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[apocalypticloveletters]

I took a handful of pills to forget the happiest day of my life;

I'm defective, because even good things get me down,

Too much feeling, I can't process what I've been doing -

for the last ten years of my life,

One morning I woke up and couldn't stop ruminating on the dark parts,

Then the demons told me I'll stay this way

Drowning in self-pity, self-deprecation, the salt got stuck in my wounds,

And the chemicals make me normal for a while.

I don't want to know what would happen if they stopped working

Would it be as bad as it once was?

I ought to be bothered but the loneliness and that these patterns are familiar ground.

I've never quite reached the part where hope was written on my cards

[little-mephistopheles]

guess who has a favorite poem ive been hyperfixating on for the past week :3 anyways im not a professional voice actor i was just voice training and my buddy hyped me up so... dont be mean

[purgawhatory]

Yet again he haunts my dreams with his ethereal form and my days in his corporeal one.

I suppose it would not be quite so painful to be in love with him if he wasn't such a dear friend, if he wasn't always next to me.

[writingsandpoems-blog]

“तुमसे मिलना तो था”

याद है एक बार फोन किया था

एक पनवारी की दुकान के पास मिलने को

तुमने अपने दोस्त को भेज दिया था

हाँ मिलना था तुमसे एक बार

पर मिल न सके

याद है जब तुम अपनी पढ़ाई पूरी

करने के लिये दूर-सुदूर जा रही थी

मेरा दिल तुमसे मिलने को बेचैन सा था

पर मिल न सके

याद है तुम्हारे घर के बाहर एक

चबूतरे पर बैठे किसी की परवाह

किये बिना वो तनहा रात गुज़ार दी थी

हाँ, तुमसे सिर्फ़ एक बार मिलने के लिये

फिर भी एक कदम तक तुम बढ़ा न सके

एक अंतिम आस थी मेरी

हाँ तुमसे मिलना हीं था

इस प्यारे वतन से विदा लेने से पहले

एक बार तुमसे मिलना तो था

मेरी उस दिन हालत ख़राब हो गयी थी

दूसरे मुल्क पहुँचने से पहले मैं जो

अस्पताल पहुँच चुका था

फिर भी तुम न मिले

अब न है कोई गिले-शिकवे

क्योंकि ... अब तुमसे मिलना नहीं

-दिनेश

हनुमान जन्मोत्सव की बहुत-बहुत बधाईयाँ

Happy Hanuman Jayanti

May Lord guide you, be with you on this Good Friday! 🙏

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[apocalypticloveletters]

Longing and violence, what is there left to love?

Inside my bones, the foundation became a tomb.

Over the years, these countless battles, I'm tired of waging wars

To prove to someone I'm worthy of being called enough.

[apocalypticloveletters]

I try not to go looking, I try not to go searching,

Yet I do it anyway, because I'm prone to longing,

Then I'm still thinking in indecisions, they're all I have left.

I just need to know how it feels, a heart in eclipse,

When it's anchored in something real.

In my mind's eye visions, I drown eternal autumn blues,

Is it loneliness if you have nothing that you can't lose?

[apocalypticloveletters]

I've been told I'll never be enough to be saved

If I don't repent and have fear of God instead.

I've been told I'll be choking on boiling blood, then get buried in the sand.

I've been told I'll be my mother's shame,

Unless I hide behind corners and lie about my love instead.

I've been told I'll be my father's regret,

Unless I change who I am before I even dare to awake.

[apocalypticloveletters]

If my legacy is cheap thrills behind black mirrors,

Then I don't want to leave one at all;

Think I'd die happier if I'd never known

How the blue lights burned my eyes instead of the sun,

How the all the places turn into one,

How the lies I've told myself made it feel alright.

If my legacy is cheap thrills behind black screens,

Then I won't be missed by faceless strangers;

Think I'd die happier if I'd never known

How fake friends left me to bleed in the back of my car,

How all the lovers I had were inside my head,

How the lies I've told myself made it feel alright.