• crash & burn • by @_duanjum
I am the candle that burns at both ends,
it's magic only enough for one more transport.
the wick, the soul and spark, almost done,
and when the flame has burnt its way through,
I'll be the star that crashes unceremoniously,
landing to Earth in craters and smoke,
unaware of the ways of those that would
seek to pluck me from up above -
it's not that I was on a pedestal, no
but simply enjoying a bird's eye view -
I was content to watch events unfold from afar,
and now, I'm in the thick of it, a baby bird
chucked out of the nest,
who didn't learn to fly that very first day.
I am going to share some bits and pieces of poems I write. May they be an inspiration to you. ✨
Enjoy the full moon and lunar eclipse tonight. 🌝
The Sacred Book of Questions is an oracle guide based on the system of chakras. Choose a question, listen to your inner world.
4 711 minutes ago
I’ve lost something
Still trying to find out
What part of my life
Existed quietly and is now gone.
I was never a great organiser
Thus my shelf looks messy
People adorned theirs with memories
Mine is a chaos of some-days.
The corner where they put impactful sentences
Mine has a phrase or two
Other words are scattered all over
Hiding behind facades and plans;
The yearning in my existence
Disguised as acceptance for what I have.
There are missing photographs and fading memories
I remember a few nameless smiles
That shelved some momentary happiness
In my utter mess of things.
I have seen summer love framed on people’s shelves
While my own is scorched in places, from loss, betrayal and loneliness
Unaccounted moments that were so terrible that I let them be forgotten
In there place is only a feeling
The one you get when you are all that is left
When you have to derive power from solitude.
Love was granted to a few privileged ones,
My cluttered shelf could never sustain something so delicate.
It’s better I never had it
Because breaking it would add something to my brimming shelf
A copious share of guilt, misery and loss
That will demand to be felt
Despite any happiness that comes across.
Sunlight has already been blocked out;
I closed the doors before my shelf’s contents flow out
There are so many things up there
It’s hard remember what I kept
It’s harder to find what I lost. - Aru (14/1/19 | performed at @thebackyardclan Chennai on 19/1/19) #poetry#poems#poem#poetsofinstagram#poetrycommunity#poetryporn#poet#poets#worldofpoets#poeticlife#poetrysociety#poetryislife#poetryislove#rawpoetry#rawemotion#home#thepoetryofhome#places#poeticplaces#love#tranquility#calm#solitude#heart#homeinmyheart#bleedingsoulpoetry
you have my brain upside down
my stomach, inside out
feeling high, while falling down
thoughts cluttered, spilling everywhere
my sights all too clear, tunnel vission
you steal my breath, but breathe me life
with you, I think of nothing, feel everything
you are chaos, you are calm, all at once
I am in topsy-turvy
you have my world flipped
January 20, 2018 - 10:09AM
it's difficult talking to people, being around them. it's a sensory overload. i've always looked at life through a looking glass. i'd rather watch the sun rays creep in from the broken window pane than to go out and let the light singe my skin. i'd rather watch the people i love, smile and be happy from a distance than to be a part of the moment with them. for i know these moments don't last. and neither do the people and the emotions we attach to them. i wish i was different, i wish i could live in the moment. i wish i wasn't so cold. i want to wear my heart on my sleeve without being afraid of the hurt that follows. i wish i could have the small talks and the sunday night dinners. but i can't. the overwhelming need to be alone has been whittled on to my skin like carving on the finest of ebony. the rivers of my soul have run dry and joy has been like a four leafed clover in desert sand. the real me is an empty shell. a facade. i don't want to be alone. i don't want to be sad.
but strangely, i'm only comfortable when i'm alone. and between these two stances, the void inside me only deepens.
One of my biggest inspirations for my poetry is my wonderful boyfriend. I wrote 2 poems about him last night, here’s one of them.
Enjoy reading! 🌻
Full poem below:
I love you, dream boy
You’re the keeper of dreams, my most inner thoughts.
A holder, a safe haven, of cloud like moments that can’t be misspoken.
A gaze of nostalgia, that I had once forgotten.
You teach me.
Teach me to look around, breathe, pause and laugh and to most certainly not to always dwell on the painful past.
Remember to forget what is detached from me.
Always fight for what’s ahead and stay here.
With a steady hand you lead, with a humble heart you believe, that nothing is impossible for us.
For my best girls, my daughter's.
As I lye barely afloat
Soaking in this water of life
I look afar
Searching for a glimpse
And come to know
She is the reason
I shall choose to endure
She is always my reason
If i decide to walk out from someone.
I will never go back and nobody can let me down...
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21 935 days ago
For me, i will look forward only.
And i will try try try and try.
It's mean that i will never give up...
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