Text

Genuine question. Where I can find lipstick/ balm of this shade
0 notes
Text



The salt in my tears taste different
And my heart beats a different rhythm
I shall stay close to my skin and bones and greave on my arms, my shoulders, my palms, my fingers
The touch
My nose
For the chance in earth I smelled
For our freedom which we used to crave now truly seeing its limits
Self sabotage then its guilt what kind of hypocrisy it is
But no one told a man what to do when the familiar feelings starts to feel unfamiliar
When creases of our hands start to feel changed
What to do when I shall no longer see emotions but reasons for it
'Rationality is a curse' I call out loud
I can no longer feel my bones aching and leaving the depths words
The fireflies are now casting its shadow on on my shriveled tongue
So I crush its life between my teeth
I slit my palm to make my life line long and yours longer
And chase the lightning to see the weather without my eyes
Breathing not living as colours were stepping back too scared to ruin the lives
Oh what a fool they are
The blank canvas I painted,somehow seems untouched
Intertwined_letters
#intertwined letters#my writing#spilled ink#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#mbbs#fantasy#lumity#huntlow#intertwined#interpersonal relationships#sad poem#sad poetry#suffocation#passive aggressive
5 notes
·
View notes
Text

I made playlist for both of us
Now I listen to it just to hear songs that aren't in my loop anymore
1 note
·
View note
Text

28/11
The walls around me are chasing down
Compacting Clutching suffocating my breath
And void of solitude and not the kind you enjoy is giving me all kinds of space yet
not enough oxygen to breath
Rose tinted shards
Broken, sharp
If not disposed carefully often end up with bruise, bleed, cuts and scars
"Hooligans! Trash!"people often call us
Sapphire globe filled with passion
I left so many secrets, stories that never got the chance to discuss
All subdued stuffed painfully
"Breathe" they said
I guess they forgot that we aren't sharing the air
While I'm gasping
You're breathing without strangling suffocation
I'm seeing vivid colours going black
And you're seeing the same muted green
A bane to my own existence
Breath in the air
Dissociate
Just (sigh) one last breath
#my writing#spilled ink#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#intertwined letters#writers and poets#writerscommunity#tw death#tw drugs#drunk#screaming crying throwing up#intertwined#letters#Intertwined letters posts#artists on tumblr#tumbler
6 notes
·
View notes
Text

#my writing#spilled ink#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#intertwined letters#writers and poets#writerscommunity#interpersonal relationships#suffering#suffocation
2 notes
·
View notes
Text


Hands' play
A play i often see people do
A play of hands
How the bones and joints of the finger
Tell more than eyes
How they gracefully held the sail
When I was sailing in sunset
Hands tell experience perhaps more than wrinkles behind our eyes
Maybe it's a matter of debate
While carefully delicate Hands of new born
With their elder sibling
Holding them my their waist
The Hands that should be chasing childhood are nurturing
Or the henna stained Hands
Not knowing if it'll be as gentle as gentle love of amma who has often burned her hands due to oil splashes while making pooris
Hands are phenomenal when it comes to recovering healing cuts and wounds
Not even know how many secrets they're keeping safe while healing
Once gentle hands became hard and tough
With layers of calluses often scattered across the palm
Like scattered moments happy or sad angry or bitter stored in them
Look the tough hands of my aaji contrasting with wrinkly body that she has
Hands has helped me to sail through sunsets
And held secret hand shakes
Bled
Got secret
Gave strength
Held the loved ones
Let them leave when even when they didn't want to
~Intertwinedlettersposts
#my writing#spilled ink#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#interpersonal relationships#hands in pockets#izzy hands#memories#memorabiliacollector#music#intertwined letters#intertwined#callus#tw death#artists on tumblr#writerscommunity#writers and poets#original poem#poems and poetry#love poem#poem#poetry#poems on tumblr#spilled poetry#poets on tumblr
6 notes
·
View notes
Text



Spider lilies marks the body before
its departure
Everyone blames Izanami
Maybe people don't understand
New moon glows where the dead resides
Away
Far to escape
Escape the rude awakening
where mortals bless
Rebirth and death
They try to escape
Grasping the memories of their precious stays
Night and day
Day and night
Grasping the mere flicker of light each day
Full moon came and the death arrived back
Joyous ckrakle spread
When the cry awoke
All humans are made of ghost
Clutching the tiny fragments of past
Not wanting it to leave
They cry in pain
#my writing#spilled ink#writeblr#writers on tumblr#interpersonal relationships#writing#japanese#writing write spilledink death life rebirth japanese spiderlily red black sad bittersweet#life#tw death#fallen hero rebirth#lumity
5 notes
·
View notes
Text

Only if they realise
You've made an escapist fool for life
#my writing#spilled ink#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#love#louvre#love quotes#shorts#intertwined letters#limerance#romance#romantic
4 notes
·
View notes
Text

August passes slowly but surely
August of this year was filled with
Missed solo chai dates
Unfinished novels
Rendezvous
emptied promises
With the seasons changing and the only leaves detaching itself due to heavy storm
Like the hope that died too soon
A slow poison perhaps
August slowly but definitely passes
August was also filled with dancing in the rain, playing in puddles
Daily strolls
Dadi giving kisses and candies
Even though I'm clearly too old for them
making sure that not forgetting myself
As I'm moving forward
August was also with blood curdling silent screams
Becoming voice of voice less
Becoming a roar louder than the lion
August just a month or a lesson
Perhaps we'll find out soon
#my writing#spilled ink#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#interpersonal relationships#Intertwined_letters
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Paper boat daze
kaleidoscopic vision
Jumping in puddles
Catching butterflies
Building sandcastles
Vision hazy
But more vibrant than now
I watch
I watch closely as clock strikes six
Old clock mounted on the wall
Breathing in the task
Breathing out as every second
hour hand slowly drifting from six of the evening where I puffed phantom cigarettes and chewed Calcium Sandoz
Clock which was once new
Now has printed its shadow on the wall
The edges are now sticky from years of moisture and oils
Mixed with dirt from my school uniform
In the voyage I feel I travel alone
Sometimes, perhaps majority of time
I try to come up with solutions with Doraemon's pouch
1 note
·
View note
Text

An unbidden soul
Passing the halls
Ghastly
Personified screams
Empty rooms
Halt
Nonchalant behaviour
Half written boards
Half emptied notebooks
Half finished sketch
Wide eyes
White iris's
Tangled hair with cracked leaves
and dried thorns
Screech
No one heard
Bandages on decaying skin
And a undone pot cherishing
bittersweet nightshade bloom
#writeblr#my writing#spilled ink#horror#writers on tumblr#writing#writers and poets#writerscommunity
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
I don't think that I have the ability to write anymore
The heart the blead rhymes are leaking and completely full
The words are strangling my thoughts but enough to kill present but never come out
I try and try so hard but I'm disappearing before
World of words are crumbling down like the cookie you try so hard to eat carefully but ends up making a mess
A mess
Perhaps that's what present
Fallen crumbs on my lap
Try so hard to clean and shape
Yet I fall
I fail
I try to stay quiet while the anxiety is boiling
1 note
·
View note