I'll kill my body the way it kills me Slurp slash swing Sweet gore for no audience but me A boy's wet dream I spill out with my stretch marks My breasts are uneven Belly bulging softly, too much Hyenas of men paste their eyes, at will. I spend all day scrubbing them off Their tongues wagging for a sickly touch I should kill my urge to kill Unwanted eyes ungodly stares Unwanted men everywhere I sit frozen, still.
My silences are sprinting They're so many, at once There's a pimple on my wooden face Waiting to be burst But the silences come first They threaten me with an explosion I can already smell ashes Grey, spotty, flaky, and choking A ruined world remaking No I'm not romanticizing Someone else's war All my problems are mine, okay? My jarred edges Reek of stale cynicism My unlit mind Damp and resistant to hope I try to look like I care Resharing brutal news Replaying the victims' tears I mimic activism Lying passive in my bed of privilege Unremarkable in my performative concern As I think to myself The world will always stretch, tear and burn I am throwing my words around Because I like their gibberish sounds They're hurdles for the silent beams That are racing towards me And I don't want to be found.
I'm seeping into the soil My sky is green with the foliage of life The lack-forest of the city I have left behind So I lie on the ground My eyes closed, I am looking for the primeval scent No more the sooty smoke Of a fast-paced world I crave the forest so I paint it Green, dark, and thick with wisdom My skin settling into the earth Starts to tingle The beasts arrive with hungry jaws; Abiding by the forest's laws They jump to devour my flesh My end is dancing before my eyes In this forest of my making Perils of civilization Are nothing but wolves, Tigers, lions, and the like I feel better to give in to them Than to those of my own kind, And I meet my fate In the forest in my mind.
If it's human to think Why are we so thoughtless You and your desk job Them and their paddy fields Thoughtless. Only summers and winters Mostly summers Thoughts never brimming up To concrete acts And what are acts If not useless Just to go back To another pit Some wrongs made right Most rights gone wrong A fragile balance of Thoughts negating thoughts We think therefore we are- Is quite overrated, as we all have agreed But it's human to think Is it human to be? If we could die everyday with the sunset Would the cycle be any different Would the cycle be shorter But the same? Small progresses attacked by Jerks of regression Perhaps we're doomed to think And redo our woes And that's how life goes.
The see-saw is askew
And I want to ask you
Why are you still crying for balance?
Distractions are blinding
Terrors normalised in
A world which is bursting with absence.
It’s a lopsided space
This isn’t an equal race
Neutrality is just your pretense.
Your eyes will grow squinted
Your opinions tainted
And this is how the world really ends.
How can you look at a carpet
And ignore the threads?
Ah, but it is just a rape.
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