Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Her Fall

And she falls off from the mount.
The tall story that she believed was just a fiction.
She couldn’t hold the white lie.
And she hop’s off the mount again.
Broken hip, Bleeding horn.
She weeps, shedding tears, keening.
And she hop’s off the mount again.
But her bohemian soul still stood there.

Hushed as halcyon era and idyllic. 

Sunday, 27 September 2015


My body glows with the shame of being with you.
I expand and contract as I suck in the poison from your lips.
Bitter enough.
Growl tongue.
And she rips of my jaw.

Friday, 25 September 2015

All That She Can Do

I burn,
You suffer,
He dies and she smiles.
We fuck,
I explore,
Live life and she carries.
I am symmetry,
Built for you,
Custom made and she owns it.
I drown,
I die,
She kills and she leaves.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

You Could Never Know

I can’t believe that the world in which I live in is all just a fake word.
I can’t even believe that the world where I live in is of humans who eat themselves to survive.
I can’t understand what greediness is, even after I am so much greedy.
I can’t understand what these feelings are which makes me write beyond I could reach.
I can experience the limitlessness that I can have with my life ahead but too short.
I know that you are not able to figure out what I say, and I don’t want anyone to be.
And my words best define me without letting anyone know.
Everybody have an incomplete broken part of my story and no one is one.

And I am the one.

Sunday, 20 September 2015


It’s dark out there and it’s pretty rough.
Lick it with your mushy tongue and that vibe of ecstasy on your face makes me filthier and as my carpals reach for your ovaries and you shout out as I grind you in me.
I feel thirstier.


Tuesday, 15 September 2015


I feel like am plain in and out.
As the wind blows through the void and reaches the other end of my head.
I feel null.
Am stuck in my cot ,staring at the corner with my pen halfway down my throat.
I feel rotten.
I am done with the insects around me and there fcuking morals.
And now am nude and for love, like a beast.
I feel free.


Wednesday, 9 September 2015

To Youthful Virgins

Am a tore page from many chapters.
Being crumbled by hands of many, stabbed and burned as they pass.
Crushed feelings like never before sprout deep in me.
I have lost many people to whom I owned a bond.
Tore apart like it never should be united.
It’s like am waiting for someone as I wake up with the star.
Facing the irreconcilable me on the cheval glass is my first vision before dawn.

And it’s not the infirm me.
He is strange, unknown, and distinct to the youthful virgins.

Thursday, 3 September 2015

My Current Frame Of Mind

Am quite undissolved to myself.
Being quiet for a while from my inane life.
 My savagely violent tears cut my cheeks.
 And am not aware of my impassive style of my tale.

"A Sick Boy's Figment memory"

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