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    August 27

    i smelt you

     

    i woke up
    smelling the morning air
    as usual
    but it felt different
    it felt as if
    it's mixed with your smell

    i whispered
    as if
    casting a spell on myself
    i didn't want to wake up
    and yet
    stay in my senses

    i lay on my bed
    still, yet moved
    and touched
    your smell had seeped inside
    through my skin
    to my nerves

    i wondered
    if my blood is intoxicated
    cuz' it felt
    what i smelt
    with the morning air
    i smelt you

     
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    August 20

    i know not, but what?

     
    it feels funny at times
    and cold too
    it makes me feel uneasy
    and peaceful too
    i dunno what i want to say
    but i know what i feel
    i need to curb my thoughts
    but the fruit of thought i peel
    i shall and i will
    but how and what
    i might be able to
    but i feel distraught
    they overwhelm me
    and i give in
    i might do what is not right
    but what i do ain't a sin
    what i ought to know
    is what i know not
    i know it all i say
    though i need not
    are my thoughts the culprit
    or is it me?
    do i continue to question
    or let it be?
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    August 14

    !!!

     
    when you’re expecting the bad
    and good happens
    when you’re happy
    but the situation worsens
    when you try to look normal
    with a swarm of thoughts inside
    when you look funny
    with no place for the emotions to hide
    when you talk less
    and think that you’re talking right
    when you talk enough
    but it seems to end in a fight
    when you try hard
    to make things look perfect
    when you don’t try at all
    and the results are not what you expect
    when you look back
    and think about all of it
    you feel that you’ve lived enough
    but need to continue, not quit

     
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    August 06

    In love with death

     
    fluttering through the life
    I fell in love with death
    the end of life
    the end of fear
    death, my love
    strong enough
    to keep me alive
    now that
    the hope lies
    on its deathbed
    alive, but not kicking
    counting its last breaths 
     

    I'm fine and none of the happenings in my life inspired this poem. I thought of letting you all know this beforehand otherwise you guys might wonder why I'm writing gloomy stuff. :)

    I only happened to dream about falling in love with death. Confused

     

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    August 01

    Red and her

     
    I see the bride wearing red
    I see her tender lips that are red
    I see her cheeks that are blushing red
    I see her nails that are painted red
     
    I feel her love that is red
    I feel the beats of her heart that pumps red
    I feel the gush of adrenaline in her blood that is red
    I feel the passion of her joy that oozes red
     
    I see her feet that are on the seventh heaven, and red
    I see her waiting endlessly on the bed with a red bedspread
    I see the spark in her eyes thta are twinkling red
    I see her and I see red
     
     
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