I need to take a breakfrom the achethat is building in my headI need to go to bedI keep tossing and turningBurning and churningfrom the arguments floatingin a vicious circle, gloatingvoices boiling my insecuritiesinto a smoke of obscenitiesThe moonlight seeps through the curtainsspewing shadows of personson the plain and blank wallsresurrecting the callsI received from …
Featured image by fotografierende from Pexels glasses sliding off my nose skidding until the tip the scent from my tea rose more enjoyable with a sip moody weather feet on white feather sitting on leather looking at my rose wither i close my eyes thinking about the time i made pies covered with key lime …
Propped against the rusty old chair I laid myself bare In the throes of passion for hot sky To the eyes of the passers-by Clock ticking Shoes tapping Ropes skipping Bees humming The world stands still Until the sound of a power drill Or is it a rock band? Far and deep in the woodland …
I wake up feeling drained and on the edge Feeling fingers poking at me Followed by being jostled by someone I fall off the edge getting hit on my head I am instantly helped up and forced to perform with low energy and bruises and aches, all over my body My view of my surroundings …
I look at my screen and type in letters and numbers Click, clack, click, clack My keyboard goes rhythmically I pretend to be deeply engrossed in whatever is happening on my monitor I get a feeling of incompleteness I look in the corner of my eyes My hands are stretching to the right of my …
Happiness is a set of lines of code defined by society as a set number of if and else statements with a uniform result for everyone which is 100% absurd.
Desolate, sad, dilapidated Ironclad and rusty Weeds growing Pebbles crunching Under the feet Railway tracks Mingling and intertwined Electrical lines Linked to poles Linearly and parallelly Covering distances Between star-crossed lovers Seeing each other Never really reaching each other Broken pieces Concrete and raw Canals and bridges Smothered with grime Flooding acrimoniously With sewage and …
We texted We spoke The words we felt and held In our hearts and souls We kissed We told Our bodies and our hearts The sensations we felt The feelings we understood We travelled We explored Nature in its finesse The trees spoke My tresses flowed We ran We jumped Swooning under the moon Diving …
This is the last part, part 3 of the series of poems called "Perfection".
This is part 2 of the series of poems called "Perfection".
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