You make me want to write bad poetry.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Instead of tying up angels.
Glossy oil over marble Michelangelos.
Or even jazz that sings from horns.
Normally it's sex. Or death. Or those interconnections.
You make me want to dumb everything down,
You vacuous gelatin mind.
You make me feel less abnormal.
By the way,
I think I hate you for that.
There's something to be said for anti-insanity presences.
I want you to listen to my lip syncing, listen hard. Close your eyes,
Damn'it:
Sunrise's burn the waking eyes,
there's painful last breath as you die.
Clouds will touch you,
and although you won't feel,
You know by the tip of your tongue,
They do.
Earth may fold me in an embrace,
but not now, not now.
Today,
I feel your breath on my neck.
Stronger and warmer.
Ready for me to retrace.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Muse...
Those beats so clamored,
they pound in her head,
yet for once she stands,
devoid song.
They turn into rhythm
then twist brazenly away
so lyrically blessed
pristine.
And the damsel in distress
starts to digress
from the pain.
Addled and
trapped in its web
that twists
and forces her to sway
Swinging
with the world glued to the tips
of her fingers
glistening,
in the sun
for a second
till she broke
and damned it to shadows
like her being.
Rising and falling
in perfect points and arcs
tired yet continuing
cause this hate drum
never stops.
And slowly as her thoughts,
burn to haze
with the world too heavy to swing
she brushes it off
One last time
and collapses to the floor
cold granite
smooth and endless
like an ocean of black.
I guess this is what death feels like
with her body arched
and chest raised
as it drew all the hatred from her soul
sucked her in
and spat her out
to fall to the side
eyes wide open
staring.
Slain, in the sound of the wind
and all that surrounded
heaving,
gasping,
like
she was free
to suffocate.
One last time
Just one last time.
It’s all over now.
Breathe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Shraddha
they pound in her head,
yet for once she stands,
devoid song.
They turn into rhythm
then twist brazenly away
so lyrically blessed
pristine.
And the damsel in distress
starts to digress
from the pain.
Addled and
trapped in its web
that twists
and forces her to sway
Swinging
with the world glued to the tips
of her fingers
glistening,
in the sun
for a second
till she broke
and damned it to shadows
like her being.
Rising and falling
in perfect points and arcs
tired yet continuing
cause this hate drum
never stops.
And slowly as her thoughts,
burn to haze
with the world too heavy to swing
she brushes it off
One last time
and collapses to the floor
cold granite
smooth and endless
like an ocean of black.
I guess this is what death feels like
with her body arched
and chest raised
as it drew all the hatred from her soul
sucked her in
and spat her out
to fall to the side
eyes wide open
staring.
Slain, in the sound of the wind
and all that surrounded
heaving,
gasping,
like
she was free
to suffocate.
One last time
Just one last time.
It’s all over now.
Breathe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Shraddha
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sasha...
What is this world,
if I stopped counting seconds
to when I could see your face,
to see your smile,
as each quarter of your teeth came into focus
and dissapeared.
What is this world when not happy,
as the air's no longer tickled,
by the taste of your lips,
and ether found its meaning.
And while the river falls somewhere in the distance,
I can hear its lost direction,
like it wouldnt know which way up or down,
& whoever told it left from right.
And this world was left empty,
like you drew the fizz from a bottle of coke,
shook it and all you had left
was sugar and water,
and it still didnt taste that sweet.
Close my eyes, trying to forget,
the days that caught me in bright sunrise,
forget, that light ever walked this earth,
when opened, im found staring into the mirror of today.
Dissolved in the shambles you've turned this house to,
like your power that made was the same that destroyed.
And I swear I find something evil, and sinister in her eyes,
the ones that stare back,
I see that smile emerge everytime,
you say you've met no one worth meeting.
like a possessed only child, happy lonely,
cause she has no need to share.
I can watch her eyes turn green in brightest envy,
as though loathing in defeat.
Everytime they find you happy in the presence of someone else.
Everytime someone seems beautiful.
I can feel her eyes go black in helplessness
like it was blank without a filter,
and no gaurd, with nothing to protect,
when this reflection finds a vanishing you.
And I cry for seconds now dead,
for the seconds I felt your arm wrap around mine.
and we'd walk not knowing,
where the road led us or whom to.
But theyd always lead us home.
Cause home was always you.
What is this world and all its stories,
when the same page doesnt contain me and you?
Who is my God here in Kindness and power,
when he knows not,
who am I, and who are you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No amount of liquid or smoke would ever let me forget.
could you find me a new pill to pop?
to soothe the pain.
I cannot take this anymore.
I Love you.
~ Shraddha
if I stopped counting seconds
to when I could see your face,
to see your smile,
as each quarter of your teeth came into focus
and dissapeared.
What is this world when not happy,
as the air's no longer tickled,
by the taste of your lips,
and ether found its meaning.
And while the river falls somewhere in the distance,
I can hear its lost direction,
like it wouldnt know which way up or down,
& whoever told it left from right.
And this world was left empty,
like you drew the fizz from a bottle of coke,
shook it and all you had left
was sugar and water,
and it still didnt taste that sweet.
Close my eyes, trying to forget,
the days that caught me in bright sunrise,
forget, that light ever walked this earth,
when opened, im found staring into the mirror of today.
Dissolved in the shambles you've turned this house to,
like your power that made was the same that destroyed.
And I swear I find something evil, and sinister in her eyes,
the ones that stare back,
I see that smile emerge everytime,
you say you've met no one worth meeting.
like a possessed only child, happy lonely,
cause she has no need to share.
I can watch her eyes turn green in brightest envy,
as though loathing in defeat.
Everytime they find you happy in the presence of someone else.
Everytime someone seems beautiful.
I can feel her eyes go black in helplessness
like it was blank without a filter,
and no gaurd, with nothing to protect,
when this reflection finds a vanishing you.
And I cry for seconds now dead,
for the seconds I felt your arm wrap around mine.
and we'd walk not knowing,
where the road led us or whom to.
But theyd always lead us home.
Cause home was always you.
What is this world and all its stories,
when the same page doesnt contain me and you?
Who is my God here in Kindness and power,
when he knows not,
who am I, and who are you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No amount of liquid or smoke would ever let me forget.
could you find me a new pill to pop?
to soothe the pain.
I cannot take this anymore.
I Love you.
~ Shraddha
Sunday, October 24, 2010
When No Clouds Line The Horizon
No signs of rain, yet still he waits,
Eyes upturned, wishing a pouring heaven.
Yet nothing his way does flow besides,
The wind from a desert once glen.
In his eyes he has seen the Ocean,
But feet never left his fallow land.
Dying is the unborn, as pregnant Earth,
Is parched as thirsty sand.
If tears could quench his thirsty Land,
The Rivers would, an Ocean be made.
But look what angry sun has wrought,
For tears have dried unmade.
He stands over the roots of,
A Tree ancient and knotted.
As he looks away and over the forest vale,
Where the dusky woods have rotted.
Entranced he moves, towards salvation,
When a buzzing awakens afar.
He turns to see the ague of grain,
For their due, have come from far.
With sad eyes over the Locusts wild,
And lips cracked into a last grin.
Over flung he, the catcher of Rye,
Into the blighted fen within.
Eyes upturned, wishing a pouring heaven.
Yet nothing his way does flow besides,
The wind from a desert once glen.
In his eyes he has seen the Ocean,
But feet never left his fallow land.
Dying is the unborn, as pregnant Earth,
Is parched as thirsty sand.
If tears could quench his thirsty Land,
The Rivers would, an Ocean be made.
But look what angry sun has wrought,
For tears have dried unmade.
He stands over the roots of,
A Tree ancient and knotted.
As he looks away and over the forest vale,
Where the dusky woods have rotted.
Entranced he moves, towards salvation,
When a buzzing awakens afar.
He turns to see the ague of grain,
For their due, have come from far.
With sad eyes over the Locusts wild,
And lips cracked into a last grin.
Over flung he, the catcher of Rye,
Into the blighted fen within.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The Wind...
Sinking into ripples like the winters Breeze,
cold light that fades, to oblivion like me,
you shall never grace, your dead storm with my sound,
as you rise in new ashes, my nexus drowns.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Shraddha
cold light that fades, to oblivion like me,
you shall never grace, your dead storm with my sound,
as you rise in new ashes, my nexus drowns.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Shraddha
Monday, October 4, 2010
Miser's Attention...
In empty words that broke and fell,
like water running up a paper mill,
you shattered my body, like porcelain bones,
scoffed and frowned and swallowed me whole.
And the distaste, so meaningless, I left in your mouth,
evident, in the apathy, when you drooled me out.
And when i wriggled lifelessly and struggled to breathe,
your lips bid me luck, eyes wouldnt care to see.
Turn to magic, your fingers, and everythings gold.
But when they flinched in disgust, they cast me in stone.
Yet i follow like a fool dancing in your light,
as you guide me into darkness, to lose me this night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Shraddha
like water running up a paper mill,
you shattered my body, like porcelain bones,
scoffed and frowned and swallowed me whole.
And the distaste, so meaningless, I left in your mouth,
evident, in the apathy, when you drooled me out.
And when i wriggled lifelessly and struggled to breathe,
your lips bid me luck, eyes wouldnt care to see.
Turn to magic, your fingers, and everythings gold.
But when they flinched in disgust, they cast me in stone.
Yet i follow like a fool dancing in your light,
as you guide me into darkness, to lose me this night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Shraddha
Friday, September 24, 2010
Footsteps on cobblestone
as i sit for another day
slowly time will take her away
as i sip for another night
slowly the pain will subside
with tears gleaming in the morning sun
and the wind kissing my broken smile
moved away they all just did
making way for the perfect crime
as i walk down the empty street
my heart beats a different beat
amidst strangers i found a home
between time and footsteps on cobblestone
no longer do i need to run
no longer do i have to hide
free myself i can, of whats left inside
search deeper i can, of what remains us
all the stares make no sense
never did i have a winning smile
all the fear makes no sense
never did i have a cruel smile
temples i build within
with light that never dims
love i hold deep within
with time i become it
as i walk down the busy street
my heart beats a different beat
amidst myself i found a home
between silence and footsteps on cobblestone
Hmmm okay i havent been writing for a long time and this poem or whatever might seem stupid.. Dunno what made me write it or visit this blog after such a long time but am happy to be posting again :) Looking forward to comments from the people i know and love from our time in gothic community and other new readers as well..
slowly time will take her away
as i sip for another night
slowly the pain will subside
with tears gleaming in the morning sun
and the wind kissing my broken smile
moved away they all just did
making way for the perfect crime
as i walk down the empty street
my heart beats a different beat
amidst strangers i found a home
between time and footsteps on cobblestone
no longer do i need to run
no longer do i have to hide
free myself i can, of whats left inside
search deeper i can, of what remains us
all the stares make no sense
never did i have a winning smile
all the fear makes no sense
never did i have a cruel smile
temples i build within
with light that never dims
love i hold deep within
with time i become it
as i walk down the busy street
my heart beats a different beat
amidst myself i found a home
between silence and footsteps on cobblestone
Hmmm okay i havent been writing for a long time and this poem or whatever might seem stupid.. Dunno what made me write it or visit this blog after such a long time but am happy to be posting again :) Looking forward to comments from the people i know and love from our time in gothic community and other new readers as well..
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