in a matter of seconds

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evening fades into my eyelids
as I close another chapter
with torrid metaphors
scalding the inner walls of
my sacred tomb

and the wings are being ripped out
by the scavengers
with eyes the shade of my
darkest fear

listen,
this silence is beating against
my ribcage
and I am being pulled by
her nightmares again

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••• silver sanity •••

 

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the doors to my cathedral
were open with haunting symphony
echoing in between
galaxies and hallucinations

I bathe in silver beam
as the sun spits out monochromatic
drool of endless summer

but

the sweet divination
of the moon
in between cold burst of silent synergy
had me gasping
underneath myriad of stars;
surfacing
with a new wave of energy

blackened blankness

lighted candle
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glass floor
crack as I waltz with the moonbeams
singing songs of
broken wings and fire

the age of growing up
receded, leaving me breathless
with no dreams

barren, I
wake up with charcoal stains on my face
and run-down crimson welts

a pretty distraught sight
to greet morning to

yet,
the morning song
remains the same,

with punctured lyrics
and dismantled refrains

a song
too lethargic to wake
me up

Depths

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for the longer minutes
of holding my breath in,
the images swirl past like tornado

the burn in lungs,
fogging senses
and the deep state of fear
surpassing all.

the feeling of cloistered thoughts,
repeatedly bashing
and the purged memories,
resurfacing with a vengeance-
the dip feels eternal
and the bathtub
a bottomless ocean

my fingers find a pulse
in the depth of tangled veins,
beating faintly
like a drowning poetry
taking its last swig of burning air

the time slows down
to a point where the brain hears the tick
loudly enough to trigger a migraine,
the cluster behind the eye
painfully dragging pointers
of how worthless and shameful I am

the truth
holding its agenda like a banner
to my face
of how… insignificant my life
is in existence

the years on my span
mockingly, whispering my wrinkles
are the failed attempt of me
trying to pick myself up

I feel like the silence
is poisoning me
yet, the light from somewhere afar,
urge me to remain strong

but, the pull towards abyss is stronger
than the push of myself to wake up,
just to breathe…

everything around
just dulls and greys
and I am just
mindlessly tiring myself out by sighing too loudly

Dejection (NaPoMo 6)

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for the last decade
of my screams,
I have forgotten the hang
of how words
can echo back
to the ossuary-
wherein lies my battered self;
bleeding wet cacophony
on the gravestones
of my suicidal whims…

Blemished (NaPoMo 5)

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~~

my limbs fold in
itself,
merging together
to form a self-carved
stone;
atop pebbles
thrown at me,
as I tried to crawl
through abyss of
echoing conflicts.

time swayed
relentlessly
forming monochrome
in a heartbeat;
yet,
I remained as a stigma
amidst stipples.

~~

Aplomb (NaPoMo 4)

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sleep…
gentle wind
upon battered eyelashes
whispered;

and I heeded,
murmuring sad tales
in the afterglow
of a storm-
that ripped  me
into branches of poetry;
flowered
with petals of semblance
between
fragility and agility.

I knew not how to wake
from the fragrance
within.