Compliments -I’ve always loathed them,
I mean, can’t we just keep quiet?
Even Pablo Neruda would agree,
After all ‘Keeping Quiet’ was his dream.
Or was it just wordplay to soothe the senses and brighten perspectives?
It’s funny how I sugarcoat depression,
Making it taste like candy just so I can forget what self-hate does
To my tongue.
(Candy is sweet)
I’ve a strange resonance with Edgar Allan Poe,
Mind you, I don’t need melancholy to have a gothic soul.
But his words were the first,
To spark within me the love for all things dark and sad.
‘A dream within a dream’ how else would you define life?
While other girls look for ‘Fault in Our Stars’,
I’m content to watch spaceships dart right across the universe into a Black hole,
Where a concourse of time and space is relishing to the eyes,
On how devoted I am to the glories Of an idiot box.
I like to announce my carelessness,
Pronouncing each mistake with immense satisfaction.
I’m not a peach, I’m a nut,
Impossible to crack.
Impossible to chew.
(Alas! the irony makes me sigh)
Hurt me once, oh please do,
I’ll be kind, I promise you.
Hurt me thrice,
Picture me cutting you into pieces,
Unfathomable to the mind.
(I used to cut plastic dolls, you know)
I’ve gone way overboard with free-verse poetry, don’t you think?
As some of you might already know, I mostly resort to writing poems with a certain rhyme scheme.
Well, for a little change I decided to go for free-verse poetry.
This is an epitome of letting my thoughts flow. I literally wrote the first thing that came to my mind lol.