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  • finch_ 17w

    #poetssayc maybe... :")...


    #monostich





    . Not that good...

    21.09.21

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    As the poets say,
    at the end
    they turn into poetry


    they wrote.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 17w

    Tried to write a feeling...

    Something I felt.
    Felt what??
    Yet to know.

    A moment.



    #yettoknowc (not sure; maybe)

    18.09.21

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    The beginning was
    as an introvert
    In a basket of
    sunflowers,
    And the ending was
    as an extrovert
    roaming around
    the streets of
    solitude.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 17w

    .


    #combination


    Tell me my mistakes.

    This is totally senseless...
    Just wanted to write something.

    .
    17.09.21

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    WHAT DIED BEFORE DEATH

    my life which is hungry of dying
    Or dying you who is thirsty of life.

    Graveyards; not of soil
    or the soil ;not graveyard.

    Peace you got after war
    Or war you fought for peace.

    The life of a beggar who wants
    Everything and get nothing.
    or
    The life of a rich man who wants
    nothing and get everything.

    What died before death?

    Your life of 7 minutes
    Or
    Your life of 80 years.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 18w

    .


    #start #wod

    #brokennessc (perhaps)

    16/09/2021

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    Is there an answer in those blank pages
    Answer of the question that I never asked.
    I lick my thoughts and they become poison,
    I seek brokenness and I get love.
    I'm sad, so I write.
    I suffer, so I gulp bravery.
    I'm mad, so I puke Art.
    I'm incomplete, so complete.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 18w

    #writingc





    Tried to write something and ended up writing this...!!!

    15.09.21

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    Yesterday I became a poem, I saw 7 sunsets in a day, And drank 5 of them, I stole a hundred emotions and killed half of them, I was born 56 times yesterday And was ready , To be read 57th time. today I tried to kill myself 29th time and died for the 30th time.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 18w

    ..


    14/09/21


    #dewdrop #wod

    Just wanted to write something.
    And again I scribbled something senseless.

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    Oh loneliness
    I'm
    F
    A
    L
    L
    I
    N
    G
    like a dewdrop
    I grabbed my pen
    I wrote a poetry.

    Oh, my poetry gone mad
    It's
    D A
    N C
    I N G
    On graveyards.

    Oh death
    Death is in love with my poetry,
    I'm
    D
    Y
    I
    N
    G
    Let, me bleed a new poem.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 18w

    Totally SENSELESS.
    #start #wod

    13.09.21

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    When music dies
    My bones sing
    the songs of melancholy
    and scream some tales
    of tragedy.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 18w

    Tell me if it's senseless,

    #senses #livingc

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    A poet
    that
    lives in
    a cage
    and
    create
    a world
    inside it,
    grey clouds
    and
    the fields of poetries,
    houses that
    look like the
    canopy of
    nightmares,
    and
    the river
    of ink.
    food that tastes
    too salty like
    sweat,
    Eagles that
    sound like
    black crows,
    and
    the brown
    earth
    that smell
    like the
    pages of
    old books.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 18w

    Your eyes
    looks like the
    crescent moon,
    They smell like
    some old rains,
    And taste like
    the burning sun,
    they sounds like
    a roar of lion,
    and they beautify
    my pain.
    ©finch_

  • finch_ 19w

    08/09/21

    4:31 pm

    Wednesday.

    #tletterc

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    Dear future self,

    I hope you're happy or maybe sad.
    But you know in past you endured a lot and you've been strong for so long.
    You fought with yourself as your negativity was your enemy.
    And you still can.
    Don't let people to control you. Don't trap in web of this society.
    You... My future self YOU,
    You lived in a very bad society.. But you tried to fly.
    Many things you did wrong.. But most of them was right.
    You, You are waiting for someone maybe.. You did in your past too.
    You cried.,
    There were many things inside you.,
    In just age of 13.
    And
    There were thousands of emotions in you.
    And People Praise you on social media
    But In real.
    You always wanted a pretty face , Perfect body, And good looks.
    But you know,
    Life is too short for doing this.
    (so don't do this again)
    Somehow these things made you more ugly with heart.
    But you have to be pure.
    Be strong
    Keep fighting
    Be kind
    Be sincere
    Be BRAVE
    Be confident.
    And
    Love yourself.
    Because you deserve a lot.
    Maybe in future... your heart is broken as you loved someone in past ,
    But, Know that,
    You can, Make it right.
    Fight for yourself.
    Don't let yourself ruin.
    And remember
    That
    You are
    BRAVE enough.

    From
    Your present self.