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  • anshikainks 1w

    Who am I ?

    My fertile soul is a home
    Many crave dead heads upon ,
    Mistake goddess for no good ,
    The colour of my womb is
    No grey , the patches on my dried
    Lips are no mistake ,

    I sip my nostalgia in bottles,
    And I puke out his love ,
    I am no monster ,
    A girl ,
    A nice girl,
    Who hasn't been treated right,
    Someone stole her skies,
    And she is all dark now ,
    And you mistake her for doom ,

    What if I tell you I wanna die ,
    Will you cry if I show you my tarnished
    Sky?
    -Anshika ��♥️

    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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  • anshikainks 3w

    C o l o u r l e s s but O c t o b e r

    I love tucked spectrums
    Grey scales and faded monochromes
    Caffeinated whites on camouflaged blacks
    And cloaked letters in the lap of October,

    Ceased hues and opaque vision,
    Apostrophes stitched on October's spine,
    Odourless perfumes , collarbones of narcissists,
    Allegories of broken bottles of wine,

    Glossed sins on window platters ,
    Hand made love on off shore papers ,
    Poetry from Sylvia Plath's marbles,
    October rhymed on me/

    -Anshikainks����
    I love October ��
    #pod #wod #start
    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    I am back :)
    Will read you guys super soonnnnnnn!

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    ©anshikainks

  • anshikainks 6w

    H E ♥️

    He tastes like apricity, lifeless rain
    And unreciprocated love , with
    Daisies and bruises planted on his
    Chest like swept Pain , he smells of
    Tacenda and unsaid I -love-you's;

    Like bittersweet novels and torn
    Love letters knitted on freckles ,
    He shines as moonlit rivers on
    Dead dates ,speaking ancient romance
    And a pluviophile's diary ;

    He paints poems and mizzle songs,
    About stars and me ,but never confesses,
    Maybe he wants me to break his heart,
    So we both can be poets !
    -A N S H I K A inks
    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #wod #senses#pod

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  • anshikainks 9w

    T Y P E W R I T E R

    Rusted radioes and washed out vintages
    Mirroring the nostalgic witnesses of first kisses,
    Out-dated playlists still on loop with my tongue
    Syncing with the lyrics,

    Sour lies pinned with needles on the stains of bed sheets, and empty wine glasses pouring almosts on the brims of last meets,

    Hung photo frames with broken glasses deciphering the in between(s) of my rhymes ,
    A pen and a paper to write on, perhaps a typewriter, to sketch the words and play pantomimes!

    -Anshikainks
    #recipe #wod #pod
    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    Thank u for the repost WN����

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  • anshikainks 9w

    Promises better Unkept ��

    You promised that won't be the last goodbye,
    While you were painting sunsets on the canvas of shivered skies,
    While my fingers drew broken gypsies on the melted seashores,
    Foraging for the sand castles that got washed away to the lovers next doors;

    Under the maples whose shadows cradle inside my auburn hair ,
    And the 11.11 wishes etched on the lines of my palm like distinct constellations,
    I still cherish that we share the same Moon, the same stars and the same Universe !��

    -Anshikainks

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    I'll read you all soon. Really sorry ����

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  • anshikainks 11w

    ᗰOOᑎᗷOᗯᔕ

    Driving by the moon,
    Through the shadows of the night ,
    Thinking about you
    And how my cicatrices shine under the
    Moonbows as Van Gogh's empyrean ,
    Where the fickle stars breeding lucid
    Memories, crack open holes in the
    Universe and stained rainbows peep
    Through the eyes of broken skies;

    How you turned colourblind to the roses
    Tucked on my collarbone, but
    Complained of the thorns giving you scars
    How you nestled daylight in your chest
    And weaved poiesis in the dark,
    You but ask what makes a great poet
    Although you portray your own broken heart
    As a piece of art!

    -Anshikainks

    #color #wod
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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  • anshikainks 12w

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    The pus oozing from
    The brims of your
    Rufescent tongue,
    As a faux kaleidoscope
    Shamming beguiling mayhem
    Rotting hydrangeas on thy palate;

    Sheathing tones of tons of
    Nude contours, distorting thy
    Nasal division ,
    Where the dyes of your
    Blood and gore perfectly hold
    Your lips,
    Mix with my flavour ;

    My thoughts prancing around
    The perfect frills of your schmutter ,
    Sink into your groundless saliva
    Indeed a library of novels
    about love ,
    Playlist of murders and lust;

    And your mouth reads,"True love stories don't have endings,
    I correct, " The beginning of a story is destined to end to fix betwixt the two tufts of skin - thy lips! "

    -ᴬⁿˢʰⁱᵏᵃⁱⁿᵏˢ
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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  • anshikainks 13w

    S P R I N G

    Isn't spring supposed to be
    All freesias and no weeds?
    But for me, it's just dead
    Tulips tapered on my naked
    Shoulders or drowning lotuses
    Gasping for air, where the
    Basking sunflowers burn in
    Repugnance and cedar tops
    Nestle my seclusion;

    Barren deserts breed
    Pale roses, crescent voids
    House cactuses, fragile
    Bouquets rot on my doormat
    And embers embellish my
    Garden's heart;

    My hands save some colors
    For the sunset, probably
    Pitch black paint brushes
    To draw my mind's muses on
    The canvas of withered leaves
    And fallen flowers, where I
    Dance to the halcyon time
    When wilted petals started
    To bloom with the slightest
    Touch of my rhymes /


    -A N S H I K A����

    #wod#spring#pod#start
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Also you can follow my new page for poetry -Anshikainks on instagram ����

    Thank you for EC ��(6)

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  • anshikainks 14w

    Poetry fits my knuckles
    As a hymn to a restless vagabond,
    A tender home to hurricanes
    Before dawn, till I uhtceare
    And start painting panegyrics
    On whiskey or rum,

    Melted doldrums and dregs of
    Scribbled eternities mock my
    Vitriolic rhymes,
    Dead autumns await the forthcoming
    Catastrophe of resurrecting pantomimes
    That kiss my graveyard's dykes

    Deceased constellations
    orbit my Cadaver, rejuvenating stars
    Elflock my epitaph's lines,
    Begrimed quills wrapped into
    Wads of derision
    garnish my corpse's shrine!

    -A N S H I K A


    #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #oldenglish

    Words used - uhtceare
    And elflock

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  • anshikainks 14w

    He paints saffron skylines
    through the edges of his eyes
    with dead birds
    hovering over the horizon's blood,
    where pale rainbows
    die on the water's cheeks
    and the boats carrying
    the ashes of life
    tumble over ocean beds

    The sky merges
    Into the shades of grey
    and the sand digs
    the voids of seas
    petrichor chokes
    the tranquility of waves
    and lust begets cataclysmic rain,

    Ripples breathe their last on
    beaches' hourglass
    and fireflies steal the night's stars
    moon weaves mangata on floors
    where parachutes catch fires
    and melt doves and moths
    with a candle's heart and
    lovers burn in meteor's sparks!

    -A N S H I K A

    #pun (maybe) #wod #pod
    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    Thank u for EC(5)����
    My first ever pod ��������couldn't be
    happier thank-you so much @miraquill
    Thank you for the kind repost @writersnetwork

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