amnamurtaza
Assalamoalikum sister, how are you?
I miss reading your work, why did you unpublished it?
lonefigure
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a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ]
heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones; years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache.
a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain.
frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass.
evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey.
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a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 )
bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries.
copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues.
palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique.
blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones.
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a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)
steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft.
a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission.
jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias.
violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements, frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth.
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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (28th december 2022)
hidden parks and streams like earthquakes; what has fallen, what has suffocated lustrous. burning flocks of yarned succors, thousand cuts on a black december. with darkness there is no sight, no diversity, no light; what is underneath, how much pain unseen.
spruced thunder and rain that shivers; bones of roses, salt that slivers. rainbow that crinkles and wrinkles evanescent; equinoxes that confess, odes that raucously bleed. naive dew with dragonflies of sunsets, knots consumed, blush of ashes frozen.
vivid breaths, dawn that palpitates; speckled red that glows, ocean water thickens with native noor. a fortresses of mares and massacres; persimmons and rose quenched murderers. waist caressed with waterfalls, stories of prison; what if simple steps should be celebrated?
scarce metaphors, ignited honour; orange burns, peripheral endurance like november's. chestnut crowns, mysterious surrenders; wandering spines and vivacious respect. allow the storm to scream, to be verocious; you must remain silent, you must have it betrayed.
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princessayeesh
I loveeeee your profile
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a small token of kindness (07th november 2022)
patterns on palms and paws, warriors of lost tears; smears and sunlight immersed in veins; water and wax, both who prick sins. mind the bashful door, the silhouettes of skins unfurnished; freedom is only if the streets are not crowded with regret.
ports of integrity and boats of grace; rain a moon that reverberates, a storm and wings with their own mind. condemn the sky and its fingers of silver syllables; what cannot hold blood can only ever be vacant.
secure the horizon, wash the world with ancient rhymes; hang the throat by its heart. song of canaries, struggling cabarets; they say nature is weak where footprints are dense. here is the hand, the hand of reckoning; sometimes stalwart beneath abyss.
tides crash into limbs, limbs of salt and tsunamis; hope dragged in a slipstream, gratitude weather worn, vehement. find me in seas and mysteries; lock your eyes with the breathless cerulean. be it silly or be it the law; do not water a thorn hoping it will grow as a rose.
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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (5th november 2022)
mouth of honesty, bloody honey; ravenous sobriquets, transparent metaphors. panting edicts, divine passages; unambiguous gravity, chaotic muscles. summer hunger, fermenting sun; mullein breaths, fervent dust. metamorphic roads, joyous courage; naked rage and newborn remembrance.
exuberant mountains, icy bees; conformed pollen, eclipsed wins. clavicle roots, burning prayers; mediocre comfort, hopeful sorrows. web of confidants, shadows of the known; gentle croaks, hesitant murders. mind a wild animal, a forest caged; auroras and sacrifices, reminiscent repercussions.
bodies of petunias, breathing skins; blood of stories, water of prison. white cotton whispers, kind demons; alchemy of weaknesses, battling questions. sacred dignity, waves of hormones; rituals of october, bargaining autumn. drop by drop, zest of oranges.
esprit of mother's milk, primal daughters; lust of earth, a shadow pure. work into exhaustion, round the clock and round the ; there is half of hope alive, half of flesh left to strain. cold is the night, still and mellow; cold is the sun that has wrung itself yellow. perhaps the moon curses its cries, hides in lone pain and white sky, for then it is rarely rejected; unlike storms.
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a small token of kindness [25th june 2022]
maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles.
daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters.
murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother.
build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky.
fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives.
as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert.
hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain.
winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young.
petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt.
how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving.
words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues.
how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive.
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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [25th june 2022]
maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles.
daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters.
murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother.
build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky.
fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives.
as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert.
hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain.
winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young.
petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt.
how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving.
words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues.
how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive.
#adropofhumanity