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Sue Verma Poem
Think I heard it for the first time today.
That laugh.
Like hot chocolate on a winter day.
It felt like something that melts your heart.
A buoyant feeling,
Which makes a dying heart restart.
Are they aquamarine or ocean eyes?
Spending a second too long,
Fills your body with butterflies.
A bittersweet feeling, a poisonous state,
Like dropping from a high,
It’s a bit too difficult to wait.
Living in my head 24/7 rent free,
Hope you’re not annoyed,
Just wondering, do you ever notice me?
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“Are you afraid of being left behind?”
“No, it’s just temporary, I’m not lonely.”
But abandonment issues aren't easy.
Perhaps it’s called a frail state of mind.
A tragedy befallen upon mankind,
Rehearsing while watching the phone ring,
Blind trust or do you question everything?
Lots of space, but you’re still confined.
“What is the reason for your misery?”
“It’s not only that but also agony”.
Much like a forgotten time in history,
Nothing special about this ceremony.
Sometimes you’re calm but extremely jittery.
Once again, all alone on your balcony.
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Let’s play a game, shall we?
It’s like ‘the Game of Life’,
but set in ancient history.
A skilled warrior with a strong shield,
You travel around the land,
learning something new in every field.
There are different stages to your journey,
Paths you must take,
choices you must make.
Roll the dice and control your destiny.
You start as a mere squire to a corrupt knight.
Is his the path you follow,
Or for honour, you shall fight?
There are many obstacles to overcome,
Choose wisely,
or you may end up as a lowly scum.
To fame and fortune will you rise?
It will not be easy,
as power comes at a price.
As you progress in the game,
There are many friends or allies to make,
Will kingdoms far and wide know your name?
You could be the ruler of a mighty empire,
The possibilities are endless,
Will it be acres of land or a beautiful wife that you acquire?
You may have to pick up a card or two,
For chance has a role to play,
to determine what's in store for you.
Will you be captured by the enemy,
to die as a prisoner,
or survive and leave behind a legacy?
There will be times when there will be a moral conflict,
manipulation, betrayal, cheating, lying,
Just how much pain are you willing to inflict?
You could also lead a pious life,
A great ruler or a loyal husband;
the patriarch who looks after his kids and wife.
Your choices help you gain a skill,
hunting, fishing, fighting, building,
To reach the top, are you willing to kill?
It will be interesting to see how you will meet your end,
will it be as a lonely warrior lost at sea,
or in your bed surrounded by many a friend?
I hope you are slightly convinced,
Because this game I highly recommend.
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To, the guy whose life I'm about to change
and those who praise him for my efforts,
I am the effortlessly perfect girl,
who is whimsical in just the right ways.
The one who knows her way around your mind,
to help you become a better person
that serves as my ultimate purpose.
Under any other circumstances,
you would be too difficult to notice,
a brooding young man with little to offer.
I transform lizards into huge dragons,
you sit there feeding off of my hard work.
Nursing your wounds and singing you to sleep,
dancing without music in a crowded street.
Name as quirky as my personality,
was it a fruit, city, or a season?
I'm a rainbow in your monochrome world.
I teach you about the joy of living,
with knives in my belly of which we don't speak.
I'm beautiful and full of potential,
but who cares because this is your story.
My story begins without a beginning,
probably ends in the same manner too.
If it weren't for your interest in me,
I would be an 'extra' in the movie.
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It’s always better in your head;
the reality won’t live up to the fantasy,
So, just go to bed.
Quit longing for the stolen glances
or the racing heartbeat.
They won’t suddenly confess,
they’ve had a few chances.
Think of 29 reasons to not kiss,
some you’ll truly believe.
Let me say it again,
nothing special about this.
Don’t recklessly dive into that ocean,
Isn’t it better to first go fishing?
Remember, they’re an itch,
and you’re calamine lotion.
Two people aren’t playing this game,
It’s just you.
The train isn’t coming.
Surprise surprise, isn’t that a shame?
Wondering if they think of you isn’t a crime,
If just words can set your cheeks on fire,
Trust me and let go of that desire.
After all, I am someone
who falls for it every time.
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A false rush paved the way,
amidst empty glasses and pizza boxes
everyone had something to say.
Mauve, green, white, and blue.
A hint of banter.
a connection flickered with you.
Head lowered, fleeting glances,
could have talked all night
only if you didn’t miss all the chances.
Felt special for maybe a second
close, talking
ignoring all flags that beckoned
Should‘ve caught an earlier train,
would’ve saved the anxiety,
could’ve rested my overworked brain.
But i stayed anyway,
far side of the sofa,
hoping you’d have something to say.
watched you small talk with everybody,
thinking to myself,
“maybe he didn’t see me”.
and then it suddenly dawned,
you really don’t care, cause
it’s not that hard to respond
I was definitely a fool,
thinking it was electric
when the flip side was cruel
nothing here, no chase
this appointment
just brings sadness to my face.
Was the walk awkward for you as well?
the boy who chatted with girls all night
walked quietly and bid farewell.
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At some point our paths crossed,
Valentine’s Day 2020 at a stupid party
all sanity was tossed.
At one point you charmed me,
Your boyish humour and warm eyes,
Made me dive into insecurity and naivety.
At some point I thought you were nice,
But good boys don’t meet you after 10
And neither are they colder than ice.
At one point you said I was too haunted,
That someone trying too hard
Was the last thing you wanted.
At some point I found a different guy,
And that’s when you realised
You were too rash to say goodbye.
At one point you crept in like a snake,
Said that I was way too memorable
And moved me like an earthquake
At some point you ignored my NO
Forced yourself and laughed,
Like adults in a freak show.
At one point I hated you,
Hated your ignorance and denial,
About what you put me through.
At some point I forgot you existed,
It took months of therapy,
But I finally felt free and lifted.
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Three performers enter the room.
Two children.
One adult.
The children stand like two scarecrows in a rice field.
The adult takes a can and sprays the children;
careful not to miss a spot.
The children put their hands down and prepare to exit,
The adult whispers,
“they’re everywhere”.
(Author's Note: This is a Fluxus event score)
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The night comes back in flashes,
As I look for the pieces,
Buried somewhere in these ashes.
So what changed that one time?
We were an acquiescent class
Where talking was a crime.
Maybe we had too much to drink,
A mess and an introvert
We simply forgot to think.
Did I say something senseless?
I don’t remember much except
Your hand under my dress.
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To rewind time
To remember what I did with you
And how it felt to look at that azure blue
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