Pieces of cold war
Battling on those turbulent battlefields
Where the grains of dust
Blinds away the into
This infinite ocean of sadness.
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The chest of drawers,
Continue reading “Lover Nature”
Folded carefully is the organized filth
Of unorganized remnants, insomniac.
Exuberance, a shallow repercussion of happiness
A harrowing fear of temporary unsettlement,
A figment of hallucinating turbidity.
Continue reading “The frightening hapiness”
Survival is thin sheet of uncertainty,
Crawling on this maverick skin
With terms and conditions.
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The cadaverous claustrophobia of infinity
The imbecile allusion of termination.
The sands of infinite affections
In an impatient hourglass.
The pause between numbers,
In an uncountable havoc.
The curvature of your lips,
Slithering through the narrow gape.
The throw of eternal firmament
In a yellow hued canvas.
The relentless synonymous decay
Of this enticing Scarlett.
The circles we ride upon,
Until the battery dies.
#Napowrimo day 11, poem 5.
© Jumbled Letters.
I feel myself engulfed,
By the yellow horizon,
By the shallow blues.
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As described by the magnanimous fool
“With pain comes great wisdom.”
But what if they stick to my lungs
Just like the cancerous puff?
What if it is the
Drowsiness in the disco?
What if it is the,
Flame of the sexcapade?
What if it is
You and it is me?
Who is wearing wisdom then,
Like a scar under the bracelet?
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