holyshittywritings

[holyshittywritings]

I'll work the dials, push all the buttons

Oh, broken washing machine

Please take me back

[holyshittywritings]

I have lost all energy

To do anything

Except love.

[holyshittywritings]

Walking on the road

I take it every day,

Got blinded by your sparks

Glasses fell astray,

Glad I stopped

To watch your beauty age,

Living in your hearth

Till my last page.

[holyshittywritings]

Some words are complete poetry themselves.

What does it matter?

Even thinking about you makes my chest ache

I cannot even say one word to you.

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I turn towards him on the balcony.

"Maybe I was stupid, but I did hurt you. How can you still love me?" I stared at his face for a long time. He didn't reply because how could I ask him this, and my mind knows no answer to give myself.

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the end cannot be the same as the start, or what'd the story change?

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The Seven Deadly Sins

She sits on a self-made throne

Smirking up toward the gods,

A sigh of content leaves her mouth

Eyes closed, she smiles and nods.

All the gold rests at her feet

Yet she dreams of more,

Thinks wisely about fulfilling her wants,

Existence of others, she ignores.

Except for the one she sees,

A naked beauty in the cold

Like all things that she must have,

Leaving the story of grief untold.

Soon, she is no longer smirking

But yearning for what the gods have,

As if mortal desires aren't enough,

Immortal lushness, she wants to add.

Mortal food tastes incomplete

To what she craves of godly foods,

She can only see its shine and gold,

The deadliness, her mind eludes.

Squinting eyes turn red

From what it seems, she cannot obtain

Not a step down she takes,

For herself, she orders others to attain.

Soon, they say her reign shall end

And serve as a warning to the rest,

Yet, like Icarus's closeness to the sun,

The same, no one should be able to attest.

[holyshittywritings]

the lies you told

hiding behind constitutional rights

no one taught you how to lie

social convention cannot win

silence was the only reply

befuddlement as companion

only lies that did escape the mind

were all easily about ' I '

( I'm fine, I can do it, I am )

[holyshittywritings]

it starts great

then you break

salvation's brought in

you can't accept it

you are broken

the mistakes turn back

you absolute fool

your love is a tragedy

doomed by narrative.

[holyshittywritings]

I'll work the dials, push all the buttons

Oh, broken washing machine

Please take me back

[holyshittywritings]

Born with the dawn's first light To young devoted parents Questioned the mystery of existence Under the night sky On top of the highest mountain Lit a fire to leave a mark Decorated the candles and diyas For safety, love and hope When in the bright white room Yelled and cried for help The warm glow of fairy lights Gave rise to understandings

Yet only on the darkest days With the lights switched off And the dark grey skies Laying on the cold hard floor Remembered that God may exist No time for its justifications Prayed for empty nothingness Silence, vacuum, no senses Prayed to it for the end This is what divine meant The vast, unending void Let's submerge in God

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i hope the world is better than i am

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People kill me

With their expectations

And emotional blackmail,

The side-eye expressions

And fake sympathy,

The scolding I deserve

And the kindness they forget.

She loves my different earrings

Oh, that smile after he helped

That sincere goodbye

That hope cause we are friends,

A pat on the back

Laughing at my jokes

Bearing with my nastiness

And taking me to school,

People save me, somedays.

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Finally

January has ended

And February holds no promise

Of the sun through this harsh fog

Guilt of past, present, future,

Weakens my soul

Carelessly

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I have lost all energy

To do anything

Except love.

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Poetry trade?

yes,

-

The veiled morning blooms

Of every shameful beginning,

Grasp onto the lost sadness,

My wishes and wishes under the moon.

Take me to the mountains where

Happiness is broader than the mind

And lay me on a thousand flowers,

Nothing keeps the truth of me alive.

Crows know of the burning sensation

Like a statue asking to be saved,

I would rather use those hands

To sculpt my own piece of bliss.

Full of nostalgic vanilla melancholy

Always followed by wings of laughter,

Because the rose-tinted memories

Could never truly bleed forever.

-

@thevicepope

[holyshittywritings]

Legs getting heavier each second

Each step as I walk

Towards the open door of your room

At the end of a long corridor

No lights are switched on, of course

Its night, so the moonlight does enter

Strongly through your windows

Not for anything to be clearly visible

Only outlines of black and silver

Inside which, I can sense

Your messy desk and messy bed

It all truly looks like a room

Lost in history, lost in time

Not where I had seen you just two days ago

So I can't switch the light on

Even if I don't need to find the switch, I know

The harsh glow will say someone stays here

When this greyness spoke the truth

No one is ever going to live here again

You are not gonna come back from the dead.