Daily Poem - Blog Posts
Melt in my mouth like poetry
kiss my tears ever so delicately
hold me close to your heart
caress me on those dark nights
cage me in your love like never before
oh darling I still need your love
I still need your love.
She was just a mere photograph
In black and white
Only 17 and not a clue in life
He two years older
He showed her colours like gold and white
So she explored them with him
But she was gullible and blind
Trouble tied to his name
Little did she know he was just in it for the game
She had beauty and grace
But this wasn’t his first rodeo race
Lacking in self love
She thought she’d find in him
Ignoring flags of red
Because love isn’t a sin
Soon to learn the cold hard truth
That love is not always as it seems
He had a plan all along
To leave her crying on her knees
Asleep in the night
Oblivious he was gone
One shot from a gun
One cruel hit and run
He took all the money he could possibly carry from the store
Before placing the gun next to her
He wiped his fingerprints off
She wakes with fear in her eyes
To sounds of sirens and flashing lights
She wasn’t the first to pay for his mistakes
Because after all
This wasn’t his first rodeo race
-tamara-catherine
As gentle as a butterfly
But yet it lies
Like a spy
With a fly
Upon my wall ,
Glorious colours to distract the eye,
From what is hidden beneath its wall ,
I dare knock as I’m scared I will fall,
As something as pretty as that,
Will clearly make me a fool,
I don’t hold the jewels ,
To unleash her soul
I would make her into a grizzly ghoul
She touches upon my senses
Makes my insides, go dense
But god forgive me
She is to damn cold
When I try to keep a hold
Of her love.
@trueemotions91
- "Inventing Love" by Astha Kesri
(inspired by the idea of food as a love language; portrayed beautifully in most K dramas; intrigued by these very episodes of metaphoric depiction, my own analysis of certain soft human emotions conveyed through food…)
@metamorphesque @kill-your-darlin
" with love, sir, i wish to serve myself some bread before I serve you a course, for I've starved my own hunger, and now I crave anything alive. "
" apologies, for I have been, scared, but aggressively, aggressively scared sir "
" I've washed dirt, and scrubed your basins white, sir, but I must say, your wine stained shirt remains. It commands me to honor it's poetic wrath with reality "
And how she thanked the world, for it's awaited doom, in casual conversations about flowers,
she'd smile at autumn, for death wasn't new to her, but the after...
" Poetic Betrayals " - Astha kesri
11.05.2022
- "the dead soldier's quest back home", Astha || 27.2.2022
- "Self portraits, roses and her brain...on fire", Astha
- "Autumn", Astha
"I don't want to feel like this,
but this is all I feel..."
21:57 pm
How loud, would she have been, with glistening red tears of fury, loss, and wars within...
Who would've maimed her autumnal skies, rose skin, gentle aesthete, and country choruses, enough to spiral into a dark vacuum of shambolic ambitions?
How loud, would she have been, to chisel a world within...to feel so much only to feel nothing...
Shame
All I feel is shame.
Suppose to be the next big thing.
It was all in my genes but I can’t fulfill that dream.
It got me going through the motions.
Handing out potions.
During a lot of healing so I won’t feel.
A coping skill to distract me from the chills I get.
It goes hand and hand with the liquor I sip.
Hiding behind it’s lit so I can keep pouring it.
Drowning myself cause I’m tired of the reality of it.
It keeps downing me and I keep doubting me.
Overthinking cause I don’t know what you think of me.
Do you hear my pleads as I scream.
Or is it only in my mind?

Fatherless
You set the stage then vacated but your shadow still eclipses me.
Your path or mine, them lines are blurred.
I want to walk in your footsteps but who am I personally?
I took my mind from my body and thought how come we never spoke but I’m always talking to you.
I don't cry but its like I'm always shedding tears for you.
I started balling so we can be closer.
Looking to stands but every time, your seat empty.
Deep down, I'm empty.
Suppose to be here but shots rang out.
Your bloody body, dropping, replaying like it’s the gamer winner.
Another black fatherless child.
It’s endless.
Senseless.
They asking why I’m so distant.
You was put in hearse before I learned how to mourn.
I’m still so torn.
Trap Door
A cold breeze covering my chest, Sending chills down my spine.
Watching what we had fading like time easing.
Thought we were ever lasting but you’re forever changing.
Going from everything I want to nothing I need.
Should of listened to my friends, they saw it coming like a prophet.
Telling me to put my feelings in pocket.
Stay solid.
Watch who you fall for, but I can’t help who I fall for.
It’s like a trap door.
Stuck between these floors.
Can’t escape these flaws.
It’s like I’m coming home from war.
Post dramatic stress.
I don’t get a lot of rest cause when I see the sun set, I see you.
The Stars
I look to the star, they don’t shine the same.
I want be a star but the spark is not the same.
Passionate to passionless.
Losing sight of who I am.
Only seeing the scars.
Feeling what I lost.
This pain is not for sport.
It's amazing, isn't it?
How a little distance
can change your perception of life
Showing you the whole picture
Not just the pieces with terrible colour
It's amazing, isn't it?
How a little pause in your life
Is exactly what you need
When you've lost
all hopes to win the race
To reflect on your flaws
Or to gain some insights
It's amazing, isn't it?
How a higher altitude
Makes the world seem beautiful
Hiding the ugly cracks
It shows a picturesque wall
You were something wild
And I'm self destructive from the start
May be that's why I loved you
So you could tear me apart....
Do you really love me?
When the mischief, that you fell in love with, evanesces from my smile,
would you still be able to love me?
When the buoyancy, that you find refreshing, vanishes from my eyes,
would you still be able to love me?
When my beauty, that captivates your eyes, fades with time,
would you still be able to love me?
When my face, that you say reflects my heart, stops Conveying emotions,
would you still be able to love me?
When the sanity, that holds me together, leaves me scattered around,
would you pick up the pieces for me?
When the darkness, that I fight to keep at bay, consumes me one day,
would you still be able to see me?
When I stand before you, lost somewhere in my mind,
would you still be able to find me?
When the baggage that I carry, slows you down in life,
would you stay back just for me?
If you're going to leave me one of those days,
then, do you really love me?
Tangles
All homes of sweet things
must house their dwellers.
a worry
tangles, my honeycomb
tongue tangles—leaves bees instead
of honey.
They were in my head?
Sometimes I cry.
Don't ask me the reason.
Because then,
I'll cry harder.
When you hear about someone you know, doing a bad thing, don't you feel kinda sad or maybe even guilty about it?
Because you think, "What was my part, among all others, in their life which lead them to this path?"
7 Deadly Sins
What is Pride? I am the bride. She’s just a simple maid. It’s my day, Me she must obey. Why would she withstand?
What is Greed? I need bread, Oh there, I have it now! Wish for jam too. Just that won’t do. To have some pizza, how?
What is Lust? A kind of thirst. Oh, how gorgeous he looked! When I winked, Didn’t he blink? That’s how another got booked.
What is Envy? I’m so heavy. How come she’s all skinny? That’s not fair. I must dare, To put her in ignominy.
What is Gluttony? I love this Beanie. But I have three just like it. That doesn’t matter, I’ll buy it better And ignore the homeless on the street.
What is Wrath? Don’t come on my path, Or you will know what pain feels. Did you talk back? Now I’ll thwack. That’s how I know to deal.
What is Sloth? There’s work for both, But I’ll pretend to be sick. So you’ll do it While I just sit And my candies I’ll lick.