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Never
I look at the sky letting
the azure dive into
the two gazing holes
of my face
straight into my soul.
I look at the sky seeing
you, not looking back.
I will remind myself
as the blue blur swirls
inside of me that
your eyes could not see
me and the blue
washing and the blur
fogging and the swirl
nauseating.
I look at the sky leaving
you wandering some specific
place where I could never raid.
And I will let the sun rise
flooding me in glow
and I will stop my eyes
from wandering at you
looking away.
And I will, and I will,
and you won’t.
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winter's coming
the sizzling summer exhaled
puffs of mini yet myriad
hugs,
like falling feathers,
they danced in the air
tickling my skin
with diamond drops;
a haze of golden warmth
caressing me
continuously.
the brownish, yellowish
confetti forever dying
before they rested still on
those damp, barren grounds
harvesting secrets
whispered in the air thick
with earthy glitters
and cremating thoughts
of lonely births
and lonely cries
and lonely beds.
the call of colours
of life and childhood,
dulcet like dreams
so resonating, and
the buds of May
warm and virgin
from those curious
nostrils
all racing to reach me
as the hands of the wildest breezes
bend over offering flowers
and promises
of efflorescence.
but winter returns
in looming storm clouds
and howling wolves
for the water girl.
waving
gripping
pulling
blueness
enveloping her
in shivers and in
invisible arrows
penetrating into the bones
and lungs.
falling
a free fall
head first
sun-kissed, mellow, and redolent
into an echoing
pitch-black
nothingness
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or maybe just a hug
speechless
as my eyes
study details and
imperfections.
my nose won’t stop
breathing you in
as your gone-purple
lips busy themselves
kissing the once more
endless cigarettes,
and that gut feeling…
I have your eyes
– I won’t see but you
in the mirror
like a shadow
standing behind me
your golden skin
– I won’t feel you
just like the day
you lied beneath
a shield of glass
your ambition
– I won’t reach you
for if I do
I won’t exist.
I’ve loved you
to the moon and
back and
i’ve missed you
beyond the infinity.
can you see me?
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Removed
Falling down
my mental stairs
getting lost
amid voices
constant, ever present –
like tinnitus
while laying
strapped in bed
dreaming pitch black;
hearing white noise.
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No Alpaca
I am no alpaca I don't
keep framed memories
by my nightstand
or hang them on those cracked
walls with clumsy
stairways.
I stumble and I
fall and I only
know the touch of
my own hand
against the shaken
banisters.
I am no alpaca I don’t
need warmth on my
shaking hands I fancy
my fancy gloves.
I was born an island
roaming free in the heart
of a thick, blue haze.
I never needed a hand
to lead the dance.
I was born a wallflower I dance like
a fool with the heavy pitter-patter,
and the angry crushing waves
if I ask to.
I am no alpaca don’t
come.
I am an island don’t
swim into me.
I am a wallflower don't
lead another clumsy dance
around fire as the crackles soothe
my nerves and trick my mind
into picturing, framing,
putting, and hanging.
I stumble and I fall and I rise
reaching out for
an invisible hand
swaying in the dark as
the floors creak beneath me
as I
gracelessly
chase my racing thoughts
I am no alpaca.
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Burning Red
His most gentle look
ran like a dagger
all over my
tingling body,
and his most silent smirk
beautiful and haunting
flipped out of all the redness he was
and danced like a mad man to the rhythm
of my heart;
and I spent the night
choking my only dreams
to ooze the memory out.
I was left with wisps
of a sickly sweet smell
laced, stretched, and binding;
and a blinding glow hovering
over my dizzy head.
Red has become
my new blue haze
sticky thick, and
bloody vague.
And the burden remembered
to lift off my head and quit striking
the strings of my heart,
landing on my eyes
letting water gush and
dragging me down
in briny tides.
Now the world is floating
away beyond a
red-blue cloud.
His most gentle look
beautiful than ever,
and his most silent smirk
haunting still.
I wished
  I waited
     I withered.
In sweetness and in salt
a decade
in the desert of life.
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Adrift
The ocean is but a sky
in motion and less far-flung
sparkling with light of the
sun, moon, and stars
that hang adrift somewhere
unreachable.
The ocean and I
share the same azure
waves crushing and rolling
in our peculiar depth, and
my eyelids have learnt to absorb
those little specks of light
shining on the times
when darkness immerses
the world in myriad shades
of black.
I still hold the scattered seashells
close to my ears and listen
to the sounds that played
along the end of innocence.
The seashells and I
share the same emptiness,
waves of void twirl in
endless circles inside
ourselves. And my ears
have learnt to cradle the mind
with invisible rhythms.
Humming at times
when echoing silence creeps
and crawls stripping a once
alive world of all the pitter-patter,
chirping, rustle, and branches scratching
against fogged window panes.
I still see in the dark,
my only, lonely sky.
I still remember the world beyond
a hue of gold.
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L is for Leaving
I left my eyes floating
some place where the
blueness of the ocean
and the sky
kiss.
I left my heart beating
in some closet where
the dust that they shook
off of an old brown leather
jacket dance
in the dark.
I left myself at the grave
waiting for the blue
haze in my eyes to
lift, and the puff of
awe inside my chest
to rest.
I left you and you
left me, and we left
us and now we
found ourselves
lost.
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Abandoned Asylums
I find life in
dead things, and I
see light
in the dark.
The sky holds so much
glare and my eyes
have learnt to stare
and steal.
Your eyes dark as
the empty wells, deep
and echoing.
I find warmth in
the void, and I
jump into all
that has a surface
and a glitter.
Your love is not
gold and I seek
solace
in a faithful, poorly stuffed
teddy-bear.
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blown away
those eyelids of mine
too heavy with hardened
speckles of
light
they busy themselves at nighttime
locking up summer night skies and
the occasional look at your
eyes.
dreams had never failed me
as orchestras of dead
leaves filled the back of my head
with some comfort.
I was destined to
pierce the bewitching hour,
letting dreams find
long-term company
inside my head,
and the wheat ears scattered
themselves as hands of the
wind lead some crazy
dance.
light burns the inside
of my eyes,
letting rays reach through
the maze that lead
nowhere
as the sounds soothe
the racing thoughts
that run like harvesters
of themselves beyond a thick
twirl of some golden haze.
and eyelids are never
too old for their job
neither are thoughts
nor dreams.
they live off me, and I am opening
my arms to the horizon that won’t
stop tickling my finger-toes
amid the puff of dust below
just waiting.
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Alone Alone
my body will
rot and roses
will be dead on
my grave.
there will be no
water drops
no dew left
for the birds to
chirp over.
the dead will be
silent as dead,
colder than
stones
that lie beneath and
all over me.
loneliness will still
resonate in the air
finding ways into
my muffled ears.
as those brown eyes will
be forever destined to see
the infinite brown.
i will be gone and yet
undone.
lonely bones; an
empty grave.
dust
in
the wind.
and you won’t come lest the ghost
of my love haunts your
shadow in the dark.
and the dark falls despite its
hanging there all the time.
i will whisper to the dying trees
so they remind me of
the days they cast shadow
underneath them
where we never met, sat
or ever happened.
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how can I forget
do you remember the time
we closed our eyes
and jumped
heads first and arms
open into the
welcoming land?
the winds kept brushing
our tingling skins
and winding our hair
we glowed and we
shivered of painful,
beautiful things.
do you remember the time
we closed our eyes
and felt
how the land was not
so welcoming and
how the winds reached
our bones and how
we never are as
warm again?
and I wake up
arms aching and
bones shaking
cold and alone
on the pressure
points of
your side
of bed.
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for years to come
my feet are now too
heavy to hop on puddles
and stain the shoes with
mud.
wet earth that glowed and
reminded of what lied
underneath.
the weeds grew yellower and
more crisp around the gravestone.
casting dancing shadows that
used to frighten me at nighttime,
before your stubble ran over
my skin and my laughing filled
the nights.
I will always remember
the lazy mornings when
the calender reads your
birthday and my heart
skips a beat or two.
I will always remember
the long nights when
the words always fail
me and the fog feels as
cold as you.
the nights are now
cold and empty, just
like the bed, and the
inside of me.
candles unlit, and
memories reluctantly
un-summoned
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deep dark
There is fire in my
heart burning and burning
bright,
consuming itself;
living to burn
the ashes
all in vain.
There is water in my
eyes flowing
and flowing fast,
drowning and dragging
itself down
to float
again and again.
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excelsior for the wild by evanightmares excelsior for the wild :iconevanightmares:evanightmares 0 0
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excelsior for the wild
i am a dream of moist
green and clear
blue, a lost mountain
draped in the warm haze
of komorebi.
chased by wolves and
bears and echoes of
the dark and deep.
an ocean still and
cold as stones drowning insatiable,
forever whetting appetite
for apricity,
i am a dream of crispy
yellow and ice-kissed
white.
chased by wolves and
bears and echoes
of the deep and dark.
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I look at the sky letting
the azure dive into
the two gazing holes
of my face

straight into my soul.

I look at the sky seeing
you, not looking back.

I will remind myself
as the blue blur swirls
inside of me that
your eyes could not see
me and the blue
washing and the blur
fogging and the swirl
nauseating.

I look at the sky leaving
you wandering some specific
place where I could never raid.

And I will let the sun rise
flooding me in glow
and I will stop my eyes
from wandering at you

looking away.

And I will, and I will,
and you won’t.
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the sizzling summer exhaled
puffs of mini yet myriad
hugs,

like falling feathers,
they danced in the air
tickling my skin
with diamond drops;

a haze of golden warmth
caressing me
continuously.

the brownish, yellowish
confetti forever dying
before they rested still on
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whispered in the air thick
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and lonely beds.

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so resonating, and

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from those curious
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all racing to reach me

as the hands of the wildest breezes
bend over offering flowers
and promises
of efflorescence.

but winter returns
in looming storm clouds
and howling wolves
for the water girl.

waving
gripping
pulling

blueness
enveloping her
in shivers and in
invisible arrows
penetrating into the bones
and lungs.

falling
a free fall
head first

sun-kissed, mellow, and redolent

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my nose won’t stop
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your ambition
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for if I do
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i’ve missed you
beyond the infinity.

can you see me?
Falling down
my mental stairs

getting lost
amid voices
constant, ever present –
like tinnitus

while laying
strapped in bed
dreaming pitch black;
hearing white noise.
I am no alpaca I don't
keep framed memories
by my nightstand
or hang them on those cracked
walls with clumsy
stairways.

I stumble and I
fall and I only
know the touch of
my own hand
against the shaken
banisters.

I am no alpaca I don’t
need warmth on my
shaking hands I fancy
my fancy gloves.

I was born an island
roaming free in the heart
of a thick, blue haze.

I never needed a hand
to lead the dance.
I was born a wallflower I dance like
a fool with the heavy pitter-patter,
and the angry crushing waves

if I ask to.

I am no alpaca don’t
come.
I am an island don’t
swim into me.
I am a wallflower don't
lead another clumsy dance

around fire as the crackles soothe
my nerves and trick my mind
into picturing, framing,
putting, and hanging.

I stumble and I fall and I rise
reaching out for
an invisible hand

swaying in the dark as
the floors creak beneath me

as I
gracelessly
chase my racing thoughts

I am no alpaca.

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I was born in the midst of autumn in late 1993.

I'm INTJ. I write poems and sometimes short stories.

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