Poetry Favorite short poem

God owes me Royalties

Do my words need makeup
anti-age cream for my lines
Remixing and deejaying
multiple images of a singular deity
Reincarnated of carnality
cindered in obdurate morality
Pulsing throbbing the ghosts
rearranging
Skeletons like lego
pomegranate love-buds juicing stains
Not guilt but smudged badges of honour
my soul copyrighted for first-use and
the royalties will pay the debt I
accrued on your behalf.

— Vinay Verma


Ls x
 
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I know that my profile will be serene
in the north of an unreflecting sky.
Mercury of vigil, chaste mirror
to break the pulse of my style.

For if ivy and the cool of linen
are the norm of the body I leave behind,
my profile in the sand will be the old
unblushing silence of a crocodile.

And though my tongue of frozen doves
will never taste of flame,
only of empty broom,

I'll be a free sign of oppressed norms
on the neck of the stiff branch
and in an ache of dahlias without end.


Sonnet - Federico Garcia Lorca
 
Untitled by stylesclash

shower me with
your naked thoughts
and spare me
the varnish of
humility and grace
and the platitudes
we mouth to give
ourselves that appearance
of humanity

as in this
idealistic condition
in which kindness
and optimism
are the quintessence
of itself

i don't
give a fuck
about kindness
and the binary
of optimism and
pessimism leaves
no room for reality
so fuck that

least of all
from yourself
who i don't expect
to conform to
the standards of beauty
and fit neatly
into the boring box
of womanhood
which is made
by woman-haters
whose artisanal hands have
made itself as
ostentatious as
empty

looking
without
being

and that's
not at all unlike
manhood
which creates
a veneer of strength
from illiteracy
as the resultant void of
emotional depth
is held-up
for exaltation

these varnishes
of people
cannot confront
the depravity
of themselves
but we can

not that
the implication
is that we can
conquer it
but we can
admit our fuck-ups
and secrets
and try to attenuate
our impulses
or at least glue ourselves
together over
these scattered and piecemeal
confessions
and move-on

and move-up

hollow things
as money
won't be so hollow
when we are drinking
from the cocktail
of each other's
trust
catharses
depravity
and the ambition
to rise above
all of it

fuck your
beauty-quest
and tell me
who you
really are

and i'll
tell you
who i really am.
 
Waking up each day
Struggling to make life right
So worried about losing grip
So tired of this constant fight
I want something I can feel
Feel alone when you're wide awake
In a room full of happy souls
They can't see your smile is fake
Behind the mask, an empty hole
Lie alone
Everyone has gone
Alone again, in absolute
Despair
Despair settles every night
No sleep just swirling round
Fixating on shames and pains
Sinking falling to the ground
overwhelming...this is far too much.....
blankly staring
watching from outside yourself
as you fall to pieces
The fight is lost ...
Despite the pain
And loss
And defeat
I cannot help but feel relief
It’s finally over
And oblivion is here
A final release
All mercy
No fear
 
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