A mesh of poetry ascends in my scalp of lights
the place punctured by your visits often,
in my nocturnal nights of anxiety and suicides.
You step on to my body, peeling layers
of SCARS\ and you watched POETRY\
C A S C A D I N G
in molten, mountain flush of hours.
I am not dead if that’s what you mean—
There are splinters of time and flower
the raw ageless faces of skin,
goblet eye of evil-
here moon meets sun,
and earth meets my soul
it’s a travesty of you and me
rather than what you did to me.
I have seen the postcards of vintage ink
our lotus bodies sinking like air,
tropical destinations, with kisses side by side
I ate your nails, your fingers, your dirt
defying existence of deads & deads.
Now, my finger bleeds fungus,
crochet of inhuman trepidations.
I still hang you in my mirrors
behind my bed, behind my eyelids.
I still see your insanity
C A S C A D I N G
©MVS – NAPOWRIMO#19
Excellent piece MVS. Especially liked these lines:
here moon meets sun,
and earth meets my soul
it’s a travesty of you and me
rather than what you did to me.
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Thank you Andrew.
I am sure you know these words very well.
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Wonderful poem valiant,as usual !
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Oh my!
Ben, you humble me as always.
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I could picture this almost happening, Beautifully written 🙂
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And the imagination must be as stunning as you are.
Thank you M.🌸❤️
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It is always my pleasure darling 🙂
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I already read it 3 times and will go back again to have its essence. You’re an amazing poet and I can’t say it enough.
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Oh my! How nice of you Tapasi.❤️
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Powerful. Wow! It is mesmerizing in it’s beautiful, haunting language. Another splendid piece from you and a new fave. Excellent job! 😊
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I am honored, really.
🙏
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This left me a little breathless
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Thank you Christine. Always love your words here.
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Devika at My Valiant Soul
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Stunning work as usual Dii :). Still learning a lot from your genius work.
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Hey, Siddharth. Thanks a lot! Hope you are doing great.🙂
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Yeah Dii, All thanks to your wishes and blessings :).
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Wonderful 👍👏🏻💖
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❤️❤️
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Well written! I love how you changed the text a bit as well!!!
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Thank you Floral,❤️❤️
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Damn! I love…
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Quite Gothic. ⚘💕
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Super MVS
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🙏🙏
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😊
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Ahh…intense!
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Thank you love.
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🙌🙌🙌
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🙏
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Visceral and heartbreakingly beautiful.
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It means a lot to me to hear such words.
Thank you lovely.🌸
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My pleasure! :3
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The second stanza is crystal pure meth!! 💙
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I am impressed with your fancy words.
Thank you.
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No, you’re not. I mean I know I should have said something more… artistic, poetic but it’s just that you’re so fly.. your poetry is so erudite, and you’re regular almost like a clockwork.. I just felt compelled to say something to you, but I didn’t knew the right words!
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Trust me, even one kind words means a lot to my soul. You are simply being generous now with your words.
I am already touched.
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☺️
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Hard to live with, harder still to forget… Deep and beautiful!
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Thank you so much kind lady.
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A beautiful and poignant recollection of the memories which sooth you and tear you apart at the same time.My fav lines”Now, my finger bleeds fungus,
crochet of inhuman trepidations.”.Love, love it.
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wow wow You amaze me with your words “crochet of inhuman trepidations” ❤ ❤
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❤️❤️
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