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!
"This lake reminds me of Veronica,her blue ocean eyes and the sparkle in them whenever she would sit by the lake. I feel her here more than anywhere else. Her cerulean eyes would calm the convulsing waves and her chuckle would paralyze the swirling ripples.Her rage would bring tides to her knees and her tears would commence typhoons where they fall.
She would pen about tragedies and heartbreaks all the time sitting there and I would grumble and groan. I used to ruminate on the amount of anguish she had stored in the cracks of her heart and the way desolation manifested itself in the full stops, pauses and semicolons of her rhymes.
I wanted her to scribble fairy tales and poems that carried my essence , stories that had happy endings. Instead , she would jot down some bleak metaphors and impotent hyperboles that would bring the reader's eyes in tears.
And now after all this time, I think she was fair. She wanted me to rescue her from the gloom that was shredding her skin and consuming her bones. She wanted me to just sit there silently and decoupage the ironies of her tales until the day the waves carried her away..... "
I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and it crumbled in my hands, tainting my cuticle teal with the leaked melancholy and vehement tears;
Where the sunlight pierced my skin, sunflowers rooted the burns, bleeding cloudy lacerations that mirrored his smirk,
Where the diaphanous droplets of debauchery overflowed his lacrimals, like the two clouds that collided and poured all the murk, My pupils knitted the dreams of chastity like the immenseness of the ether unaltered by the miniscule fragments of life;
Where the specks of twilight puckered his face, I drained his darkness and transfused it to saturate my voids ;
But all that I have been left with is a handful of sky, His sun-kissed letters that weep goodbye!
An echoing cavity submerged in gloom, Dreary chambers of this dusky room, Shimmering green with the laden moss, Untouched memories, tucked up thoughts; Ripped up curtains, rusted railings, Staring souvenirs, reverberating ceiling, Summoning me to untangle the knots, And take a voyage to my past;
An aging box embedded in web, Caught my sight of all the rest, Vintage hues and faded silhouette, How my fate wove an abstruse mesh, Throbbing heart opened the mess, And lost the way to the button named suppress;
A faded photograph of long lost mother Holding hands of my brother, Triggered my senses to fight Numbed up conscience teared to plight, The frilly frock she presented on my birthday, Glistering it's shine to this very day , The heavy heart that stored it away, Shouting vainly," why didn't you stay?"
-ANSHIKA // How some children store their gloomy past in the farthest corners of their childhood, No box is strong enough to hold those memories //
I tried abstract this time. I know it's weird and complicated but I hope it'll give you hope. I know it's not easy to smile these days but maybe pretence will become real someday. So smile my dears, for me, for your loved ones, for your worthy self.
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There's a time when you want to escape the gravity due to stacking up problems that would drag you down everytime, you want to breathe freely. But don't let these awful and parlous hours to decide the conclusions. 'cause you're the centre of universe and the world spins around you. So, let your flame of hope and spirit of dove guide you to the heights of success and achievements.
I’m learning to make things nice for myself. Slowly building myself a home with things I like. Colors that calm me down, a plan to follow when things get dark, a few people I try to treat right. I don’t sometimes, but it’s my intent to do so. I’m learning.I’m learning to make things nice for myself. I’m learning to save myself.
--Today, write a poem or prose about things you are learning--