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 Aug 2023 tree
3
this feeling is not
symbiotic: you reduce
my core to nothing
at least i am something (ashes) and at least you are happy
i am molded symbiose!
m.b.d forever
 Oct 2021 tree
ranveer joshua
April in Dublin signifies not only a time and place, yet a feeling. A feeling of the brisk morning air, woven into the intricacy of light, sparse rainfall; enough to coat the blooming leaves on Ailesbury Road in droplets of dew. Tiny puddles form in between the cracks of the ancient cobblestone road, drowning the lush moss – basil in colour – that once grew in its place. As dawn makes her presence, the radiant sunlight peeks through the branches of the Sycamore trees, originally sheltering the lane from the indecisiveness of Irish weather. The earthy scent of petrichor emanates from St. Stephen’s Green, while the putrid scent of damp cigarette stubs race to reach the nostrils first. Petals of blush cherry blossoms gracefully fall to the asphalt path, with some caressing tender skin with its velvet touch. In the afternoon, St. Patrick’s Cathedral echoes in Church Latin, whilst the cars pass – with their bellowing engines – on The Coombe, pacifying the hum of pedestrian chatter that cohabitate simultaneously. As cloudy skies fade to a blue dusk, the lights jig the River Liffey; its yellow reflection moving with the waves. Crowds drunkenly skip along the quay, singing old Celtic hymns off key, while also digesting the sweet, caramelized, mild bitterness of Guinness – the finest of Irish stout beer. At the end of the day, the night retires to her slumber, anticipating newer ordinary, yet sensational experiences that May will bring along.
inspired by my favourite author, sally rooney.
 Feb 2021 tree
Kim Denise
11:11
 Feb 2021 tree
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 Sep 2020 tree
m
deja vu
 Sep 2020 tree
m
the better part of last-minute
and i spend it staring at your lips;
the poems spill out of your mouth
and stain my hand-me-down rug;
as if our brokenness is compatible,
my masochism needs company
and you are eager to disappoint.
the tongues and whispers of secrets
in a cyclical nature; i have been here before.
the familiarity the fear the focus:
the fallacy of finding love in an empty heart.
please
 Aug 2020 tree
ghost queen
one yes
 Aug 2020 tree
ghost queen
i only need 1 yes
from a 1000 noes
as a writer, i get so many rejection letters, but when you get that ONE, it is ecstasy
 Aug 2020 tree
ghost queen
avalon
 Aug 2020 tree
ghost queen
a windless summer eve
a golden sun sets to sleep
leaves fall from the trees
a love story lost in memories
your lips no longer mine to kiss
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