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And when it comes to the moment where you must decide to let one more breath past, it's these little touches of colour that flash past your eyes...

Cuckoo

They say cuckoos never raise their young,

I know you are the reason.

Your words are diligent henchmen embedding themselves in my skin and my brain . A deafening curse that numbs my limbs, you're fierce dark magic opening your hungry maw and swallowing my aspirations

The seeds of doubt vines you garland me with suffocates all my ambition until it’s nothing but a shuddering  flicker of a flame

Everything is collapsing

Memory after flashback after nightmare disintegrating

Only embers remain at this point

Growing colder with each passing moment, you gave birth to a dead girl

My childlike wonder rolls down my cheek landing on my stained hands

Because you gave birth to yet another mother who is designed to abandon her young,Cuckoo.

Because you birthed me a Bird

and barred me in a slowly capsizing, comfortable cage.

Because you made sure Home was something I would always run from

What did your parents think of you, Cuckoo, you changeling child with a head filled with proud ideas and

And magic dripping freely from charcoal stained fingers?

Did they fear you? Did they love you, Cuckoo As warblers love a cuckoo's kin, for killing their eggs

And faithfully feeding its hungry maw

or were you raised like you sculpted me?

i have polished this grief you have grown into my glutes and made wings of it.

you may tell me a thousand times over that I am worse than you will ever be for all my womb can hold is blood not brood,

i'll always tell you that i'd rather have a hollow womb than an empty nest.

And Remember Cuckoo, you may delude yourself as much as you like but the first truth you taught me was that the wicked they may be free,young forever great but they don't get to ever Rest.

i may be bird still yet my voice is not a Cuckoo's calling.

-swara

To my dearest Mother.

I hope death is kinder to you than life was.

"And one day I realised all I could do was give up and lay down, let it go. Or," They talked like they were stripping. Taking of their layers and showing them the ruined city beneath, daring almost pleading for them to run away from her darkness. "Destroy their dreams as finely as they did mine. Make the stars combust and become something so destruction that I laugh as their cities are blown away by burning starlight falling from the sky. I think my body had become too cold and numb for real fury, so that I decided," she looked up at them, regretful but also... defiant, andry. "To let fire speak for me. Because justice darling" cynically they ended "was never an option. "

All that blood was never pretty,

But they did so love the sound of warhorns,

Perhaps they went into every battlefield thinking,

This time it'll be rubies instead.

I was made from mismatched pieces,

God's leftovers,

A warrior's heart,

And a dreamer's mind

And a gentle soul

And a chaotic existence.

Then they shoved me in this tiny little useless body, and sent me into battle.

Without ever teaching me to fight,

Or bothering with armour.

—I was never meant to survive, was I?

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I'm don't think I'm a person,

Anymore.

I'm likely just a place

For daydreams to rest before

Finding someplace better now.

But is that something to mourn when I never truly knew,

What being human felt like...

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Don't mistake me

When I say I'm lovely when I cry it's ugly,

cheeks red and wet with snot.

It's just that I've made a habit of finding tragedy beautiful.

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I was raised to gobble on harsh words only,

My food pipe has stretched to swallow slanders,

My stomach has a special kind of acid to melt metal;

And my intestines are meant to grind any remaining matter to fine dust.

How to deal with kind words?

Of that, I have no idea.

Are they supposed to loll in my mouth like caramel candy

Or melt like chocolate?

Will the honey sting if it touches my bleeding tongue?

It will be lost between the blood and spit before reaching my stomach anyway.

—Be gentle with me please.

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I wish someone would pick me up,

And decide

This one

This one deserves to be loved

In a way

Only hurricanes ever were.

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If you're looking to like me,

Don't go looking under my skin.

There are stories there that even I have forgotten I buried.

I'm made of molecules old as this universe, and Sometimes under my skin; it shows.

There exist hidden acloves you may never find your your way back.

And some black holes that stare back at you.

Be safe in my heart instead,

Where the carefully curated kindness and empathy and sunshine personality is kept.

Under my skin is where I store the behind the scenes stuff;

The scars and the traumas.

But if you're looking to love me;

Well, enter at your own risk.

—i just hope I don't disappoint.

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— Sylvia Plath

Illusion

Dreams are wishes a heart makes

Thats why we make so much mistakes

We dont create our dreams with the brain

Its like the chess game

If you play with your heart

Your round wont be a long part

If you want to stay in longer

You have to be stronger

Stop creating dreams just by heart

I know thats the worst part

But if you want them to be real one day

Its the power of edurance that has to stay

And the unrealistic shit has to go away

So go pack your stuff

Cause this journey will be rough

Thats why you need to be tough

You ask me what you will need ?

Yeah in first place your feet.

-B.I

Point of view

So many men treating wo/men like shit

it feels like it doesn’t matter even a bit

But that isnt the bad thing about it

Its the matter of course thats the shit

Getting dickpicks without asking

Is the thing thats so blasting

Or be treated like a peace of meat

Doesn’t matter if you take a seat,

jump on the beat

or just stand on your feet.

They always find an opportunity

to catch a sight of your body heat.

Men thinking we cant see them gazing

They really think they are hazing

Their disrespect is just amazing.

Thinking we are dumb enough

To not recognise all the disgusting stuff.

Thats so unfair please remember that shit

Cause u wont be laughing about it

If that once happens to your kid

Never mind if daughter or son

They will be the burned one

It will stick to their memorys like a gum

I wonder what place you are from

there is nothing good you’ve ever done

And the world would be better when you’re gone

So go ask your mom

Where did this asshole behaviour come frome ?

What was the reason ?

Who’s fault

And what is this all about?

-B.I

Frauenherz

Cro sagt er glaubt gott sei ne frau

Aber es ist ein mann das weiß ich ganz genau

Wär ers nicht

Gäbe es mehr licht

Mehr licht an den dunkelsten orten

Und mehr Wahrheit in worten

Mehr Gerechtigkeit auf dieser welt

Und das ende ist nicht so tief wenn man fällt

Es geht nicht so viel schief wenn man sich stellt

Und ein Reichtum an liebe statt an geld

-B.I

Checklist:

One:

always respect a caring mom

Two:

dont talk if you have no clue

Three:

be what you want your kids to be

Four:

always search for more

But five:

dont take more than you need to survive

And six:

dont use dirty tricks

Seven:

believe everyone could reach heaven

Because eight:

you don’t need to be great, straight or perfect

weight

Nine:

Treat yourself divine

Ten:

because nobody else can

-B.I

The Artist

What are we here for

If not

To become the spectators 

Of the cosmic artwork

Unfolding before our eyes

The cosmic artwork

Of a blue sky

With rose strokes across

As the sun's about to die

Over the far horizon

Only to be born again

The next present

With a new light

The cosmic artwork

Of the birds singing, 

On birth of light 

Each sunrise, of the clouds

Swaying and changing hues

The cosmic artwork

Of each little life itself

The chaos seemingly random

Binding us all with one life

Of the artist itself.

The cosmic artwork

That created nature,

The mother herself

For she's the artist of 

the cosmic art,

Her eyes glittered in awe

Of her own self.

.

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Their eyes stare close,

parallel into each other.

These mirrors of their souls,

create some infinite reflections,

Gazing deep inside, they see

their histories unwind ,

while their hearts intertwine.

They collapse in each other,

as if two black holes collide,

ending light, ceasing dark,

rebuilding space , creating their time.

Buried was a universe inside, now is

a spark that's theirs to be,

forever and ever...

-mauli

Days turn into weeks turn into months turn into years Time flies by in a blink of eye So many things we wanted So many thing we tried So many things we got So many tears dried. In our race against time We live, we loath , we cry Till the time comes, one day we realise In the wait of death, the end of our time, we rushed everything. We rushed life, and forgot to live and passed our precoius time by

-mauli ♡

I've never gulped water with such rush. With such restlessness, like i do now. I hope for it to fill me up. Completely. From inside. Like its a heavy plug. The hole in my chest would stop bleeding for once, and my heart would float for a second in the emptiness, it used to drown in.

-mauli

there was a room in my house

which was as secured as

the main door

i wasn't allowed to go

neither i had keys.

but every time i passby that room

it called me inside, cried for help

i was just 7

each night i went there

sat infront of the door

i talked with it, we talked for hours

it was 3 AM now.

i want to bed.

when i woke up, i was 14

i remember nothing

except for talking with that room

it was a normal day

but house was different and

noone was concerned

then i remembered

i opened that door next day after i woke up

~august/fictionflaws

there's always something i hide, something i whisper to myself at middle of the night.

-august/fictionflaws

he tortures me with his gaze, i am so stupid to fall for him.

-august/fictionflaws

Why is life so raw

I only wanted to get up off the floor

But you won’t let me rise

You just want to watch me fall.

Scared I will rise above yourself

Difference is , I ain’t a whore

I’ll do my chore

But you still keep pushing me to the damn floor .

Fear is greedy

I get that now

But your only feeding the demon within me .

Your negative words fall all around me.

You made me so sore

I just don’t care no more

So you see ,

I may be upon the floor

But inside I’m ready to roar.

As gentle as a butterfly

But yet it lies

Like a spy

With a fly

Upon my wall ,

Glorious colours to distract the eye,

From what is hidden beneath its wall ,

I dare knock as I’m scared I will fall,

As something as pretty as that,

Will clearly make me a fool,

I don’t hold the jewels ,

To unleash her soul

I would make her into a grizzly ghoul

She touches upon my senses

Makes my insides, go dense

But god forgive me

She is to damn cold

When I try to keep a hold

Of her love.

@trueemotions91

I see him everywhere

He smiles at me in the air,

He whispers me lullabies when I’m scared

Keeps the monsters from out my head ,

He holds me when I’m cold

Squeezes harder when I’m warm,

He just knows how , I liked to be hold

Ain’t a secret that could not be told .

I would trust him with my life

But I’m not to sure about a wife .

He is gentle , I know that so

But he is also very powerful .

Would he scare her gentle soul

I honestly don’t know .

@trueemotions91

He Is my pal for life

Don’t make any mistake

He will guard me all through the night

My winner in every fight

He don’t know fear

But he always knows

When danger is about

He smells it with his nose ,

He ain’t no clown

Believe me so,

He loves full hearted

He don’t know anything cold ,

He knows when I’m scared

He can feel it through the air

He comforts me , without a blink in his stare.

She cries a million tears every year,

She rips up the earth,

She sends voltage through our grounds to help us recharge ,

She shines the brightest light in the sky,

She can whisper ,

She can roar ,

She heals,

She grows,

She loves ,

Who is she ?

And how come we don’t answer her calls.

@trueemotions91

Love ,

or is it destruction ,

We crave for love ,

For that special touch,

Even if it means our souls get broke along the way,

But why do we allow someone to crush us,

For the sake of that hug,

Or tender touch ,

Is it love we are craving ,

Or the feeling of need ,

Like a baby seed,

Being nourished until it reaches full growth,

Is that growth ,

when we finally realise ,

We no longer need to be loved ,

Coz the only love we need,

Is self love,

To grow from the arms that wrapped us so tight,

Is it time for me to final breath,

Is it suffocation of our soul,

And we only crave because we lost the touch,

To Mother Earth.

@trueemotions91