// Orchard of illusions bleed love and heartbreaks together into one colossal chaos.//
Opalescent love whispers the beauty of heartbreaks, sending solaced postcards to tormented stratum, of amalgamated vehemence and tangible thoughts freezing my forebrain.
I'm alone but not lonely, a vagabond rhyming with verses, 'cause watching that 70's show escapes me from outside world.
Solitude comforts me better than loneliness, mucilaginous thoughts holds my hand with depression as a gift, when paints dry and rain cries, I apologize to drowning dahlias in my ocean eyes.
I weep in a sunlit room where visitors are not allowed, when prosaic poems burns, my agonizing love turns into ashes, remnants of memories left unburnt, scratches out words from dead dictionary, with monochrome paintbrush of hope. ~gk
heartseaseI apologize to drowning dahlias in my eyes ~so poignant and heartfelt emotions crafted here
Indeed solitude and loving yourself is far better than being lonely, it makes one to stand up on their own feet and grow happiness within away from all the chaos. The beginning lines in thumbnail are stunning
lunarwolfThe way you weaved such intricate lines and tie those with such conviction along with top notch vocabulary. You really weave beautiful webs of imagery. Been a pleasuring reading you all this time. You really put your yall into your poetry. I appreciate that and you!
lunarwolfProfundity and such a great piece of depth into a comparison of crayons and ppl. It shows your a deep thinker and observant to the world around you. Ot shows in your poetry. Another amazing piece!
I don't know what's going wrong with me but I'm running out of time. Seriously, I wanted to read your post on time but I'm afraid that my behavior will end up being self-centered person on thus platform.
I adore your write-ups and generosity. I tenderly appreciate your words but still sinking in regrets of not reading you all. You've given me your precious time, thank youuu.
I wholeheartedly read you all on time, I'll try my best.
Two roads diverged in the yellow woods, If I could, then I would choose that road, Leading itself to a world, Where all malediction breaks its chains, Where racism walls of hatred falls, Where narrow-mindedness extricate the veil, Where tyranny speaks its pains.
Two roads diverged in the yellow woods, If I could, then I would choose that road, Leading itself to an azure sphere, Where lives matters the most, Where clemency wipes away the tears, Where love comes from gratis, Where happiness sings a melodious saga.
Oh ! Please hold on, This delusional moment might make you feel void, Trapping your thoughts in the cage, Appearing to be doorless, Leaving you in an amaze. Oh ! Please hold on.
Oh ! Please hold on, This nanosecond might thrill you with tremor of unease, Making your fingers incapable to hold your vibrating pen, Resonating to pour the enchanting spell. Oh ! Please hold on.
Oh ! Please hold on, This achromic instant might leave you with dearth of words, Muting your inner voice, Ceasing the elixir of bleeding ink, Abandoning you with nothing as everything. Oh ! Please hold on.
Before my thought process ceases, I want to know if it's curse or malediction, That led me to suffer this, A pain that I can't even remember in the next second.
Vanishing of this acetylcholine amazes me, If you can rob all my will, That I need to be alive, A transient phase that take me to the grave, Even if I don't embrace it.
It's not less than dying every second, When you forget every second, prior to it, And even forgetting that I am dying in a while.
It's hurting when I forget all those happy times, The caregivers and the love of my life, Scares me up all the time, The vacant space left for the missing memories of the past, Just like the scattered pieces of puzzle all around.
(~ Here, I tried to ink up the notions of person suffering from Alzheimer....)
ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE = A progressive disease that destroys memory and other important mental functions. Brain cell connections and the cells themselves degenerate and die, eventually destroying memory and other important mental functions.
To some it's entirety of vehemence, To some it's just squandered words.
To some it's the unabridged talking point, To some it's just the matter of perception. . . . The gist of the perception is the varying believes of a person which is contrasting from individual to individual. So, surmising about one's intellect is not in your hands. . . @_gk_07