Upon being asked "what makes you happy ?" I cannot think of anything else other than pictures which have captured a faraway memory I was smiling in. Because whenever my gaze slips on it, the time tends to stop there and my mind travels all the way down the memory lane, halting at that particular moment, reminding me that maybe cresent moons are adored only when hanging lose from the sky, and not when dwelling upon our lips. What makes you happy ?
Them eyes say it all, more than words could ever dare. All we need is the thoughtfulness to decipher that the lips that are dressed up in curves at the corners to look like a smile are just a glance below the eyes that are hanging lose with thoughts that hold the power to wipe that smile out forever.
to me, people always appeared more enticing moments before they left and I would scatter like dandelion's pollens sighting in them the distant sun that paints the sky in hues of a f a r e w e l l minutes before the sunset
/ minutes of farewell desire to watch my emotions imitate the sunset sky /
( yesterday's rain saved me from writer's block XD )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 11/June/'21 ( Friday ) 11:25 am
I look at you and the smile you struggle to rip off from your bellows-baked trachea isn't the first thing my eyes land upon . Rather , my gaze shadows at the calamitous stories clinging to your skin , at the corners of your mouth that don't twist well when your insides constrain you to smile and at the sighs that your lungs render homeless to inhabit the voids moulded by your tongue that refuses to utter a syllable.
Dams built on your eyelids overpowered by vapourising drops of grief – drowning my irises into the wrath of a cataclysmic saga – when my vision collides with your form and bleeds watching it striving to marinate into the rotting earth below , I watch you rubbing veils over all the scars scratched on your body – like meteors searching for a place where they can turn into flames . Orphaned whispers run down like shivers down your spine :
Yet , you fail to conceal the niches of the stigma mottled across the dips – the skin of your face plummets into – as if you're too determined to introduce to the world the putrescent epidermis layered upon your arteries – conducting currents of an unuttered catastrophe – like shreds of quilts tossed over a naked child dying slowly over a reckless street threatened by December.
Scandals will pound upon eardrums , mounting over hideous mumers reciting how your skin turned into a crumpled canvas for someone's explorations one day . Nevertheless , below a tranquilizing moon , your tears flee from a pair of collapsing eyelids , irrigating thorns of your blemishes and stinging them again .
Theories have it that this song comes into play when you're in love with someone who wishes to end their own life . Fortunately enough , I've never fallen prey to a situation like this , but this song ( especially the 'prologue mix' version ) is my safe place and has my whole heart and I've tried to write here exactly what this song potrayes . #butterfly_aa
This letter is for you ! I've named it " ' " , inspired by your post "THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW I LOVED BEFORE" . While writing , this made me realise how you're made out of the things you love you know ?
Happy birthday to you , you beautiful human . We adore you a lot ! It's the second time celebrating your b'day already . Hard to believe isn't ? Time really just flies by . Anyways , I hope we get to spend many more birthdays of yours like this together , and not only in Mirakee , but in real too someday . I've to make you noseless too , go for a rollercoaster ride afterwards and finally , ask you the same question over and over again : " ! ?" This is your gift from your purple fam . Hope you love it just the way we love you !
with half-term daddy promised my eventide for bringing back my summer, on overmorrow & nostalgia with numbered brio. On my fourteenth birthday, I welkin my hope upon poetry to attach an erstwhile this morn. I often tried to breathe, entirely evaporated exulansis which more often faltered my faults to write the yesterday with the snuggled nostalgia in verses.
desquamated outskirts over my crinkly palm, unravelling stifles under indispensable celluloid that mumma made on my sports day, whilst I was falling each step, losing myself. She was writing my fleeted innocence somewhere near that, N o s t a l g i a.
that birthday excitement lost as another feuillemort of this autumn,i hope scriptureint to write my yesterday when i had them as my summer to warm up my cold/mess with their jostle joy to write nostalgia.
You know I am always and always grateful for your presence , for all your love and support. You are really an angel , a gem ❤️ The way you care about me , understands me no one else does . You are the best... The bestest brother of this universe and being your sister is really really the most beautiful blessing. Thank you so much for always staying by my side... Thank you for giving me a new life ... Thank you for teaching me how to be selfless ... Thank you for loving me ,,,, Thank you for being my brother... I lovee youuu the most.. And I will always stay by your side promise ❤️