You are sitting next to me,
knees touching, the length
of our thighs meeting, our hips
straining, arms struggling to
kissing, but facing
I turn, you turn
knees cross, thighs
I don’t ever want to wake up.
Well, this was delightful to write.
My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.
In this puppet show
I have been led to make many
many wrong decisions.
Well, not any more.
I suffer the consequences.
I cut off the string attaching me
and I feel free.
This could be taken as a poem on suicide. I suppose.
Parvathi and I are attempting these poetry prompt by Falls Poetry.
Sweet whispers through the chilly air
two pairs of feet
dangling off the edge
is my favourite way to spend time with
But now that you
I sit there,
on the same rooftop,
one bare foot dangling off the edge
watching life go by
at midnight in
the silence of the chilly air.
I promised myself I wouldn’t go back to writing sappy romantic poems, but oh well.
The art accompanying isn’t good at all, but well, I am still learning.
My Soul recognizes
yours and may we never part, for
your beautiful soul
lights up my own in a way
it has not in a long time.
This is the first prompt for OctoberFalls poetry Challenge up on Instagram. I am also creating art for it! I am not really good at it, but seriously, I find peace drawing and painting.
Also, for a person who is slightly obsessed with hands, I cannot, for the love of God, draw them well.
It was a long day,
longer than the Equinox,
longer than the Solstice, even.
My eyelids were heavy and half-closed
when I made back to my apartment that night.
Shoving my bag aside and switching on the lights,
people jump up and scream,
I am confused, only momentarily,
because then you come bouncing towards me
with a huge, face-splitting smile,
so genuine and warm
and even your slight frame knocks me back a little,
when you hug me with so much love.
“Happy birthday!” You say.
I smile back at her,
as she leads me towards the cake.
It was the best birthday ever,
even if it was a few months early.
Parvathi and are doing Rebirth In April in June. Yes. No, we’re not confused. Check out her poetry! They’re amazing!
Sometimes, when I catch myself
Staring at him, for no absolute reason
other than that I fancy him,
I mentally scold myself.
“You will not go through that pain
You will not out yourself through
falling in love,
No, commitments with boys
who do-and-dash are fatal
for the heart.”
And I know it better than anyone else.
Fighting this temptation is really hard,
and it takes all that I have in me to fight
and think of you as an ugly, unlovable
ogre, inside and out.
Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t speak it out of experience. XD
Parvathi and I are back! We will be attempting JR Rogue’s and Kat Savage’s Rebirth in April in July. Yes, I know that sounds off, but if we didn’t do it, we agreed that our brain cells would’ve just dried up for no further use.
I hope to have a header soon. Let’s see what I can conjure up myself again this time.
I hear my heart cracking into a million little pieces
As I turn my back to you
and walk away.
I don’t cry because, well,
the tears don’t do justice to the
overwhelming feeling that I am currently feeling.
And then, I hear something else.
Another shatter, away from me.
This time, it is yours.
I look back and nod at you,
in acknowledgement that
it is just as had for you
as it is for me.