Deep. Poems

Seashell Fists

Seashell fists, salt-bitten and flipping stones 
watching waves contort 
as they crashed into one another

I remember liking how sun rays shone on my teeth
when my face would tilt up as I laughed 
but did my teeth yellow 
from all the days I spent smiling up at the sky?

I, a fluid body plucked 
from the sea

Caffeine vapor

Caffeine vapor billows
blowing with the raindrops
the ceiling says
my body wanders
to a part of nowhere
glowing like a warm air
as if it were true

The reflection of the latte under the yellow light
the foam forms a crescent
like the curve of your smiling eyes

Petrichor tonight is so foreign
because only the gentle wind
between your body is familiar to me

I begin

Emotional Buffet 3

In the picture you seemed far more fair,
Only smiling, only there.

Must it always be adorned attire?
Just behold  the soul is there.

Not every moment is a dear one near,
Yet in the silence, she stands there.

In love, I’ve become like Huzaifa at last,
She rules the heights, her throne is there.

Peace itself has turned away from me,
Now

You and I

In the realm of love, where hearts entwine,
You and I, my love, reign supreme, divine.
Like Roshani and Siddharth, our love will shine,
A bond so strong, a love that's truly sublime.

We're the King and Queen of Hearts, a love so true,
Our hearts beating as one, our love forever new.
Like Romeo and Juliet, our love will stand

Panic Attack

Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.

Beside the river where dogs bathe

inevitably, she comes for us all
my lover— death, with her webbed fingers

her skin soft as a porcupine’s, 
her quills darting into my chest
tears me apart in search of her craving
a smile as she gently ripped it out of my flesh

she held it out to the heavens and breathed out a cry of death
her teeth harder

The Void In Plane Sight

I feel like I'm drowning in the stormy sea,
Tiamat help me write on the Void, please ,
My mind empty ;coming up with thoughts I freeze,
I feel I am drowing;what is the key ?
I drank some Jameson whisky to lube my brain ,
Today I feel like an empty beer barrel,
The words I need I find hard

1410

Lift graced prayers to stay faith's strength on tomorrows.
Belief can vanquish dark depths threatening sorrows.

Burden of Freedom

Freedom is documented,
When new page opens,
unwritten words await,
But It feels like wandering in the mist,
Walking in the tangles of sin,
Rules feel like destiny,
Yet we are caged,
The sky was never the limit,
Still not the limit,
But are we strong enough
To make our own choices?

To open a new page,
To write our own new peace?
Will our story be told?
If

The shadow whisper

It’s whispers.
Can you hear them?
I don’t want to,
but they force me to.

Sitting in an empty room,
with no one—
just a cigarette in my hand.

Every time it touches my lips,
it kills me
and makes me want to avoid it—

I know that cigarette is not good for me,
but I like doing something
I know is going to kill me.

But he

Why did we stop talking?

How… how did it get like this?
Why… did we stop talking?
After a time… I stopped trying.
You… you… you were very tired to try.
No one did.

And… a friendship… that… no one acknowledged, but we acknowledged—
now doesn’t exist.
Exists… but…
I’m not the same person you talk to.

It was not love.
It was attachment to a person.
That laugh… that conversation…

Fragments

I said I couldn’t write 
for I am an empty pen,
my ink wasted
on letters no one will read.
Torn, crumpled,
fed to the black hole
of a trash can.

Now I write of silence
Etching words into wood
For I have broken my vow with the papers
It isn’t determination,
nor delusion
just a moment,
a fragment that insists on staying.

And still, I write
not with

Deception Has Deep Roots

Shall we travel back in time, to a deception that has ruled mankind.
The year was 1910, a dark, dark night with seven evil men.
The creature that was created there, has left a country in despair.
As we have witnessed throughout time, the Feds, the wars, the Government and their crimes.
All it took for the machine to

you were almost my savior

i'm at the bottom of the ocean
forty feet down
stones tied to my feet
trapped
i'm drowning
air in my lungs
can't breathe
suffocating
vision going black
i feel you
your hands grab me
pulling my up
saving me
thirty feet down
there's hope
a sliver of it
i'm almost gone but
maybe we'll make it in time
twenty feet down
you're still holding on tightly
i trust you now
you'll bring me to the

Listen to the Wind

Listen to the wind sweeping autumn leaves,
pirouetting amongst a citrine sunset.
Whilst light rain collects at corners of windowsills,
illumination from a crackling fire
bounces upon unpigmented mourning walls.

Silent weeping occupies microcrevices,
confined within the splintering memories.
The creaking of an antique rocking chair
melds with the restless nocturnal atmosphere,
of time no longer waiting in the shadows.

Sheer onyx fabric draped over

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