Hiya Sharma Poet Free verse

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 Hi my sweet soupersz, hope you've been well ~ 

life has been keeping me away, but here I am anyways, with a truly long bleed, thank u for reading, hugsz

A letter to the angel of angst within me ...

For the contest by John Lawless 

'The Last page is/was missing'

Your Last Page

dearest warm night-writer, 
I am 3:33  ~ 
an angel … ghostwritten ,
in aqueous alphabets of a.m.  
within ice-numb novaes 
         that invade the inkless neons,
sleeping beneath, a blood lotus enigma 
  a Satan's sanctum ~ 
          unsoothed 
       in the boulevard of epiphany …

 feel me in those fatal flames 
 homesick to chimeral magic ~ 
    the last leaf, 
ruffled in luna’s notebook 
as I unseal my lips 
     from black leather vows ~
           and unlock the thoughts 
that rewrite tears 
into hot-cold chronicles …

 O satin wickedness
        pressed between
   rose wrinkles 
    of weeping paragraphs ,  
       I sob and soak 
your soulful solivagance ~
solving the paradigms 
           that equate with pain … 

I mean no harm ~
and my skin, a viking vellum 
for your sharp venom,
smoothens sorrow
as it bleeds into the stars.
So, tell me what you want,
if it's not the
hypothesis you desire
that stains my hopeful runes ? 
what is your transfused truth,
if this violet river 
running across 
paper-thin sunsets
does not calm 
my aching stretchmarks ? 

please … don't patronise me
with punctuations 
but scrawl through me,
sipping my silence …
studying the syntax of seclusion, 
searching for sinister feathers
in the arteries 
that dress with auroras 
and design damnation …

O' author of angel angst ,
poetess of the dark ~ 
   mourning petal-kissed moonsets 
within veins of vivacious vistas
  I am touched by you ; 
   yet, you still don't recognise 
the tremors of repulse that 
 rehearse in me, line after line 
a fever flowing within flawless fonts ~
as your stylus swims through 
   my untouched undercurrents 

     receding
               and  
                    revealing 

   those dyslexic details 
          that dawn with doom,
the way you format your
       o v e r ~
                f l o w i n g 
                            a  n  x  i  e  t  y
         with moth-nails 
         within structures 
  of a demon-mermaid muse,
   diving in the void 
      within the four walls 
         of this raven room,
quoting your name with quiescence 
      by the kismet quill you kiss ~ 
and then gently place between 
    the trembling teeth 
                  of wallflower wolves …

I seek soft-crawling colours 
       in the contours 
of this crystallised collage 
crucified by commas ,
for I am condensed 
by your fears and faults ~ 
flipped by the fingers of fire ,      
     read without any voice ~ 
by your rhythmic repentance, 
an ode to the raspberry rain…
with the reverence of superstition 
soaked in lilac stardust ~ 
your fluid syllables flower 
through the purple stems
of my soul's sun ,
as chapters remain cautioned 
with interstellar footnotes 
composed with the lyrics 
of loveless rivers ,
unlearning loneliness 
as a dream of dramatizing 
         this dulcet decency …

where lily-feathered lies 
taste the roar of lion-laced sighs 
in the scripts of stygian sonnets,
I am lost 
      …   I am found 
as you apostrophize this ache, 
      italicise the invisible 
   and blush me with  bold  blames ~ 
until your lethal ekphrasis of life 
overwrites the omen 
    that outruns my outlines
  with waves of lawless loyalty...

    what weeps within me 
is not a poem,
it is the saudade of iris ,
    incomplete 
with a telepathic trinity of 
                          delusive dots ...

i was never missing; 
to save you, i still sear in sacrifice...
        the last pulse 
   left with dusky laments 
       and braille letters 
that were born to die ...
  
    sincerely  ~ 
 with love,
     The Deceased …
 your Heart’s soulful alibi … 

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Evelyn Judy Buehler September 20, 2026 at 3:10 PM There is so much to adore about this gorgeous poem, Hiya! I loved, "violet river running across paper-thin sunsets," and "soft crawling colors in the contours of this crystallised collage," and too many others to mention. This poem is a fave. Very best wishes. 😄🌹🌹🌙🌙⭐

David Crandall September 20, 2026 at 2:20 PM wow, a letter from the deceased. I liked telepathic trinity of delusive dots - is that an ellipsis?

CayCay Godwin September 20, 2026 at 1:54 PM For me, angst is the result of stinking thinking; false thoughts of worry torture us when we could/should have enough faith to hand all to Him and change the channel in our head. I'm mostly attacked at night but so much rudeness these past years has me sideways in muffled but strong faith. It hurts when life hurts us, but we must burst through, change our view to a growth-lesson learned not a forever burn. Gorgeous ink with metaphors galore for readers to adore. I enjoyed every line, Hiya ... CayCay

Joseph P. DiMino September 20, 2026 at 8:02 AM "I sob and soak your soulful solivagance ~ solving the paradigms that equate with pain …" -- deep pain is very private, and can only be shared by someone who looks beneath the surface, is willing to reach another's sacred depths -- "what is your transfused truth, if this violet river running across paper-thin sunsets does not calm my aching stretchmarks ?" -- the desire to forgive, to share, heal together in the soft pad of a crystal stream," -- wonderful poetry. Not enough room to comment on every exquisite thought and phrase, but I have read the entire work, and have traveled a brilliant example of your finely tuned enchanting universe of soulfully being. Great poetry! To understand and fully appreciated this work, one has to have knowledge of esoteric teachings and practices -- a thorough comprehension of mysticism. A lifelong transcending journey well worth the effort. Joseph P. DiMino September 20, 2026 at 8:27 AM A FAV!!

Valsa George September 19, 2026 at 11:15 PM I tried to read through this concoction of images and metaphors, but felt lost in a labyrinth of meanings and emotions hard to explicate. I console myself thinking that some poems are meant to be experienced, rather than explained or understood. This is one such poem layered with meanings... ! I read it many a time. All i felt is that this poem is a deep sigh rising from your heart and I feel the intensity of your pain in being fooled and betrayed. You are never pleased with someone's insincere venting of emotions- through "the lyrics of loveless rivers , unlearning loneliness as a dream of dramatizing this dulcet decency …" What you seek is someone with a heart full of true love. Through you quill what you wish to compose is "is not a poem, it is the saudade of iris , incomplete with a telepathic trinity of delusive dots ..." I have no idea what you really meant. But this is how I can interpret. Too deep for me and excuse my poor attempt to dive into its mysterious depths. A FAVE

Ink Empress September 19, 2026 at 10:35 PM I am speechless reading this powerful poem That ebbs and flows with so much So many brilliant metaphors The wordplay is on fire And the emotional intensity cuts deep Anxiety and those running thoughts I know it all too well Pleasure reading Sending you light always 🧜‍♀️ 🧚‍♀️ Hiya Sharma September 19, 2026 at 11:12 PM N I am speechless reading your comments, my poetic guardian angel, anxiety has its fangs that it buries in our souls, from time to time, it likes feeding on us lol. I know that you know n feel it all, thank u for all the love and light, sending you mermaid moonbeams and fairy starszzzz 🧜‍♀️ 🌊 🧚 ☀️ 🫂 🏝️ 🍁

Ink Empress September 19, 2026 at 10:33 PM “ as chapters remain cautioned with interstellar footnotes composed with the lyrics of loveless river” sigh loveless it is ebbing and flowing when despair veils our vision. I dont know why my heart is hurting reading this profound and poignant poem “ quoting your name with quiescence by the kismet quill you kiss ~ and then gently place between the trembling teeth of wallflower wolves …” sigh sometimes it is the name that hurts the most. Kismet quill ~ may it never disappoint you Hiya Sharma September 19, 2026 at 11:09 PM sigh.. if only, ache knew a different name than ours, such is life.. I dunno why but reading your comments ah it's making me tear up smhw 😢 m emotional now.. sometimes my heart burns realising how melancholy has shaped me and all I have remains in the glossary of grief ~ like wandering ghosts, that know not what love is, hmm

Ink Empress September 19, 2026 at 10:31 PM this poem hits deep so very effortlessly soulful star hiya, i felt the intensity of emotions! And youv created so many brilliant metaphors here that are truly moving! I especially love “ crucified by commas , for I am condensed by your fears and faults ~ flipped by the fingers of fire , ” sigh! How you extremely feel and pulse youv expressed so well to your inner poetess. For some reason this poem resonates too! And I love your mention of the angel number too. The ache of loneliness and the depth of darkness Hiya Sharma September 19, 2026 at 11:00 PM yes I've been seeing 3:33, 4:44 and 5:55 quite a lot! and this poem is just an unfiltered one.. i didn edit anythn n left it raw, sigh, needed to vent and ramble lol. Sigh, sometimes life really steals the versions of ourselves, n i just needed to remind the one living within me ~ that I am not only the angel angst but also the light.. thank u for feeling me my inkzy, seeing someone understand each n every bit that I've bled here, u feel me like no other! grateful for ur presence 🌹🔥❤️‍🔥💋😢

Howard Kerr September 19, 2026 at 9:48 AM Hiya, such exquisite elegance brilliantly articulated has my brain ferrying the most apt words of adulation across that royal river you have composed. I adore those poetic techniques you showcase and display. A kaleidoscope of colourful literary composites. Your each line a mineral seam. My favourites are “telepathic trinity of delusive dots,” “crystallised collage crucified by commas.”🔥✨🔥🕊️❤️ Best of luck in contest. Thanks for nice slant on Nascent etc Light n warmth Howard Hiya Sharma September 19, 2026 at 10:30 PM Dear Howard, thank you for your beautiful review of my poem ~ I truly appreciate your visit and your time in reading this, quite a long poems this time, haha! I'm so glad that you enjoyed reading those lines in particular, n thank you for feeling my kaleidoscopic metaphors, sending you soothing starbeams and fairy magic 🧚☀️ 🍁🍂💫✨

Sara Kendrick September 19, 2026 at 9:23 AM Thank you for sharing this one. Yes, quite long. Interesting lines and wording. Way to go. 👏✍️. Sara K. P.S. I am to have a procedure on Tuesday to get lasar surgery on veins in my left leg. Hiya Sharma September 19, 2026 at 10:27 AM omg! I wish you health and recovery my dear Sara, have you in my thoughts ~ I hope it all goes well, the surgery and then healing too, and that it's not too painful for you. Sounds very serious! Sigh.. Thank you for updating! as well as for reading, yes this one's a very unfiltered one! ~ always a pleasure seeing you visit 🥹🫂🌊💫 sending you hugszzzz and my best wishes, always 🧜‍♀️🍂🍁💫🌙