A blue attack

Blue, blue.
My hands leak blue crooked blood.
I tried suicide today.
Walked like a ghost/ a melancholy boiler.

a house that leaks.
wax statues going bizarre.
Bizarre like dissolving inside my hollow stomach.
i am here.
i am there.
A loop of curve, falling on the equinox.
burn this society inside my mouth
i wish death today.
I wish pain to kill my pain today.
blue, blue, this body.
tiptoeing through bones of fumes.
A zebra. A succulent spiral canvas.

Paint it dead.

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

41 thoughts on “A blue attack”

  10. My dear friend

    as the spirit is eternal it cannot be killed, but more pain will come even when we kill ourselves – we will come out of the frying pan and into the fire… there is no way to escape, but killing oneself will make the situation worse – try to look deeply in yourself where the troubles are and get some help as well – there is also a reason behind why people have to suffer – as everything is connected as cause and effect, death does not stop the consequences of our thoughts, words and deeds that is why we have to balance them under the cosmical horizon. When we have weaknesses in our life we have to do our best to overcome them, to face our problem, they will come again and again otherwise until we have solved them, overcome them. Get all your courage dear friend to be better than your fear. Fight your problems today, not tomorrow, be aware of them and you will find a good solution – once you have overcome them, your heart will smile again.

    By the way, you are writing beautiful poems, so take your positive sides and give more attention to them and less attention to negative thoughts.

    God may bless you and help you
    From heart to heart
    Didi

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  13. Just as beautiful these words are, they are too believable that I’m a little concerned for you now. Hope you’re doing well and hope it was one of the results of your poetic soul finding a vent for the depressed feelings and nothing serious.

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  14. We all are built on pain and you understand it profoundly than anyone I have met before. You find strength in words and they will find solace in you. Life is parasitic, we all are symbiotic in a way, Love and hugs, Devika.

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  15. I tryed suicide once…. ya

    I went vegan for 2 weeks…

    worst life ever!

    as always great writes!

    now let me read over your stuff agian

    and break out my Websters dictionary…

    I swear your are I am your biggest fan!!

    keep writing!👍😃

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  16. Holy shit!!! You gave me goosebumps . I hope it’s fiction.
    Pain has a strange characteristic. Someone inflicts it . Then you put all effort to get it out of system , but in the process you start mothering pain.

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