You In a Few Promises

 Obsessing

Over little things

To gain bigger things

Got me twisted in this rude irony

Where happiness is the future

Built upon today's sadness.

You could simply say it to be fate

Fitted within the mindset

Of oneself denial

Yet accepting

The ghost pulpit thoughts

Narrowed between empty tongues clicks

Wrinkled sheets testimonies

& arrow-ed midnight shots

Straight into the wilderness shorts.

Where to gain

Is dark fishing

Ducking emotions

to shooting shots

Heart plunged in lust

Lasting seconds

Under flithy promises.

Words Bled

 

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Packing up all the words

My world have been a flick on a pen

Bled out at every tear drop

Another story becomes a reality

Though jokingly

The gateway between my physical  & spiritual realm

Have been the corridor in my mind

Prophecising tomorrow

Held on a dollar.

Yet on a dollar

Cheap thrills

Tear the fabric of my reality

Hearing the tongue wiggle

On it's own demolition course

Granted by the uncanning mind

Weary of its undressed thoughts

That it burns a village under a tear scroll

All in vain.

In Love With Our Mistakes

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 Sniffing love out of lust

Hands bound to the last call

Happiness hidden in hellos

Sounding like goodbyes.

We scatter the room

Into taking whiff emotions

Lost by the dollar.

For today's love

Is a price tag

Strung up on materials

Demolished at hatred disguised

As lust in love.

But love

Mudded

By madness

Scarred in our entanglement.

"Do you love me?"

A rope hangs!

Insta-Booth

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All, we cared about

Was painting a picture.

A picture perfect

Yet our imperfections

Always bubbled up to the top.

So! We took a scissor

Cropped up our stories.

But our stories 

Were bitter

about our lies.

So! They exhumed our emotions.

Laid bare our thoughts

That picture perfect

Stood a fallacy

At the alter of reality

And brought to life

Insecurities.

There a broken story

Became us.

A sad nation in fun

As we strolled in lines

That bind our lies

Fostering us

To un-candid pain.

Caught In Moments

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 Could someone please take

this, loop away from me.

For I have been watching the heavens

Scared to see reality

While my mind squats in memories.

How can it be?

A puzzle unfitting the mind

Ravage in thoughts.

It can't be?

Befits the reality

but untrue to call.

Recalling the last we had

Sweet and sour moments

that made us be.

Now standing no-more.

As disbelief settles in

& grief part ways with peace.

I find myself in a stare of the heavens

pleading for another chance to share.