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The Stars.

Armed with tenebrosity,

Eyes squeezed tightly shut from lustre.

Maybe ignorance of the constellations 

is bliss in its own rite. 

~

But one day, he came into light.

Held her wrists,

pushed her into a nose-dive flight,

spiralling through a haze,

the moon and stars set her heart ablaze. 

This luminescent reverie,

darkness was now a past memory.

~

Free-falling,

through a smothering galaxy.

A wing-snipped raven,

reached out for his hand.

Little did she know,

his feet never left the ground,

his arms were never around,

he was gone faster than she could whisper a sound.

A wing-snipped raven,

she squinted for the flicker.

Little did she know,

the stygian river burned,

the midnight sky desolate,

and her stars already stopped shining today.

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I hope she is breathing now

I have been holding my breath.

Since the last time my heart was pressed

Against yours. 

I have been holding my breath

Waiting.

For you to lead me up the stairway

of a happily ever after

I have been holding my breath 

but 

You took her hand 

Made her yours

I have been holding my breath

but I am now the missing sock under your couch.

The yesterday,

no one seems to care about

I have been holding my breath

But at least,

i hope,

maybe. 

(If not, then she isn’t worthy.)

She also feels this way about you

I hope

she is finally breathing now.

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2015

The clock begins it's 731st tick Bleached parchment unfolds Minutes fraudulent at what we have left My heart skips along with each tick, Hoping to catch up with your scurry Perplexity creases on your forehead Desperation traces my lips Clenching down on the creased blue blouse Let's make this last

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Crumble

Brick-by-brick, I built a fort around my already pulverized heart, Hoping to enclose the most Diminutive piece of it left. Brick-by-brick You tear the walls of my emotions down, ruthlessly yet gently. That I didn't know it broke some bones, killed some soul, tore some nerves I was using to keep myself sane. Brick-by-brick I prayed for renewal, Recovery and to rebuilt the gates around what was left of me. Brick-by-brick You ripped open, the old but hastily stitched wounds. You carved deeper the scars that ran along the narrow pulse that held me together. You brought me back to despair Brick-by-brick. Could you leave me to crumble Leave, please?

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Dictionary-63072000

1 year

 of reading between the (smile) lines on your face,

hoping to find the words of love:

Love 

noun [luhv], 

       Synonyms:

tenderness, fondness, predilection, passion, adoration, friendliness

  "Dang it, which one is it."

  4 seasons-

your breath on my face,

like the wafting steam of hot coco melting away the marshmallows.

You melt me, even when snowflakes trail from my eyes.

Melt 

verb [melt],

       Definition:

      to become liquid; dissolve

" I am still solid, right?"

  2 semesters,

I remained watchful during math.

scrutinising the alorgarithm of Me+You=?

Lorgarithm

noun [law-guh-rith-uhm, -rith-, log-uh-],

         Origin:

         Mathematics.

"Math was never my thing anyway."

  12 months:

Hoping, knowing,

that next month was going to be circled on our calendars.

Would be the month 

that traced away the outlines of us.

This month would be different.

Different 

adjective [dif-er-uhnt, dif-ruhnt]

           1.out of the ordinary; unusual

          2.partly or completely unlike

"Are we too different?"

  52 weeks

New episode of "Don't Trust the B---- in Apartment 23",

More like "Don't Trust the B--- in your heart"

B---

Babe, Baby, Beautiful, Boy

Boy

noun [boi],

         interjection (Also, oh, boy.):

an exclamation of wonder, approval, etc., or of displeasure or contempt.

  "Boys are weird. Do you think they smell weird?"

  365 days

(may)day.

Your words cut me hard,

that blood circled my wrists.

Like those jingly adorable bangles.

Am i adorable now?

You laugh.

Laugh verb  [laf, lahf],

         Idioms:

laugh out of court

  "Laughter is the best medicine, i hope?"

  8760 hours,

i played on repeat

the lost love songs of disconsolate broken people

called "singers".

Every one seemed to wag the finger of accusation,

At us.

Is this our song?

Song

noun [sawng, song],

         Also used :

Swan song

"Nothing,I was just thinking.How we don't have a song"

  525,600 minutes

tapping my foot along with the ticking of the clock,

refreshing whatsapp to the time signature of 

4th movement in D# minor, incalzando.

Last Seen: 15:60

Seen

verb [seen],

           Related forms:

          past participle of seen

"Maybe he's just busy. Yes. It must be."

  31,536,000 seconds

And still,

my heart flutters just twice.

Twice, each second.

63072000

times [six-three-seven-two-zero-zero-zero],

          Definition:

I love you

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Me

Look this way,

past the boulders that hinders 

your trespass into the silky drapes.

Lost collarbones.

Look this way,

sing me profanities

with perfect harmony.

Lost collarbones.

Look this way,

through the hilltop of imperfections

that thread into my deepest cord.

Lost collarbones.

Look this way,

where 

i lost my collarbones.

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Don't be my valentine

Boxed up Ferrero rocher,

stalk of crimson rose.

Arrows staked into my 

hastened heart.

Is this all that my love,

is worth?

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Murderer

Turn away

from my desperation of flailing arms,

wanting to wrap themselves

around your affection.

But, empty-handed.

Snub.

Smugly pulling at my 

ramshackled anticipation.

Already thorned

by derelict hopes that 

disappoint time and time again.

Leading me by my nose,

leaving me in centre of mistaken 

weeds.

Weeds that kill

tender daffodils.

Wilted and unmellowed.

But the feet of detest

leaves it

bleeding for you.

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Just A dream

Arms around me,

Warm like the toasty bread

on a white morning.

I like toasty breads,

in fact i love them.

Clinging onto your sugarcube affection,

Felicity.

Only to be trampled on

by the rising,

sinister,

sun.

The end.

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Just another Poem

You thought

I was going to write 

of words

threaded by beauty and emotions.

But why does it

always have to be beautiful?

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The wrong kind of Love

Words sharpened to a point

with the intentions to invade the unguarded.

And left me,

left me locked to your intoxicating shiv.

Wounded but at bliss;

Dumped the idea of beatitude.

This is my euphoria

My impotence curled around your fingertips,

You laugh, I'm already broken.

But I ask.

For more. 

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My Mother

An Amorous embrace,

around the inconversant.

Penning the Prologue

with knitted genial.

Whispers of endearment,

that drew the best curves.

Smiles.

Dressed entirely,

with the heart,

of my mother.

Dedicated to my mum who's celebrating her birthday today :)

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A poem for a friend

(dedicated to a very close friend)

Affixed hopes,

on the bulletin.

Provoking on the

Green, effete soul.

Shot down by yours truly.

But you are blessed,

with the everlasting bulwark.

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Amaze.

Stop.

contract that diaphragm.

Move your cutting-edge gaze

from the rear-view mirror,

and fixate on the streaks of navigation.

For a wrong turn,

is already one too many.

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Home.

Words laced with

a caramelised bloody battle.

decorticating  the dainty integument

of the ripe, succulent fidelity.

The first crack

on the frosty smiles

that held on for too long.

Meadering down the highway,

hold her while you still can.

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colours of the wind

Listen,

 to the whispers

of the enchanting breeze.

That speaks of the veracity,

in the scribes we once penned.

But the sonority of the windchimes are

Soulless.

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50 shades of red

Feathers of absolute innocence,

Shielding the broken hearted.

Bandaids,

Mending the shards,

while bleeding

With everlasting compassion.

Displaced jigsaws,

realligned.

Crimson lacerations,

to Lustful reliance.