i am white & floaty like clouds.
thick sheets of molasses.
Old lavender strings hanging on my chest.
i am a convex memory of wax.
flashback of old days speak to me,
like vintage numbers,
vintage photos,
vintage walls & laughters.
i have a thing with people.
i mark and eat them along with the spaces.
completely. Bones. ashes. all in me,
as i create my nausea myself
dripping down my red lips.
i create and dissolve.
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No one has commented. Blasphemy!!!
Dare I say no one writes introspective poetry as beautiful, raw, and inspiring as you do.
You appear to have a natural talent for this. This poem is a perfect example of how it should be done.
This was wonderful MVS.
Please continue to inspire us.
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And a lovely feedback from A!
Thank you, actually I wrote this only a couple of minutes ago and yeah people are more into insta probably? Well who cares!
I am glad you read it. Thank you for delightful words.
🙏
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Yeah.
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Nice shoulder.
Stay inspired MVS.
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This is one of my favorite things ever.
That I’ve ever read actually. 😍
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Brilliant as usual. You never fail to deliver. What wonderful phrases you have in here. And the word vintage repeated. Just love it!
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❤️❤️❤️
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❤️
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Raw and compelling.
Just love the power of this.
Just love it.
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…. sobbing in corner…….
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Very nice poem
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The way you ended. This poem is stitched in my memory!💕
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Love you.
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I create and dissolve,, oh how I always fall in love with your writings.
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There is gore, naked and flesh exposed yet there is love ❤️
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There is gore, nakedness with exposes flesh, yet there is love ❤️❤️
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You made me dissolve in memories, madam 🙂
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In poetry we can write on sad things, happy things, memories, emotions, nature, all most anything. I guess that’s the beauty of poetry 🙂
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Yeah so true
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Beautiful poem. I love your words and imagery.
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Honored 🙏
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I create and dissolve is tricky – maybe you meant you create poetry or emotions by revisiting your memories. It’s tough 🙂
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Pivot of the piece was ” i mark and eat them ….” That line justified title aptly. A high point of the piece.
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Thanks!
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You could have said only this and thunder would’ve roared:
“i have a thing with people.
i mark and eat them along with the spaces.
completely. Bones. ashes. all in me,
as i create my nausea myself
dripping down my red lips.
i create and dissolve.”
You are a master at what you do, Devika.
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Oh tre,
I am at this terrible mind state and your words helped me a lot.
I love you dear friend.
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You… “take it fifteen minutes at a time.” Love and peace and blessings to you. 💙
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Nice lovely share! Powerful poem! Loved it completely 🌿💖
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🙏🙏
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😮 wow. It so raw, intense and amazing
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Thanks girl
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My pleasure
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❤️❤️
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That’s a wild human in you.
I loved it.
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Thanks!
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Your poetry is like perfectly stitched garments, sewn lovingly with a skilled hand. How well you create images and create moments that leave me sighing.
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That’s nice. It’s beauty in the eye of beholder too.
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Yes, it is.
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This is again a marvel from you. I love how you define that we all are made of memories and we end up being a part of the memory. Loved it Devika.
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