babelbombs

I am here and I am not.

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  • babelbombs 81w

    Oh darling, open wounds
    heal with tears

    and alcohol


    Find your corner
    and let them
    roll out

    one mem'ry
    at a time.


    Connect the tears
    a decade
    later

    wounds heal
    hearts
    and mutate

    the word of love.


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  • babelbombs 134w

    .
    Oftentimes, it sickens me
    to watch people bask in their
    flaws
    because they have been told
    and reminded
    several times
    how beautiful their flaws are,
    completely and mindlessly desisting,
    even the slightest inclination,
    to improve upon themselves,
    using their flaws as a shield
    to lazily duck from constructive criticism.
    Your flaws are great.
    But what kind of flaws
    are we talking about here?
    Don't accept what you truly feel
    you need to change.
    The answer to this feeling
    can only come from within.
    Introspect. Meditate.
    Seek help.
    Rise above the goddamn hypocrisy.
    Understand what's toxic, for self
    and for people around you.
    Be better.

    Bb

  • babelbombs 148w

    Most days, I feel like a complete fraud
    Preaching, but never practising.
    Maybe, I yearn for a better world for you
    Maybe, I love you more than me.

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  • babelbombs 153w

    I thought there was no need
    for any space
    between you and me.
    Little did I know,
    when I got too close
    how you chose this space
    over me.




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  • babelbombs 163w

    Words hit harder than swords.

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  • babelbombs 163w

    Fleeting happiness is the most dangerous.

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  • babelbombs 171w

    Tell me darling, do you understand me?
    You scan my every ounce
    And manage to stutter a compliment
    I like flowers
    You bring me sunflowers
    That die on my workstation
    And you know, I cannot see things die
    Bring me a potted succulent instead
    It'll save me from constantly pampering it
    And yet won't wither
    What if humans were this way?
    Independent. Confident. Tenacious.
    I like red
    Like the red on the rose
    Or the red of my lipstick
    Which smudges most nights, leaving bites
    The reds I don't like
    It's not passion. It's painful and patronising
    I like chocolates
    You bring me some everyday
    The milky ones and the white ones that you like
    You make a list of all the things I like
    Barely asking me of their varieties
    I like rock,
    And when I say rock, I mean Queen and Zeppelin and GnR
    You've lost me in the age you try so desperately to fit in
    You've lost me in the Instagram posts that show how mushy our relationship is
    You've lost me in the belt buckle bulging out from your pants
    And your pouts that make you a cellphone screen stopper
    You sing the latest songs that make no sense
    The ones with more abuses spewing staccato-like in all of 3 minutes
    You mumble lyrics whose meanings are deeper than the swimming pool you jump shirtless in, just to ace a few boomerangs
    You hum to tunes that you know I like
    But I know you won't ever understand them.
    Tell me darling, do you understand me?
    Or do you just enjoy the melody?

    Bb

  • babelbombs 172w

    I've always grown up listening to Country
    But, life's hurling EDMs at me
    How do you expect me to dance to it
    Or sing to it
    Or simply, go with the flow
    When I don't fucking understand it.

    Bb

  • babelbombs 173w

    An attempt at haiku. #writersnetwork

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    Too proud to accept
    guilt. So I apologise,
    anonymously.

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  • babelbombs 174w

    I try my best not to attach memories to songs
    That warrants their immortality.

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