#lockdownblues

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  • tokingbetweenthelines 17w

    Stoned at night, with music and memories beside me.
    #stoned #high #lockdown #lockdownblues #stoner

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    The walls reverberate to Endors Toi.
    I'm reading the collected works of Ginsberg
    between bouts of dozing
    in red eyed delirium.
    I think I overdid it.
    'Moloch! the man who got me
    higher than the sky!'
    I reminisce
    of the last time I left India,
    standing beside the Atlantic and
    dreaming of the end of times,
    sipping on zero calorie Coca Cola
    and breathing cool, clean air
    that tasted like the sea.
    This memory is all that remains
    of the best of times.
    It's no wonder I can't remember yesterday at all,
    or the month before,
    or the year before.
    ©tokingbetweenthelines

  • flaming_waves 67w

    The days call for some touch
    but you're not here anymore
    My hands crave to run down your lips,
    your chest, your back, your thighs...
    But you're not here anymore
    your contact remains intact in my phone
    but you're not here anymore
    the windows on the metro reflect
    my guilt as the atmosphere whispers
    your name in my ears
    He's gone, but here you are
    rotting on the thought of him.
    i still glance when your stop arrives.
    maybe you'll be there waiting for
    my hands to run down your lips,
    your chest, your back and your thighs again...
    but then the doors close and the platform
    moves away from me once more.
    maybe one day I'll realise that it's all over,
    that my name is going to remain a bitter memory
    in your contacts,
    that you're never coming back,
    that you're not here for me anymore.

    ©flaming_waves

    #pod #mirakee #miraquill #lockdownblues #rainbowseriescompleted
    None of the background images on my feed are mine. Have borrowed them from Google.

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    Lockdown Blues

  • flaming_waves 67w

    where do we, the forgotten ones, go?
    where is our home?
    where do we belong?
    do we only exist like dust particles in the air
    that once settled is dusted off?
    Brushed away to fly to another land,
    another surface to believe we can stick on to
    till again we are swept away and
    remain a subject of distress to
    the ones we believe are our people,
    our belongings
    our home
    Tell me then,
    where do we belong?
    where is our home?
    where do we, the forgotten ones, go?

    ©flaming_waves

  • flaming_waves 67w

    walls built on
    a garden of youth,
    an emptiness

    ©flaming_waves

  • tigress_writes 71w

    I am starting to get jealous of the freedom of birds lol�� #lockdownblues, I guess��
    #randomthoughts �� roughly written...
    #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @writerstolli #ceesreposts #yaminireads @mirakee
    #June20_musings
    ~Image credits to rightful owner

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    Through my caged cocoon, I watch the birds fly.
    I envy those mocking birds, soaring fearlessly over the bleeding sky.
    The morning breeze tauntingly touches my skin,
    And my eyes gnaw at the sight,
    Of those flock of feathers, freely fluttering over taverns.
    I await the day, in desperation, when I'll join their flight over a clear sky.