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Poem: Cotton Candy
I’ll dream of you
In navy blue
Like you wore on that late spring night
When the festival light
Of fireworks bright
Was reflected back by your wide eyes.
I’ll sing to you of the world as I knew it
Amid the neon boom
That pounded in my ears.
It was the same night that I knew I loved you,
Cotton candy caught in my curls
Like the woven thread
Of my fingers intertwined with yours,
When I stood close enough to you
That I thought I could hear
The navy blue neon boom
Of your heartbeat matching mine.
j.p
I snake of her seep.
Her lie of her night.
Her edge of her night.
Her weak.
Her shine to the rights of her.
I call by the moon.
Sant deep.
Lit-ears like love looms.
A love loom. A light.
An edge. A naasha.
A tabaha.
A love on the moon iks and sand mars.
A light to the edge of her soil.
Her night is Basmein.
Ha kaas mein. Sahita.
Ha judge hai mahita.
Sab nahi par dinka pyaar.
Si chi li vo ti vaha pyar me.
Sunidhi
The world is bigger than.
My reed is lover when.
A thought is bigger fan.
A lie to knit you with.
A date to lover with.
Is compliance a great hood of her?
My heroine.
My crust takes.
My hurt love.
A sin.
A love bead.
Bard shaped muse.
A sight-toxic.
Win my love.
Hone my deep.
Be her.
Be me.
Subdue.
Love me right of shape.
Love me formless.
Be.
Sunidhi
A foreboding blood on my love.
A love in my head sitter.
A sight of nothing left.
He was the place we can be.
Her.
Sight.
Blood.
Goth presuming of love gore.
Hearts sleeve of a lover girl.
Sunidhi
A love that we can't do. Swimmers can't ear her.
A take three on her eye. Dumb love.
Swimmer. Painter in your eyes. Skin shapes of night.
Stay on your love. Talk of your love.
Stay honed up. Thoughts no bruise.
A lover like mud lotus in the tinge black wood. Leaf on sunburnt nips.
Her love hearts and tentacles. Tentacles of her moons.
Her moon. Her eye rolled backwards to heaven.
Sly on the roll. A hinge lover.
A lie. A lie on touch.
A thing. A sly on the cusp of moon.
A love. A person is made of choices he takes.
A lover rakes. A love where you are.
Stay loned lie you are.
Her.
Sunidhi
you are one of the reasons i believe in the existence of a living God.
-katie
Colours
pink like the roses you gave me
like the blush tinting my cheeks
like my lips lifted into a smile
blue like the ribbon binding the flowers together
like the infinite sky above us
like the little birds chirping their tunes
green like the leaves of those flowers
like the soft grass beneath our feet
like that four-leaf clover;
handing you my luck
orange like the sun’s rays
streaming in through the window,
bathing everything in a warm glow.
silver like the ring encircling your finger,
like the one identical to mine
like the stars twinkling in the night sky,
when I fell asleep in your arms.
gold like the pendant glinting at my throat
unlike the promises
that you made to me,
and broke.
white like your t-shirt
before it was stained with your deceit
like the little lies you told me;
till I didn’t know what to believe
black like your wavy hair
silky to the touch
like the murky air
that’s suffocating the two of us
grey like the storm that’s been brewing
lightning striking in flashes,
like those pink roses,
the ones I burned to ashes.
did i know you?
i still think of you
a passing thought in my mind's traffic.
i pay no attention,
"ignore it and it'll go away"
most days, it works.
but some days, in the dead of the night
when the darkness engulfs
both me and my musings,
it does not work.
it does not work and I reach out,
clutching that thought,
clinging to it
the idea of you.
the you I've built in my head.
the you who's soft as the petals of a rose,
comforting like a cup of warm chocolate.
but it isn't real,
it never was.
the real you pricks me
like the thorns of that very rose;
the real you is cold, indifferent.
or maybe,
i don't know you.
my mind deceives me,
there is no black and white,
only a grey haze.
as my fingers hover over your name on my phone,
i pull them back.
maybe I know you, maybe I don't.
maybe I miss you, but it's not enough.
your thorns have pricked me more than once.
so I still think of you,
but I'll never let you know.
I should have left
when the kisses moved from my lips to my cheeks.
I should have left
when the warm hugs
turned into quick brushes.
I should have left
when a cold shoulder replaced
the one I leaned on.
When a few words
sparked arguments
and hour long silences,
I should have turned my back on you.
But I didn't
And that's my mistake to bear.
You were bitter
so, so bitter,
but your sweet aftertaste
had me coming back for seconds
and more.
I should have left when
my name on your lips stopped sounding like music
and your eyes
no longer held all the stars
in the night sky.
I should have left you
the moment we fell out of love.