Poetry #65

The Unknown Entity

i described you once as a soft blue fire,
a falling masterpiece drowning in water yet suffocating in air;

Poetry #64

ocean’s depth testing a metronome’s maximum,

for perhaps i am not falling but all along diving—

intentionally in a course of water in banter,

Poetry #63

A dive too deep for a sweet glimpse

of corals and shells beneath,

stars are now above and jellyfishes below glow,

Poetry #62

Exclamation Point to His Beloved Question Mark

i have always been a little too much for everything;

summoned amidst overwhelming pain and neverending grudge,

a mere intensity that’s forever against the creme de la creme world,

and next to excitement is a rare sight to hold;

Poetry #61

An Unknown Entity

dancing in grace as constantly grazed,

languid and cold yet longs for someone to hold,

far from cream of end yet want it seized,

vague but firm in a monochrome so bold.

Poetry #60

Formulating Thoughts to Solve This Feeling

i thought i would marry Calculus—

the co-creator of excellent architectures,

Poetry #59

deliquescence // the cube that melts before the blue fire

 hell is claimed to be the most fiery of all,

yet i made it out—

still frozen and untouched,

tougher ice much unmatched,

with colder breeze that sets my wall,

propelling better these invaders on first stroll.

Poetry #58

 a snail’s trail that fail,

limped off the path that’s pursued;

beat but continued.

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slow's endeavor

Poetry #57

   Spectrum of fading hues that rise afterward—
   Unending remorse is an unforeseen ending,

Poetry #56

eight legs led by head—

revere to weave behaved web;

home to all that’s one.

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spider concinnity

Poetry #55

Night Screams

amidst the darkness conquering a sanctuary,

when the core of my psyche is devoured,

my saviour strolls down my way—

wearing clearer, brighter and sharper look;

Poetry #53

 gone through the broad celestial sky under the mellowed sun,
would i be able to fly amidst the storm of life?
when i stay as a swayed crow thrown among a baffled myriad,
soaring through remains implausible after all.

Poetry #54

   and thus, we are feared;
   the incipiency of global crisis
   that abates the rulers’ rules,
   nullifies ecclesiastical moral,

Poetry #52

 ants follow a line,

though end’s shallow while aligned,

they’re led when needed.

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colony concinnity

Poetry #51

 a quill needs no ink
for any writer to write;
even eyes tell tale.

Poetry #50

THREE POEMS IN ONE

Reverse Poetry and Limerick

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        i have always wanted to disown you,
        so, don’t believe when i say,

Poetry #49

for i am but a raped prostitute—

while the world was blinded of that truth,

the cry for rights is abortive,

i just had to bear a sin so massive;

a child resulted from being mute.

Poetry #47

       no, kid.

       to childhood, don’t bid

       your goodbye

Poetry #46

a little lost but that’s fine.

i gotta wander around—

aimlessly hastily bide

and keep hoping to be found.

Poetry #47

let me dive into this mess,

forget and set for dent.

lie down, lay thorn, hence,

a debacle born; here, sent.