Poetry comes to me
In bits
and pieces
I write it
On a paper
All those
random lines
Which look like
Prequel plots
of
A hurt
not yet felt
I keep losing
this paper
Just like how I
Keep losing the
Thoughts of you
And of
you and me
Confusing
my heart
So I get to
postpone
the hurt--
 

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There was a young man from Peru

Who dressed up as a shy Kangaroo

He liked how the pouch

When he sat on the couch 

Covered his didgeridoo! 

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Sacrifice

Readable from her eyes,

Even when she cries.

Possible all lies.

So much love to give

The only reason to live.

How shall she prove

The sacrifice? 

She has so much to lose

Every mountain she would move.

Her Sacrifice is the risk she takes.

All her rules and priorities she breaks

To give and give and give

So you can live and live and live.

Some call...

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I was calling your name, 

but you kept on walking.

I just wanted to hold your hand,

but you pushed me away.

I was dying there,

but you dint even bother to look back.

And when i left,

all you wanted was me to come back.

                             k.d

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His muse walked invisibly

Beside him

As she always did

Sometimes she hid

But even then

He knew

She was there

Could feel 

Her presence

In the air

Heard her 

Gentle sighs

In the

Otherwise

Silence

She would

Reveal something

Soon

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Caught in the ruins

Looking for a

Way out

The scribe sits

In silence

Waiting for a muse

To remove

Doubt

He prepares 

In meditation

Now he's between

Two worlds

Almost time 

For his

Initiation

His thoughts 

Are in

A swirl

He knows

He can escape this

His setting out his

Course

Crafting out 

His words

At such

An incredible

F...

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Sometimes I over drink.
Oops I mean overthink.
Ah fuck it, it's the same damn thing.

I over pour my glass leaving no room for coke.
The voice repeating in my head of the last words you spoke.
You ask why I'm self destructive but the truth is I dont know.

I'm starting to think that the devil is a lie.
The only evil we see is what we bury inside.
I'm going to lose to myself, it's only a ...

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Needing inspiration

Having none

Words not coming

All dried up

And numb

Give me a taste

Just a nibble

Please a crumb!

Needing inspiration

But alas I have none

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