Pain. The most inexplicable beauty of humans. Masked and tattered. Orange peel-like surface. As you begin to walk, you feel the blurb of suntanned skins. Lack of juices. ShOrtening of breaths. And there is this pain, gazing your throat. Knuckles break, like the liquids of body evaporating.
Rancid platter of nostalgia. You try to walk away and so you pop pills.
splashing your face with haze- with a spot as black as a pupil.
It has a demure, an oval semblance to shadows. Silk eyed folds. Beneath the nocturnal facets and crevasses, you leak just like that. And you leak until you begin to daydream. Until you are broken and unpleasant to taste. Your juices stink. Your pool of paradise is dried up. Here comes the itch. The itch to bend and smell the distant whiff of loneliness. What does night eat after its done pleasing? Pleasure ends like that.
Whoa! Thats deliciously dark
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Thank you lovely.
Hope you liked it
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A medley of sentences rich with imagery lashing at you, beyond the leakage, beyond the pain, and beyond the sapping nights lie the mirage of daydreams.
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Yes! Pain we are talking about. Thank you so much for reading.
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Wow, I’m loving the strong imagery–like pain, the lines work together to create a kind of a beautiful melancholy. The short lines work well for overall atmosphere of the piece, as well.
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Thank you. Appreciate your words
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The itch to bend and smell the distant whiff of loneliness.
If a person reads that line to me, I would instantly reply, “MVS.” For only you could write a line like that.
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Wow. You are just amazing!
Glad, I have earned that recognition.
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I don’t think i have ever read someone describe pain so exquisitely before. Beautiful, rich and yes i could taste the pain. ❤
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Let Petit mort to le grande mort! Brilliant!
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Translation please? 🙈
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XD
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Just you encompass sex and death and grief and loss all at once!
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Incredible description. I KNOW that pain
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Hey thank you.
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Just woww!! 🙂
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That`s the most beautiful and accurate description of pain I`ve ever came across ❤
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Aww, thanks
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No problem mate ❤
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ShOrtening of breaths – creatively beautiful way to depict breathlessness.❤️
The pain that keeps us going despite the loneliness. You are metaphor Queen!🌼
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Your kind heart always mesmerizes me.🌸🌸
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Pain: you have cried in silence because no one cared to ask you if how your day went, behind those laughs, hides too much pain and anxiety; you wanted to break your silence and talk to her about your pain, but no one seems to understand. no one seems to listen. no one seems to interested…..
no one (she)
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Embrace the pain, something fruitful may be coming after it.
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Wow.
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Thank you so much.
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Great write, like the way the ideas are expressed interesting blog🌻
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‘What does night eat after its done pleasing? Pleasure ends like that.’
Your poetry has hit me from out of nowhere today.
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Haha. It hit you so that means my poetry can do something.
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It sure can. There’s a lot of poetry out there, and yours suddenly came through the pack.
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Wow! So appreciate your words
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I am all good.
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The ending line was the grand finale of the poem.
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Thank you love❤️
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