrassingly. Embarrassingly.

As the timid singer loves his bathroom voice.


So stupidly in love, I wait for you to come home to add sprinkles to my chocolate icecream. 
“Is it enough?” 
Never is.

[overdemolishedunderachiever]

She was all rose and honey.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via theperfumemaker)

she is always like that

(via nieskalanie)

She was, she was

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chances of blue

The singer’s silence stares at the blue sunsets, waves of emotion slapping across the distant rocks of faith. Distinguished tones of l’azure present themselves in ice and flame, fire and water. Peculiar principle of desire and solitude, merged with dimensional secrets of snow tinted mountain tops, the bluish off white of milk, glint of glass that makes no noise; secret well kept. The languorous self wonder of bluets that bloom in the light of snow, suffused impeccably with the pinkest hue that picks on flowers in spring. The blue haired girl extricates herself helplessly from her ex lover. Written in watercolor, incongruous towards the summer sun, receding ridges that line the oceans in a blue haze; texture of innocence embodying in a name. Romantic ode to the glass that fails of comprehending the sunrise, pitch of loneliness parts with the tales of sorrow. Cinders of fire slash through the woodwork of solemn nights, composing the tones of afterglow, sketching the north sky placid. Name your sleep, the water will love you furious versions of blue. Limitless air enchants the zephyr aftermath of the storm. The evening sky smiles at the infinite ocean - the dreamers have got to go home.

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crimson splayed fingertips

I was 14 when I watched my best friend's boyfriend release the halo of smoke from his upper lips, you know try hard as I might, it's 4 years down and I can not make dying look beautiful, still. Humans hold onto the leash of life so desperately and I wanted to perfume myself in the wake of death, today I tremble with the weight of melancholy in my bones and my face just screams extraordinarily lonely. You know we have different reasons for forgetting how to breathe and I've always made promises to the ocean to never drown, the air that I'll never come flying down. I've always wanted my life to be this music I never stop dancing to forever, I promise my always symphony will be my own heartbeat and the heaviness of my heart will never ever cloud the blue sky with any kind of red blood and the highest I'm going to be is when I'm running for home, when I'm aiming for the sun, when the loudest clap in the room won't be the thunder of my faith. the cold arctic air will plant kisses on my cheeks and the sky won't ever ever be short of things I want. the human heart beats over a hundred times per minute and if you think that's a lot, you've never witnessed the crimes against myself that can't be forgot.

 i know I couldn't really get you anything this christmas, but i hope you know that your name is the favorite song that i keep singing under my breath and if i survive another trip round the sun, i hope you know that most my flowers grow in the frozen snow and one of the reasons that my kite makes it to the sky is because you're the kite string, that burns my timid fingertips. my heart is a pressed flower and i promise that you can trust this one verse that i'll wonder about how that corner of the world is treating you and you need to know that my own sky is stocked with stars, full of thoughts of you.

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Fade into view

 Tonight, I’ve blown a fuse,

The tequila reminded me how my choice was you,

How your fingers vexed me in the darkest of nights,

And in the morning, I’d be starving till you did the eggs right.

 I can still feel the faintest blush creep up my cheeks everytime you kissed me,

Or caressed me for that matter,

How distinctive you made your tea?

And how you’d always play Mad Hatter?

 My thoughts still echo your name,

Up until I see you again,

Then my mind is drenched in silence,

Dear lord, how could I ever forget your violence?

 When you  terrorized my world and let yourself in through that foot in the door,

Promised me you were mine and I’d always be yours,

You said that dust was the only way to separate lovers,

And then just cut our love with a meat cleaver

 There’s photos of you on the kitchen wall,

On right by my side, close to the bathroom stall.

I can still smell the faint whiff of white wine,

When you kissed me, fingers intertwined.

 My lips still taste of smoke even though I’d never had a smoke,

Your clothes fit mine like my dreams did yours,

I broke my heart in the process,

And you’d salvaged yourself by recess.

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Mom, my narcissism is showing

I’m the heartbeat flutter right when a puppy is yapping at your feet,

I’m your twisting, turning sleep deprived white bedsheet.

I’m the closest thing to the winter sun you’ve got,

I’m the devastating, mind searing gunshot you sought.

 I’m the coldest, darkest December night,

I’m the monster under your bed, recording your fright.

I’m the passion that burned your soul,

I’m the one that would never leave you whole.

 I’m the last shadow on a masterpiece in a museum,

I’m the Louvre in a mausoleum.

I’m the one, who forgot to wear the bones in her arm,

I’m the one who’s afflicted with such charm, never even seen a farm.

 I’m the gaping wind at the nape of your neck,

I’m the one trying to save you from this life that’s a shipwreck.

I’m the one breathing out of corrupted lungs,

I’m the one who’s dining on drugs and is so high strung,

I’m the disadvantaged privilege whose load you have to brunt.

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Deck of Cards

I pray to god that he’s pulling at the corner of your mouth

And the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight

My breath still winds out your name

Corrupted lungs are barely breathing out life

Isn’t youth ever so uncouth?

Rash and reckless like the roads we drove through that one Sept night

Alleyways that are stained with our moans and graffiti expressing our pseudo intellect

When you said you could never fall in love, wish I’d have known you were correct

This one time, when I suspected you of adoring another, before you stepped on that flight

Apparently I had loose morals because my kisses reached lower than your jeans,

I pressed my lips against the sculpture,  that was my first kiss

My cards were on the table and yours were all kings and queens

 There came a time when my insecurities clouded your vision

Villifying you was my only mission

You went to sleep and I had to let myself in,

Like I did before, when you broke off all my damn guitar strings

 I remember writing you a love ballad but it was no good,

You could gobble down my words like it was the mess food

But it got ground shattering cheers in front of a crowd

Whenever I got home, I realized I’d never heard silence quite this loud.

 Somebody else found a fire escape in your burning body

While I was laying still and shivering in the bath tub,

So much love down the drain

You asked me to kiss you in the pouring rain,

Let me cry until they can take away this heart wrenching pain

 Our first concert was Death Cab and you complained about how

They can’t hold a candle to Norah Jones,

Their rendition of Lack of Color exhilarated you,

While I was miserable in grey and calling myself a fool

 To want you was a prison call

In the depth of my own misfortune

I knew it possible that you could drown in six feet tall

Our love was supposed to be in your tune

What’s the use of this songwriter?

Who misused the typewriter

Because love letters are out of fashion

Sugar, what about never ending passion?

I tried to preserve the sanctity of us,

Lord now I know beauty is supposed to be treacherous

When you gave into gossip and words of mine ended up on blogs,

I think it must’ve been a year when I last slept like a log.

 You remember expressing utter distaste,

My sketchbook filled with nudes was such a waste

I failed to see the writing on the wall,

The universe just threw me another curve ball

 I told my mom that she loves like the war is finally over

And her coat just smells like home,

She asked me when did I plan on popping the question,

Unaware of our consistent expression of depression, frustration.

 Most of my thoughts still echo your name,

Didn’t you want me to prove it to you?

I confess to having lost the game,

Tomorrow looks too good to be true.