Artless. Sadness.

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I

I try so hard to be happy.
My hands tremble,
I want to be firm 

Thunderstorms have left behind debris
I stand with a flower (which you didn't bring me)
And I try so hard to be happy.
I etch lines inside my mind
It bleeds, I smile;
The bleeding stops, it clots
What a waste of time
And another day goes by
I stand with the flower
Anxious
It shall wilt soon.
If the bleeding resumes
Will the flower stay alive?
Does it know, I try so hard to be happy?
I try so hard to smile.

II

I hide in her room
She breaks my bones
I cope with her losses, she sobs with her soul
Isn't it funny? How you love me so well
I've been here forever and I see you fail
We're reeling in memories
And images conjured
Forehead to forehead
With nowhere to go. 

III

Once it's all said and done
Do I fumble for your hands?
I have done what I can, and I lost
I always think of the worst.
My dreams are clouded again
She laughs at me, cold
He texts me "bye."
I misread it: "hello!"
And then I wake up, with nowhere to go.
Why do I have to remember
All the lies we shared?
Friends come and go,
But some of them stare at me
Even as I die
I never could look away,
Fixated by their eyes.

:D

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He is a stick figure and he jumps around my room
Screeching my name, he pokes my poker face rest
What are you doing? Who will you be? What will you eat and who will you see?
Stick boy, calm down
My stick boy still jumps around
He makes me a flower out of the poems I threw away
Takes my sunglasses, mimics my anxious gaze.
Stick boy, stop.
I smile until I can’t but laugh
I take his hand and we both jump
Up and down
Here, to there
We go out of my room
What are you doing? Who will you be? What will you eat and who will you see?
When will you know who are you?
Stick boy, I say
How are you so invested in life?
How do sad endings make your stick eyes cry?
Meat girl, he speaks
Life is all we have, all we can feel!
We jump around some more till my feet hardens, hurt
My stick boy sticks around
With his sticky, lovely heart.

2022

Green waves dilute and deepen in the front yard
I like the assortment of plants

I joke, will you skip me like a YouTube ad?
We chuckle. I'm funny, we agree
She says she'll miss me
And I will
But I reassure, it's just a new year
Sadly(?), not a new me

I can go on about the book I'm reading
She calls me a beautiful kid
I smile, knowing she's lonely
I keep taking advantage of it

There's nothing new about something new
There's nothing new to feel
I enjoy the chant of daily TV
There's nothing new I want to be.

Bones of glass

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I hide my heart in a skeleton closet
My arm fat is melting into lumps of grease
How long does it take to be human?
I'm waiting.
Don't look at me with so much pity
Don't look at me
Please.
I've lost my watch, long ago
When I wanted to be a mother of two
Now I am not even a child
What will I do with this massive room?
The rickshaw outside moves, empty
Sullen afternoon in a winterscape
How to mourn something never started
Sunlight frozen on an unborn day?

December, again

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Diamond wrinkles on her laugh-clad sweet face
I'd burn to ashes for her in the furnace
Keep me like a ring or a shoelace
It's all so much the same
How does she know what skin shakes me
Laughter crackling like a melody
A home that's lighting up under a pallid Christmas sky
It's gifted, how we know our wishes
Tragic when we can't fulfil them
Longing, stargazing, endless questions
"Why?"
She shakes her head, she loves me mostly
I can keep her like some poetry
She will go to dance
I smile and smile until my ribs crack
Sadness swirling down my long back
She leaves a forlorn man.

Aloneness

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My aloneness is an island
Walls so high that a tsunami can't break it down
My aloneness is naked
I keep trying to clothe myself in strangers' words
But my skeletoned yearning is exposed and loud

It's battering my brain
I am back this time again
My aloneness is punching me to a pulp
I have no memories to eat
I am hungry and in need
I think I'm going to throw up.

Regrets

How many arms did I touch
And flinched away
Before the blink of an eye?
How many words did I miss
To mouth into a phrase
To greet a passer-by?
How many smiles did I keep
Chained into coldness
Instead of laughing wide?

And more importantly,
Why?

Why is it that I look back now
Recalling names who could've been friends
Heaping on sighs as the hours go by,
Why is it that I know I'll drown
Making the same mistakes again and again
Knowing I'll never be able to try

Am I dooming myself to loneliness?
I wonder what's the worse case-
Feeling lonely in a crowd
Or lonely enough by oneself?

Burial

I think I’m dying

My smiling face in the polaroid
That I left behind in your heart
Is losing its colours and I
Am out of focus
I multiplied my two arms
Into thousands
Hand-in-hand like a mesh
The thatched wall of blood and flesh
Is crumbling and
I’m scattered all over
How do I protect you now?
Your lips have forgotten to sting
At the strike of my name
Oh how easily now
They’re just vowels and consonants
I think I have indeed
Begun to end.

Bury me when the sun finally sets
I’ll leave the rope of my long hair
For you
Not as a reminder to forget
But to secure the ones who come next spring
Bury me now
Bury me
So that I can bury you well.

Of cigarettes and ends

When the blue sky drips down
And darkens into my hair
When my skin is sketched with human dust
I lie down on seas of grass.

Pearls flow out of my half-closed eyes
A gathering grows around me
Spectres and smoke-heavy souls
Touch my arm in a grey breeze

My demure lips part in peace
Closer to freedom than bliss.

Each time my mother lacked care
My father, love
Myself, hope
I sighed.
I blew out lukewarm images
Of the Ones Who Should Have Been.

They have come to visit me, finally,
A swarm of smoke enters my soul
Each whiff a companion
My heart is full.