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 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.
Some people I see these days are like
broken paragraphs of my poetry
with a missing meter and inconsistent gravity
Detonation of disgust pits and addition of volatile
vodka stammers my insipid vision.
Half moon, half-blood, half mouth covered,
like a decomposition of the great Odyssey.
Some people these days are like
Vintage tributes( but unfamiliar, surreptitious).
With a bumblebee of summery sky,
they bite your pure coltish recently built home
Some people these days exists like this
till they tangle your knots into miseries.
-My valiant soul
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Run among the Autumn leaves. Run among your cascading bruises. The skin that is swollen now, the eyes which are full of jaundice, even if fingernails fall. Run.
Beneath the tree, under the valley, rub your scars, screech, shout, rub your scars again till you faint , naked facing the mirror of life.
To die or not to die, we all came to buy the bourbon once. The stale cracking lies you hold, the mask that you spit each day, dark, humid drums.
I carry in my mind, the eyelids yearning to be opened now. The electricity of sugar and salt concoction.
Take a pause. Survive. Ascend, Descend. Burn the walls like floating miseries.
Fall in Love with the fireworks inside your mind. Defeat. Put fog inside your collar bone, powder your dreams. Choose colours again. Red, mauvy red, Magenta.
Splash the cold water, like opening poetry lines, oh now you get me?
Run, Discover. This is life.
How many dark spots do you have,
Lizards and crocodile scream
to see you knitting lips on lips.
Papers mock your hubris hands
Ruffles and hibernation
In the planets of chivalry
in the swamp of lies
I see your lies and eyes,
A corrosion of rock.
I am a piece of molten clock
Your dark fingers are bait
like burning of ashes
Burial grounds smirk,
vicious cigars, vicious you
Discomfort intrudes my throat
with swollen ebbs of a horizon
I am a distorted voice
to see your insane games
I am more rapturous to
see you dying.
Between the crooked lines and my deaf poetry,
i hear raspberry bowl of emptiness swinging onto my anklet
the sourness, the bitterness
strike right here in the perimeter of earthly images,
a vague amplifier going berserk
silence, noises, screams, Pause.
I am a stained tea- coaster, resting on your blue table
i crave a coffin or a bed now, for I want to cease
till the season changes and my blood spills ink again.
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Forbid me from not inviting you to the dinner tonight,
The reservations are kept clean and precise
We shall make Spaghetti Arrabiata and will murmur talks.
Talks about new locality, a lamenting voice of new priests doing exorcism
Surrounding my pesky air, claps and thunder shall be mixed in your wine
A charcoal dust will caress your cheekbones, piquant games of truth and dare
A memoir, a brandishing clamour of naked bodies will dance
Time teaches time about the modals of life
and human bites time again and again.
I scream inch by inch like the wing of sparrow (Hush, hush, hush)
Needles revolve, this golden sundial stands frozen
Some say the truth, others are clowns well decorated in their own pits.
Forbid me from not inviting you to the dinner tonight.
-My Valiant Soul
trivial issues get reverence,
vital people ignored
the state of mind has lost its intoxication,
oh! I miss being the wild one around.