My heart was the first to go-
but even so
Thoughts tortured me
So I said goodbye to my brain and pulled out my eyes to string the lines of life, poetry, and all else through
The blackness still made it hard to breathe-
the truth
So I dissected my lungs.
I really found no use for everything else and took it out as well.
I realized my skin still bled,
So I carved some wood and slipped inside.
Yes the fire still burned,
but I was still terrified of stone.
And didn't want to be like everyone else.
Welcome
Say a few words. ~ Rachel
A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha
A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha
In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.
In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.
One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad
One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad
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It sounds more like an excerpt from a really disturbing book than poetry :)
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perhaps the way it ended fueled that but it was a lil prose-ish from the start.
That said.. : ] I liked it..made me think of him in many bits too. Change the title though.its funny..made me laugh for 5 minutes..but that maybe cause i already knew what you were talking about..and what it implied ;)
Lol, not poetry. Haven't written a really good poem type poetry in awhile =P
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Glad you caught that. And grr. Too lazy.