Jumin Is Gonna Get His Nose Broke Lbr He Probably Can't Fight For Shit

SCRIBBLE AND SCRATCH

With a cup of tea, a pen, and my book

I sat to write at my favorite nook.

Head filled with voices trying to get out,

And a heart humming with tunes of doubt.

I scribble, and scratch then my words fade,

As I suppress the thoughts that make me afraid.

So I go back to the books that give me relief.

To find my answers within someone else's grief.

There are many problems within these books.

And in that world, solutions aren't mine to look

Within worn-out, annotated, and yellow pages,

I forget my fright as I did for ages.

Soon I'm drawn back to my nook

Holding on to empty pages of the notebook

I scribble, and scratch but the words don't fade

For I've let my thoughts out of its shade.

A CELESTIAL INSECURITY

Is the moon envious of the sun?

And it's radiance that cannot be outdone?

Is that why she hides behind the earth?

Calls it an eclipse but, doubting her worth.

What does she see when she looks into the lake?

Her molten silver face or the distortion that ripples make?

Is this why poets always write about her desolate beauty?

Because she's more like us than any character from a movie.

A celestial body far far away

Like all our insecurities in display

How many times have we envied others radiance,

And hid away from an audience?

Doubting our worth, causing self-esteem distortion

By looking at a person's life only in portion?

So like her, we go through phases

And like her, we grow through phases.

 The endearing youth looks around 

Searching for something, seeking someone

All the gopi of Brij ask their darling

“What is that thee seek so dearly Girdhari?”

“Thy footsteps have become transient? 

Our anklets which chimed along with your

the melodious morning flute feels distant and silent.

What is that thee seek so dearly Govind?”

“We scan amber heaven for thou as

our kohl feels amiss without thy divine embrace,

the universe feels unfathomable and labyrinth 

What is that thee seek so dearly Vasudev?

The saccharine smile of the youth 

gazes the sky reflective of his complexion

with those bejeweled eyes affixed yet adrift

extends his sapphire hands as he says 

‘I yearn, the beauty’s euphoric darshan

she, the very presence of self

adorned in humility of Vrindaban

This Murali seeks for his Manmayi’

I yearn, for the essence of tenderness

She, who dances under nightfall luminous cape

embellished herself in ornaments from the moon,

This Keshav seeks for his Keshavi’

‘I yearn, the nectar of their name,

undiluted bliss, clinging to me like a rare perfume

melts away heavenly sinners’ lie

This Shyam seeks for his Radhe’

- nocturne 

One of us is dead.

It's dark outside, it's dark inside

I woke up from the crash without you beside.

It's dark outside, it's dark inside

All I can feel is my hand covered in blood that's dried.

A blaze of light, an ear-splitting screech

Before I could grasp, you were out of reach.

A blaze of light, an ear-splitting screech

While we desperately try to hold on to each.

The world upended, everything still

What just happened? Was it real or just a drill?

The world upended, everything still

A feeling down my spine, is it blood or just a chill?

I lay there, feeling the time cease

Exhausted as the pain increased.

I lay there, feeling the time cease

Wishing I could just sleep in peace.

Days skip ahead, Weeks skip ahead,

You don't see the tears I shed.

Days skip ahead, Weeks skip ahead,

You don't hear a word I said.

I lose count, Time skips ahead,

And I realize one of us is dead.

i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds

sorry i cant hang out tomorrow im celebrating the death of a 2123 year old roman politician with a bunch of psychos on tumblr. yeah its gonna be all day

I Never Could

With a shy smile and a dusty guitar

You sing me a song about rainy afternoons

You close your eyes and get lost in the lines

Leaving me envious

Of the words that left your lips

And those strings under your fingertips

I want to reach out, hold your hand

Instead, I hold myself back

Try not to break the spell

But you pull me close, hold me tight

Between now and then, I give up the fright.

It's not a fireworks-and-butterflies kiss.

Instead, it feels more like a sea breeze

And coming home

I peek a glance to see that your eyes

Are closed the way you do when you sing your lines.

Your arms wrap me from behind,

Your head on my shoulder, breath on my neck.

You hum a song

That we claimed as ours, like a wind in my ears.

This time around, it's your guitar that's left envious.

I kiss your freckles, scars, and moles.

And wonder how the songs could leave your lips

Because I never could.

“I suppose I love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.”

— Andrea Gibson, Birthday

John Green; Paper Towns

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