Our Little Cock-le Boat...

Close my eyes, and breathe,
I can hear the rain creeping through trees.
But the ceiling fan plays games in circles,
Mocking, as it sells slaps for dreams.

The sky drowned slowly in nothingness,

like a black hole, without deaths kiss.
Like dark, without the suction of light,
Or is that just my heart?

And I’l listen as you rustle leaves,
softly treading while I sleep.
and I wouldn’t hear you from our bed,

But I was scurrying out our door again.

I run home smelling like your perfume,
the wind blows you back into my room,
Your tongue turns as I gasp for air,
your shape that fits perfectly, that groove, right there.

But the sun brings the dawn of new hands,
And I find myself clinging to another man.
Who will sense my spirit as it writhes, as it glides,
leave my hands with a smile, I can’t deny.

And I board his plane to zenith, hit nadir instead,
“I’m busy, I’l fuck you, next  time”, he said.
And I’l juggle two halves, not willing to choose,
I’d rather rape ego, than ask, for either of you.

So night returns me to our window, with my lips sealed,
lost in the loneliness of the bats screams,
and we run around and have sex in this bush for hours,
wanting each other, cause it can’t be ours.

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Cheating Shadows...

Ive got aged jars with venom floating inside, when i wished for clouds so silver lined, and is it its insanity that beckons me, or is it your ignorance that holds the key. The tunnel ended in light, I ran as you came, the house breaking down, in its mason's mains, and as soon as I touched you and held you as mine, you vanished yet lingered, like passing time. Body spinning in circles, eyes searching for stones, no rubble, no blood, finally a home, every wish, every prayer finally come true, and I'm stuck ouside, with a brand new,you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Play...

The words play like a piano's tune, a beating soul, playing its master piece,

in timeless whispers of joy and sin, in seconds alive, and moments deceased.

And they pass through the boards the channels and streams, a shadow uncared for, unmourned,

and we'l stare and walk away unshaken, why? who knew what pulled the piano's chord?

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I clicked that picture and a song was playing in my head through the shoot, i dont know what song...but it just seemed to come out. and for once a photo inspired me.

~ Shraddha

Reason Finds A Hole...

In shadows of her broken mind, like twists and turns, uneasy lines. looping circles, never cease to form, the holes of fate, invited storms. And she tries to change the paths foretold, to bend a future she cast in stone. And in crumbles and dirt it formed she finds, a sealed mouth, and a blinded mind. Who is it who made the world turn round? Made justice her love and left it unbound, and then when she faltered and chose to betray, had it coming asking for her price to pay. Is it mere complaints, and only practice being preach, is it truth held at gunpoint with lies to teach, will it matter if questions were answered or not, if digesting devoid reason aint a battle unfought? And the poison spun round in the brim of her lungs, Freedom, exploded in the air, suffocated and hung. She couldn't free her convictions, she couldnt bear to hold, to never meet the reaper, and sell her soul. The rain poured down her sullen cheeks, faith's fire dwindled and hope shined bleak. The grounds turned to mould, the rain held its child, she was dragged undisturbed, leaving footprints behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha

Gray Void...

Like words suspended in the stillness of the night, in transparent shades of black and white, that never left her sullen lips, fearing rumours, of a sanity slipped. And she tracked her footsteps, stops and falls, tainted with labels, her knowledge, its calls. And no hint, no word nor whisper adhered, to the sentence, of an image smeared. The world spun round, twisting her neck, Pity handed her a mask, to cover the wreck. Her first steps faltered, she wore it too long, Her souls stood by her, she didn't transform. The test's to break you, survival is made, Death's the only finality, the prophecy said. Oceans sped eastward, fell unbroken off the cliff, fatalistic doubt, for once proved a gift. The earth could'nt rip her, tried to swallow her whole, her heart broken in two, and turned to a hole. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha

Bolted Homes...

Running past cuts and bruises, she's turning towards home, broken wood and sealed doors, love's gone, clothes out thrown. The halls burn hollow, echoes her own, windows like promises, shattered in tears, bleeding insanity,pouring rain, and it's her only one, to hear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha