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**You Were There
To be More
is everything
you're hungry for
Only your touch on this
moment is too fleeting
to generate anything but
leftover memories of a tradition
A collision of time revealing
in a blur of headlights
what you'd written on the
windowpane once
"I was here"
So be here
with me
then
#LoveLetters #CrowsTales #vss365 #AtreyasVerse #ToPRoom #TurningThePhrase #poetry #Writing #vssPoem #PromptPoetry #280characters #SilverWrites
**Who's Responsible For This?
I should be afraid
Of what blossoms in the
shadow of a world where
fear is a piano forte we've
all learnt to play
The self righteous
crack of gunfire muzzling
the grim sound of glass
crumbling into the
grave dust staining our
hands with the blood
of innocents
And I am
Aren't you?
#TurningThePhrase #AtreyasVerse #CrowsTales #ToPRoom #vss365 #poetry #Writing #vssPoem #PromptPoetry #280characters #SilverWrites
#turningthephrase #atreyasverse #InstantEternal
It's March
Taken 3 months
But
I'm all about the business of words.
No longer
discombobulated
I'm
Feeling whole again and ready.
Called out
I swear I've changed
Cried
and tried to see the patterns of behavior
#history is but a
corridor of echoes
reverberating
with the footsteps
of our predecessors,
walking in a different time,
but to
the same,
essential
beat.
A little boy
in an elfin pinnace
was shown
Nature's dark door
— a door that opened
on her blacker hidden heart.
Though she lulls
and soothes,
don't turn towards her,
for one moment,
a complacent eye...
lyrics that rain
as your guitar
gently weeps...
sturdy boughs
of stillness,
branch outwards from
the shared trunk
of contedness
an oaken love
watered by Time's rain,
nourished by the sunshine of
of our shared
experiences
gnarled fingers
intertwine like brittle twigs,
fragile,
yet still reaching
for the stars
thunder
shouts of desire
electric passion
🌩️ has riven
our charged sky
the moment is
scintillating
but
just
as quickly
as it arrives,
it dies —
we die
— in
each
other's
arms
Our lives
are scattered
tales
lived in
pieces,
joined
by
a
fragile
thread
tapestry of
half-remembered
vignettes
told again
through refracted images
on screens,
once
in paper albums,
that never
truly capture
the beatiful banality
of those
once lived
moments
#atreyasverse
Signatures of twilight
that we shared
remain in the lines
of your sleep-softened face:
cursives, narrating the way
we danced w/ the fireflies
beneath the new moon
in the fading light,
before sharing
a last silvered-caress...
Lace the wisp of Winter
with a story
by the fire
Tell ur tales
of holy grails
& machinations dire
Lift us from
this torpid state
& take us on a trip
No need for mushrooms
or LSD
just ur words & ready wit
Fire our minds
revive our souls
We turn to you, our dad
Spellbound
at midnight...
😈 of course 😈
What self-respecting
wizard, witch
or mage
would risk
opening the pages
of their spell-o-pedia
at ten to twelve,
excitedly letting fly
a premature
incantation
before the lyricism
and power
of the sacrosanct
midnight hour?
Much of life is
poetry unheard,
but sensed,
nonetheless:
the rhythm
of the seasons;
the personified beam
of a summer sun;
the caesura
of a Winter frost.
Much of life is
poetry unheard,
but sensed,
nonetheless:
the rhythm
of the seasons;
the personified beam
of a summer sun;
the caesarea
of a Winter frost.
The ones we leave behind —
in a lift,
in a room,
in a yoga class,
as we sashay off,
smirk on our lips,
impudent wiggle
in our hips —
little victories
against taste,
but we've all done it —
even the queen.
Wayward child
w/ wayward smile:
what have u done?
why no denial?
Too often has
that troubling grin,
lit up a face
so sick with sin!
Now the grin
gives in to laughter:
what news to come?
what follows after?
Wayward child
U are my own
Ur sins are mine
I must atone!
#atreyasverse
seemingly
d
i s
a
r r
a n g
e
d
outside,
Love's antic-disposition:
a distraction
from the
\
\
\
\
anchoring
role it plays
in the midst
of life's passing
storms
\ \ \ \ \
caverns of the soul:
vast reservoirs
of strength
labyrinth of ideas:
unfathomable network
of the mind
citadel of the heart:
impenetrable bastion
of love
puzzle within an enigma:
the great mystery
of humankind
FU autocorrect (version 2)
Sunlit wisps
of stardust: ✨
brilliant
reflections
of their
source,
✨ meander
wistfully
through
darker
spaces,
ephemeral,
meagre,
but light
in the
dark
all the ✨
same
✨
𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴
scarlet halo
fallen angel
tranquil savage
uncertain haven
newborn ghost
ancient child
sullied purity
violence mild
starry carpet
ocean skies
deafening silence
eyes shut wide
discordant aria
musical screams
bitter sweetmeats
nightmare dream
wastelands
of time
s t r e t c h e d
ahead of him
and back —
suddenly having
all the time
meant
none of the time
mattered
playing the game
with the cheat code on
he decided
to travel forwards
in time
to his death
two minutes later,
his journey
came to an end
Pause the words,
just listen
to the birds;
take in Nature's
calm conversation
for your regeneration;
cancel out
tech's white noise
by babbling brook;
be grateful
for Nature's bounty
wherever you look!
stars dream
of being rivers
valleys dream
of being hills
burns dream
of being shivers
Jacks dream
of being Jills
lions dream
of being beavers
hermits dream
of being divas
night dreams
of being day
I dream
that you had stayed
immoral rapacity —
its tautology too confronting
to ignore
#atreyasverse (Take 2)
... but not as confronting as my homophonic typo!
👀🤣🤣🤣
immoral rapacity —
its tautology to confronting
to ignore
cords
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e
clutch for me,
embrace me,
syphon into me
the direst cruelty:
babe smashed
shattered jaw
innocence stained
demon's maw
t
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s
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the abyss
an endless sleep
waking torment
in too deep
fin
Beware the cords
of dark existence -
artful deceivers,
making bragging claims
to pull you up,
but only drag you down...
Wealth, Popularity,
Fame and Gain -
the four horsemen
of a spiritual apocalypse:
tempting you to ride;
galloping you to your doom,
#atreyasverse
#sycophant kisses
taints #robust #spirit of worth
#resigned servitude
Attics of the wasted mind,
so cluttered with
an accumulation
of ramshackle boxes
marked 'genius'
but taped so firmly shut.
Vacant once,
now filled with the detritus
of a life
lived on the edge
of greatness —
attics of the wasted mind.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀
Raked pale,
battered by time
& chance,
her bedraggled soul
sails, adrift
along the cinder paths...
Lost... aloof...
she severed
connections,
greeted, now,
by vacant stares
& empty hearts,
which echo
with strains
of half-forgotten
youth
#atreyasverse