wishes are fishes
he touches me with his smile
every time i die
and still i survive
life’s excruciating want
my heart falls wider
on a cloud i am
my feet dangle in the sea
purveyor of all
i am a spider
my ribbon is curling wind
spinning the future
i sweep myself deep
i crush me into liquid
cupped in silken hope
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musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
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so very beautiful…..
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x thanks Shefali
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I like this little poem. A pleasure to read.
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thank you 🙂 i appreciate it
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Love engenders so many emotions ranging from rage to adoration…enjoyed reading this verse.
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doesn’t it ever! brings us right back into the physical
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this one could be 5 haikus in one with some tweeking
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That would be a nice variation for the book.
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Beautiful poem. Thank you
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thank you for reading
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