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PsyDuck I wait on my fix, I'm a poetry junkie- Charles Bukowski

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  • namia28 54w

    Do not look for love in my writeups
    You won't find it
    I buried it alongside my last relationship
    I'm unable to think of moons and stars and roses and honey when I think of love
    All it reminds me of the terrible ache and the emptiness that accompanied me on my solo nights
    Tears falling like pearls on my lap
    I've given so much to love that I can't bear it anymore
    Because when love doesn't give back what you give to it
    Your heart turns stone cold in the process
    So much so that the next time I got flowers on my doorstep I buried them in the backyard
    Right next to the scraps of promises he had whispered in my ears
    Do not look for love in my writeups
    I've burnt all the remainders
    And swallowed mouthful of ashes
    Choked my own mouth so I couldn't scream his name
    My heart is still healthy and beating strong
    It just doesn't beat for no one but me.
    ©namia28

  • namia28 54w

    I need to rebuild myself
    In a way that gives new life to my bones
    I have become too comfortable in my skin
    And it's not thick enough anymore
    It absorbs artefacts undesirable and harmful to my core
    forms an abusive relationship with my wounds
    And shuns any efforts to heal
    It's time to begin the process of debridement
    It'll be painful
    It'll make me bleed
    but the blood will be the soil for new roots,
    roots to hold me secure to the ground while I soar the skies
    and pursue my passion
    I am ready for my reincarnation.

    -Aiman

  • namia28 54w

    Give me the beginners
    The novices, the amateurs
    The timid ones
    thumping hearts within flail chests
    the ones thrust into the playing field with no experience whatsoever
    Give me the real deal
    Give me the ones at the back
    The lost amidst the crowd
    Chapped lips and bitten nails
    Unkempt hair and unmade bed
    Give me raw love
    Give me swollen hearts and bleeding knees
    Give me the last ones in the line
    Give me the failed and the fallen

    I'm sick of the perfectionism around me.

    -Aiman

  • namia28 54w

    when death comes

    when death comes
    all of us want to go quickly,
    painlessly
    all of us want what only some us would achieve
    by virtue of sheer luck
    and nothing but luck
    while we fight over scraps of money or property or
    control or
    ideology or
    purity of race.

    -Aiman

  • namia28 54w

    words oppressors want us to use (they don't want to be shamed, you know)

    I'm sorry
    excuse me
    Will you please?
    Do you mind If I..?
    Forgive me...
    I apologise..
    I didn't mean to..
    Of course, I understand

    -Aiman

  • namia28 54w

    Bukowski's Laughing Heart In A Conflict Zone

    Your life is your life
    Don't let it be clubbed into dank submission
    Be on the watch
    There are ways out
    Unless you're born on the wrong side of the line
    And your life becomes cheaper than a pair of shoes
    Your soul sold for a promotion, a rank
    Or two million
    Where mothers wish they'd die before they watch their boys killed in cold blood
    And daughters hope their fathers would come home
    Not knowing in which mass grave they lie rotting
    Yeah, there are ways out
    But not for everyone
    There are some places in this world
    Where the moment you're born
    A bullet is set aside with your name on it
    And there's no way out.

    -Aiman

  • namia28 55w

    What Robert Frost Probably Meant

    Some say the world will end in fire
    Some say in ice
    I say the only thing left over
    Would be either a pile of ashes
    Or an ocean of frozen dreams
    And no one left to hear the screams
    of forgotten cries and hollow eyes
    Devastating crimes of mighty and high
    Might as well end the world, Lord
    I see no redemption for the human kind.

    -Aiman

  • namia28 55w

    8.01.2021

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    Fear

    There's a house across the street from ours
    Purple in color
    Of late I've been noticing it a lot
    It's not like it didn't have a saffron flag before
    It's just they got a new one, quite bigger
    Inscribed with the three most common, and scary words spoken in my country these days.
    Is genocide coming home?
    ©namia28

  • namia28 55w

    4.01.2021

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    Bukowski

    On my bedside you'd always find a Bukowski
    A bookmark carefully marking the last poetry I read
    The man was a mad genius
    He appeals to my insanity.
    ©namia28

  • namia28 56w

    1.01.2021

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    There's a special type of helplessness
    that engulfs you
    that moment when you realise you can't save everyone
    even though you want to
    and you try hard
    but there'll always be more homeless than you can create shelter for
    And more children will go to sleep hungry than you can feed
    And fathers who would never return from war
    And mothers who would die giving birth
    Leaving behind haunting eyes and empty bellies
    And you want to pull your hair out at the agony of it all
    You curse God
    pray to the same God again
    For salvation
    And respite
    And you come back home tired
    cold
    Climb into your comfortable bed
    Then remember you've got pills to pop
    And a therapist's appointment tomorrow
    You've got to save yourself too.
    ©namia28