artisticwildflower

18 | India | Poetry | Journal | Art

[artisticwildflower]

I held him under the water his foot on mine and his heart afloat his hands pulling the strings around my waist in the sweet rhythm of the dead corals and my feet to the song of the mermaids. his eyes held secrets like oysters pretentious of pearls and shine only to be fed on by gloom and creatures under the earth. I pull him closer leaning on his stiff muscles whispering to him the stories of his older life to carry them into a new universe, the life after death. I held him under the water his foot on mine and let him go, up and up and up till he sees the new light of the earth and of a hollow happiness, and sink in the gloom of a dead lover.

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[artisticwildflower]

*My Distraction List*

1) The purple moleskin notebook I bought for writing down poems, the empty pages staring down at me, munching away on my time.

2) The writing reminder on my laptop screen, jumping out time to time, checking on my hostile mind.

3) The nagging thoughts in my mind, I am scared to put into poems.

4) The yellow sticky notes lining the wall, holding onto the same goals every month.

5) The empty canvas on my dresser, I promised to paint last year.

6) The paints and the brushes, meant for destressing, sparkling new.

7) The books on my shelf, I read everyday, to hope and the end of gloom.

8) The bluetooth mindset, I bought for the escaping into a daydreamer's world, ready to buzz into sweet music, having failed me in the past.

9) The Pinterest tab, I kept open to transform my gloom into an aesthetic picture.

10)The clock besides me, the only one running consciously in the room.

[artisticwildflower]

you die every moment now and then, 

for you have your back to the people you know. 

for you don't see the swords hanging down their throats. 

you die, every moment now and then, 

when you trust.

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[artisticwildflower]

The sky is on fire,

and I sip the coffee you left me,

I let my lashes down,

and words litter my neck

I splash my face

with glitter and let metaphors breath.

I grab my heart

and twist it hard

I adorn your love

with the pearls raining

and poems with the tears,

I dip the scroll in coffee,

and gulp it down,

they say poems heal,

but I guess

mine were just promises

coated in less sugar.

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[artisticwildflower]

I paint you under my soul

and you get lost

like august among the fallen leaves,

and like colors in an abstract painting.

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[artisticwildflower]

You address a letter to me from nowhere,

and I sit by it for hours,

my cheeks red with blood gushing in

from the butterflies feeding on my stomach

My lips curve in a smirk from a heart beating faster

and of the wildflowers fluttering, blooming

in a thunderstorm.

I open it while the starlight goes off,

and the storm blows off my roof.

You sent me a little piece of your heart,

and asked for the whole of mine.

And I wondered about the doors it would knock,

if I returned it to nowhere.

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[artisticwildflower]

I watch oceans flow from my eyes and visit it during days, sitting on its shore scribbling poems for the cities with no travellers, for the dead with no graves, for children with no names on the street and for poets bleeding with no words.

I look for seas at nights and whisper into the shells stories of men and women losing to the fault in their stars and burning books with merry finales.

I let water seep under my skin, for every moon weeping and every ray of sun held captive by the night, to drown little by little in my skin after every euneirophrenia amidst the world soaked in potholes.

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I take a bite from

the apple of your eye

and try seeing the world

for I donated mine,

to a blind poet,

looking with his walking stick

for raindrops

on a sky shining like sun.

I am blind,

and rain is my poetry,

I search for it on abandoned roads,

and write a plagiarised history

of travellers and musicians,

roaming drunken,

looking for potholes,

inspiring them.

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[artisticwildflower]

My pockets are filled with regrets, I pass on with my hands, still stuck into a glued past counting accident and errors on rose petals, I could have avoided. I hide the petals for mistakes, I couldn't have avoided, and hide them for my present where they rot into the sweetness of rosewater,I wipe my tears with.

But, my pocket has a burnt hole, and my fingers are stitched,I watch the roses, dripping along the way, and condense to thorns.

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[artisticwildflower]

You wait for love, with an empty hand and pluck eyebrows, when the stars fall. you love rom coms, and you hold dreams of drama in your teeth. you dress up in glitters, a rotten heart and your eyes on good looking love, you bake a cake for love, and hide your insecurities in. you wait for love, perfect and starry, blinding your eyes for love's soul. you hide your flaws, and sell pamphlets of your passion and charms.

and love comes to rescue, on a dark night you sit with smudged liner, and push it out, for it does not adorn your vehement theories of love.

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[artisticwildflower]

I whisper words to the silence and gulp them down my throat, before they start fluttering their wings and flying into poems. Poems are like puzzles of my soul, fit them perfectly and it will shine, let one fall and you'll never fathom it. Poems are like the voices of my scars, shrieking in silent whispers, under a fruitless tree. Poems are like keys to my mind palace, my broken mind palace. Will you visit it soon? pick up the collapsed towers, placing them in my mouth to see the window of my soul?

[artisticwildflower]

I have come a long way,

abandoning you with every footstep, selling your memories at cheap to every scroll I write, sending my sadness to your doorstep,in envelops of gold, sealed with my tears; scrubbing away the traces of yours from my skin, humming away your songs, in the windows of your bleak house, for on treachery it lay its bricks. I have come a long way, growing and healing and blooming, building myself again, on the destructed heart you left me. and yet i see you, when i burn the scrolls of poetry weaved, reflecting back from the mirror, asking me if the only happy memories I wanted to erase.

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[artisticwildflower]

I am lost again,

In the remembrance of a time,

We breathed into flowers,

And drew forests.

The sparkling drops of life,

Falling from the dark thundering sheets above.

Winds bringing to your blushing cheeks,

White florets, weaving them in your hair.

Your eyelids fluttering,

The beauty sliding out, turning into butterflies

Singing tunes to the ferns

Growing under your fingers,

The nectar running up your skin.

I look into your eyes,

Twitching open,

The sparkling shine,

A rainbow emerging, making my heart swing.

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Calm before a storm

And on some days, loneliness makes it way into my silent castle, shrieking in every wall, I already pinned my arms on the door, barely hidden. A poor, weak prey I made, already giving in. And the beast, glint of pity in his eyes. Yet he stepped forward, the dagger silent, To wound into my perfectly bruised body. It stood for some time, thinking. But its worth, it had to prove, The eminence it had in hearts. I close my eyes, Only to feel myself engulfed again, like swimming for an aqua phobic. In my face, the realisation hits, How the silence in my castle everyday, Is just the calm before a storm.

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[artisticwildflower]

Self care mornings

 Wake up. Filter out the bad elements, focus on the positive elements of the dream you remember. Breathe in the sunlight, let it remind you of a new positive phase. Scribble a few things you want to forget from the past day, get rid of the burden that still remains. Stand up. Take a moment to stretch your body and smile. Make yourself some tea/coffee. Feel the warm beverage on your lips, refreshing your thoughts. Let ideas flow in your mind. Pen down the tasks you want to do today. Include self love. Breathe. Love. Be thankful.