tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21747182705583208692024-03-05T08:10:32.290+03:00NocturnesWormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-25716634840201474442021-05-29T22:49:00.006+03:002021-05-30T18:57:06.788+03:00The Other Side<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;">They told me that I used to exist happily on my body until a tumor on my left shoulder with the size of a walnut kept growing day by day resembling a second head carried through a protruding extension of my skin holding identical set of eyes, nostrils, cheeks and mouth.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;">I didn’t know what to expect at the time, so I kept my tumor/head secret from everyone else and hid it beneath a large cloth next to my left ear thinking that it would eventually go away and shrink to its normal size.<span class="s1"></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">One day as I stared at my unwanted companion, I noticed that it murmurs nonsense in unknown language to me. </span>I couldn’t distinguish the words but later I realized that it wants to replace me entirely and take over my body.</p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I agreed to surrender right away and start over on a new body to recreate our memories.</p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Ever since then I’ve become a thousand times lighter but I’m not sure that I want to bring back any of our memories, I’m completely free..</p>Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-81202489398519457772021-01-26T21:49:00.003+03:002021-01-26T21:51:57.098+03:00Punchline <p style="direction: ltr;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;">You’re bitter in my mouth, love.</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">I can almost taste apathy on the back of my tongue long after watching your first words forming in the space between.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">I pondered/struggled/writhed with anguish to gather my scattered selves and reach my unsung melodies of terror and solitude to tell you that it’s sunny, love. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">And that although it’s the middle of January and we’re said to hit the climate climax of the season but I don’t feel anything. In fact, I did not hear a single cold wind hitting my back.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Denial is a river in my brain cells, refusing to utter the syllables out loud in your presence.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">What’s Latin for “Imissedyou”?</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">How do you spell “whole” again?</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Where’s your moon today?</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">When I found my voice, I awoke.</span></p>Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-44584676968256717162020-09-13T00:37:00.009+03:002020-09-18T22:25:06.610+03:00Camelot<p>We’d<span style="font-size: 17px;"> both known what’s to come next, we prepared for the inevitable incident.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Yet, when the storm hit us, we lost track of all our plans and alas! Our time on earth </span>was nearing its end. </p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">We tried quickly to run against all the odds of this world and escape our bad wind but it felt</span> like an eternity while we stayed together, waiting to be rescued.</p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">So we ran faster until we found solace in a tiny space away from the storm.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span>I saw you flinching.</p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;">You swore I was dreaming it up.</p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;">I drew closer to you. </p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;">That’s when I knew how much you hated to be seen vulnerable in front of me. </p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;">You wanted to appear stronger so I would keep going but the memory of you shaking would haunt me for the rest of my life. </p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">After that, I realized that it won’t be long until we part ways.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><a class="twitter-share-button" data-via="saharrrk" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></p>Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-24092396479412054302019-12-22T22:57:00.001+03:002019-12-27T14:16:14.198+03:00Longest Day of The Year <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1" style="font-size: small;">Someone shot your partner and you were next in line. </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-size: small;">All you could do to end this was jump from the highest window of your building straight into the unknown. </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-size: small;">You hoped for instant death but you survived the fall somehow as you hit the sea surface.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-size: small;">Although you managed swimming to reach the shore safely, you hear someone shouting: “look closely at your hem!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-size: small;">That’s when you saw the tiny creatures creeping up on you. </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-size: small;">The maggots are starting to multiply on your wrist, arm and now they’re on your shoulder. </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-size: small;">You’ve been dying many times but at this instant you didn’t choose how your life ends, so you quickly run back to the water and drown yourself.</span></div>
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-32054510573591562172018-10-17T19:22:00.001+03:002018-10-17T19:55:46.103+03:00Dream Sweeper<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
He was the dream sweeper,<br />
that was his job all day all night and for the rest of his life.<br />
<br />
He would collect people's dreams when they slept and upon their wakings, he swept them away from their human minds into a secret place, hoping one day to find his own dreams in the process.<br />
<br />
The dream sweeper had succeeded in forming a sea of nightmares and a river of slumber tales where he kept all the world's secrets hidden and every wishful thinking intact.<br />
However, he never found any appropriate dreams to call his own.<br />
<br />
After years of formulating oceans of memories and registering the world's largest dream collection, he finally understood why he was unable to conceive dreams of his own much like everyone else in the planet.<br />
<br />
He was the man with no identity.<br />
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'Falling down the rabbit hole' is known best as a figure of speech but Alice wasn't just a fictional character. Alice is real and she tried to seek solace in her darkest hour by chasing the moment as it slips away.<br />
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Like Alice, my mind ticks to chase the next layer of darkness that lies within your soul. Let's make a deal, you can bring your poisoned cakes and purple creatures and I'll invite myself to hit this rock bottom gladly.<br />
<br />
I don't know how many shadows I've wrestled with in my way from there to you but it should last me for three lives and half a decade.<br />
<br />
Being protected from the dark won't necessarily guarantee safety, it could mean a stale confinement with no exit doors and endless hallway.<br />
<br />
but goddamn it, you're worth the fall. <br />
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-40414345269703035812014-11-21T19:45:00.004+03:002014-11-21T20:07:22.470+03:00Dust<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hunger is purple, like the coldest spark that precedes the flaming ache.<br />
It's a carnivorous animal that feeds on a dead bird inside my no-where land.<br />
<br />
(I call my body 'no-where', because it has a gaping hole in the middle of it, enclosed by a regurgitated barbed wire that got stuck in my chest from swallowing too many warnings signs.)<br />
<br />
Hunger is craving to gulp the sharp edge of a knife to feel something.<br />
It's chocking on a muffled scream at 6 am. to show them you know how to breathe.<br />
<br />
Hunger is dreaming of a downward ladder into the deepest edge of dust to master the art of denial.<br />
<br />
Hunger is 2 steps of disintegration, starting with eating your own bones, followed by gnawing at the leftovers of your soul only to watch them eat your cake while you have its poison too.<br />
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-43415786950384230452014-11-07T01:51:00.000+03:002014-11-08T15:19:57.328+03:00Blur<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
November 6th, 2008<br />
<br />
You're wearing khaki brass-buttoned Tshirt, the one you bought the day you dropped out of med school and decided you're gonna settle for community college because you can't stand the idea of another cadaver being cut open by amateur limbs. Your shirt's fabric is washed out, yet you could care less since it works nicely against your honey-hued hair and flawless skin.<br />
<br />
Despite the loud beach's noise behind us, I somehow hear the sound of your laughter and keep wondering if the sea waves were fighting one another attempting to recruit you as the next mermaid addition to their underworld.<br />
<br />
I can't take my eyes off of the hazy shade of blue sky above your head, pastel colors always remind me of beautiful Monet paintings and my mother's kitchen.<br />
<br />
I feel the timid breeze brushing your hair and I see you trying your best to hide your tremors by maintaining fake calmness to avoid being told you picked the wrong sweater and I wait for you to ask for my jacket but you hate asking for favors.<br />
<br />
Novembet 6th, 2014<br />
<br />
I wake up panicked and I start to recount one by one the hairs of your eye-lash in my head but I get stuck between 156 and 165, also I can't recall which lipstick color you wore, was it coral or naked Peach?<br />
<br />
I'm terrified of losing more details of you. What if I woke up next year and forgot the hazel eyes that sent shivers down my spine? What if I stopped associating bad decisions with you? I must write it down to keep you alive.</div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-73771102336257831792014-10-28T22:26:00.003+03:002014-10-29T11:07:20.771+03:00Theft<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Like the thief you are; stealing cigarettes from my mouth when I'm not looking<i> </i>was your specialty and I was your shop-lifting spree from that moment until I wasn't holding back on being your most prized possession. But when you were away, I stole rough mattresses in rooms that stank of piss and smoke, buried words you left ashen on my stomach, stashed each sunlight that slipped through window-cracks on days that reflected your smile in my eyes.<br />
I learned from the very best for I snuck up, every night behind your head to whisper sweet dreams of redemption with a combination of shadow language and your favorite instruments.<br />
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You don't wake up until I say so.</div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-82661329719415196802014-10-24T22:18:00.000+03:002014-11-10T12:51:57.191+03:00Pieces<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was the year of tarmac, the year everyone got their knees bruised on the newly paved lanes and had their knuckles injured from punching hollowed out walls, sprayed with graffiti of religious slurs and sexual taboo. It was your idea to burn it down to recreate the Berlin Wall effect and we smelled like gasoline for the entire night..<br />
<br />
These days, I'm numb from tripping on your memory, so I bandaged myself with the prospect of a better tomorrow where I get to see my favorite smile, I've been replaying it in my head ever since I saw it on you.<br />
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I remember incidentally meeting a tattoo artist and asking her for the shape of your birthmark to be inked on my thighs and a hint of your skin was stitched into me. <br />
<br />
Flashbacks of your Parliament-soaked shirt burns my nose whenever I pass by smokers huddled up outside my building and a dose of your scent lingers. <br />
<br />
The asphalt road has gone stale.<br />
The shameless wall burned to the ground.<br />
<br />
I yearn for gasoline.<br />
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-57710735720878980772014-10-23T19:53:00.000+03:002014-10-23T20:20:48.749+03:00Wishful Thinking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white;">Were you sorry because she died?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Where were you when she was lying on the ground dragging each last breath from her own frail lungs desperate for someone to hold her hands? </span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Where were you when she wanted someone to tell her it's gonna be alright? that she doesn't have to depart this world alone?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Are you apologizing to her everyday until the memory of her face stops to interrupt your slumber and the sound of her laughter ceases to visit your brain?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Are you forever distraught at the possibility of having been there to brush her hair off of her cheeks? or because you wanted to make the last moment she spent on earth belong to the two of you and only you two?</span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white;">follow her. </span></i><br />
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-32232742885585611292014-10-23T02:18:00.000+03:002014-10-24T22:19:02.698+03:00Placement<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Put me down <br />
I've been fighting for too long <br />
the walls are whiter<br />
the cracks are deeper<br />
the edges are sharper<br />
the ants have come out of their hiding place<br />
they're crawling on my skin<br />
I've become their prey.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-10830929260440576292014-10-17T01:12:00.001+03:002014-10-17T01:12:12.287+03:00Drive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was born with clenched fists in a cold month known for its vicious wind and I haven't stopped shaking for the last 25 years.<br />
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I ran against your better judgment before I learned how to crawl out of my fucking self. The day you kissed my eyes and hoped for a getaway out of this hellbent town was the day I believed the heaven in my textbook to be my ultimate salvation.<br />
<br />
When I found out about your secret plan to flee, you knew I was your new disappointment.<br />
Within your silence, I sit and have more nightmares awake than I do sleeping.<br />
The villain of my hallucinations spits fire at the bottomless pit of my mind every day I forget to check for the exit door.<br />
<br />
You taught me so well mother, now I count each step forward to retrieve my rehearsed steps back from memory.<br />
<br />
I need you to regret me so much I become unborn. <br />
</div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-42909895834527010912014-10-13T05:31:00.002+03:002014-10-16T20:02:29.015+03:00This is a memory too<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
“If you could keep only one memory what would it be?”<br />
<br />
I want each moment, in which you unraveled yourself completely to me,<br />
I want each new color I unearthed from the grayness you hid underneath.<br />
<br />
Get me the memory of your smile on a shared inside joke,<br />
Get me the day my stomach turned into knots when you uttered your first I-love-you.<br />
<br />
Rescue the first time you started anything with me,<br />
Like the first time you laughed and I curled up on my belly so deep my butterflies started to tickle my throat.<br />
The first time you cried and I thought <i>my god her vulnerability is beautiful I wanna spend the rest of my life being her constant.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
Please keep the minute I wanted to be yours to hold.<br />
Keep the second I saw your lips and my tongue itched ever since.<br />
<br />
<br />
I want all our dreams choked back by my fears, by your tears and every whisper in my ears.<br />
They're especially lodged under black box labeled "classified" behind my blind spot.<br />
<br />
Lose everything else you might encounter in the process and remember no matter what happens do not listen to my head!</div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-49239029290888409832014-10-12T01:16:00.000+03:002014-10-12T01:16:00.576+03:00Inertia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was one early morning, around 7 o'clock, the moment before the bell starts to whistle, summoning students for morning queue.<br />
<br />
I could feel the concrete floor stillness, it was the very first day of our senior year and I remember strangely not being nervous for the first time in my life.<br />
<br />
Your hand in mine felt like the best moments in my life summed up collectively in one gesture, your hold kept me grounded, confident that whatever might come, is somehow all right because you're here now.<br />
<br />
Your friends and acquaintances were the first to arrive in the scene, they seemed popular among the crowd. I saw few people I knew from previous year, I nodded hello -not wanting to leave your hand-<br />
<br />
without moving into their direction, you led the way to the front line while in my head I was going through all the past three months we explored each other longingly in a failed attempt to meet our limitations. It seems odd to me how distant those moments are this morning.<br />
<br />
In the middle of my wanderings, you looked at me and I was paralyzed by that gorgeous smile, I don't think I've ever seen better looking face illuminated by sun light before. It hit you in the right places illustrating your features splendidly, your hair pulled back in a way that reminded me of the sea waves and my knees sank deep..<br />
<br />
-"Where should we stand?" you asked<br />
-"At the end of the queue, that way we can watch everyone else but no one has to watch us" I explained.<br />
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Right then you grabbed me closer and I thought my heart was going to erupt into million little pieces to mimic the concrete's crushed rocks under your feet.<br />
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"I love you" you whispered<br />
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we stepped into oblivion..<br />
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-39030583394499941772014-10-08T16:54:00.000+03:002014-10-10T17:26:53.843+03:00Pillow medicine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This only works clockwise starting from your last mistake:<br />
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Puke decades of dead weight,<br />
choke on all the maladies that got you here,<br />
press the wound, <br />
press so hard pain washes over every nerve in your system.<br />
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Stay up all night,<br />
exchange madness with every demon in your head,<br />
collect all the fallen wisdom tooth, <br />
wear them around your neck next time you sleep.<br />
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-38875088094063690882014-09-11T19:44:00.000+03:002014-09-11T19:44:00.783+03:00a Eulogy <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I can feel you behind my eyelids, in the whites of my eyes when I squeeze them shut.<br />
somewhere deep in me your tears are embedded within.</div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-3130217842616878072014-08-28T22:53:00.001+03:002014-10-07T08:28:13.940+03:00Collections<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I remember how your head felt on my chest, I don't know what words you mumbled in your sleep but you sounded adorable, your breath so sweet, your baby-like cheeks warm and flushed. It's amazing how every time I recall your skin the olive shade strikes me by the head and I fall in love so much.<br />
<br />
I know you used to tell me about your nine lives and I'd laugh along thinking if your soul had to be recreated it wont be you again. That the recipe of you, somehow, will lose its secret and someone else will come back, but damn! you outlived all your nine souls, soaring with that smile and those cheeks and I fell in love so much.<br />
<br />
I'm so overwhelmed by how the curtains of my room still remind me of that day we spent daydreaming lost lives, by how certain shades of beige are instantly labeled as your skin in my head. <br />
<br />
Close your eyes..<br />
<br /></div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-27404787021166560342014-02-22T00:29:00.001+03:002014-02-22T00:30:38.588+03:00The balance act<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Your breath is an instrument I add in every song you left behind.<br />
<br />
I told you to disappear when the moment is right. don't you dare walk away when my subconsciousness still hears your inhales/exhales in my sleep.<br />
<br />
I'm not ready to be fired as your map-reader, please pretend to be unaware of the fact that I don't know half the road signs meanings. Kindly note down that I like shortcuts.<br />
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in my defense I wanna say that I'm grounded and I thicken like a deep root canal you can chew your way through and I wanna add that I like to compare myself to a starfish being that will choke you naively in a moment of weakness.<br />
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good luck. <br />
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<br /></div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-79102154064730402872014-02-21T23:42:00.002+03:002014-02-21T23:42:20.596+03:00Louder louder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What's the connection between a giant mammal and human soul?<br />
<br />
my inner demons are begging me to be pinned down in the utmost physical forms. paper mache demons that growl and snarl in foreign languages I haven't come to learn yet.<br />
<br />
I cage them deep down but they're refusing to unleash.. and so my throat remains dry whilst my hand-me-down stomach is still plotting its way out of my ribcage.<br />
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I knew an emergency lullaby that rhymed so beautifully with your name, I use it everyday since you've grown so small that you misspelled my dutch courage.<br />
<br />
Hey, ever thought about how animals that exist in our modern world are enhanced versions of different species that once existed million life time agos?<br />
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Key word here is: Evolution.<br />
<br />
your curse words were groomed to showcase a soulful mammal you never knew how to manage.<br />
<br />
I'm disappointed in your best clouded judgment, self.<br />
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Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-90369472027625581572013-05-26T20:57:00.000+03:002014-11-17T20:42:29.559+03:00Lesser analogies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
1. You're a sinking stone in the bottom of the ocean; I'm the anchor that hit you.<br />
When they pulled me up, my hook yearned for your stillness.<br />
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2. I'm the needle that scarred.. no longer stitched in your skin.<br />
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3. I'm another needle that found its brother to knit you a choker.<br />
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Saber tooth, saber tooth, make me something that doesn't taste like metal.</div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-14499184003975556332013-03-27T16:11:00.000+03:002013-03-27T16:15:45.929+03:00Ash<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Once upon a time she made you feel.<br />
Then she whispered a magnitude of horror into your ear and you became deaf.<br />
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Who will takeover your sacred body and sing lullabies of redemption to release your soul from her leftover sin? Who will ride the guilty trip of smothered sighs against your favorite pillow?<br />
<br />
I heard you begged her to get out of your memory before I triggered your landmine heart.<br />
But if you quit her dark pathways, how am I inhaling the tragedy?<br />
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Beg away.. it tastes like decay anyway. </div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-35237850892009521322012-12-14T12:22:00.000+03:002012-12-14T12:22:05.881+03:00The Waterfall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />If I were a color I'd be two blacks hidden in one giant ruby sunset at 6 pm.<br /><br />I'd find the toughest sea shore out there and hit it with all my might.<br /><br />I wanna go there and not recover the massive stroke.<br /><br />I wanna feel the dent of that gush in my sideways to remind me of what it's like to lose myself completely to a stubborn wave. <br /><br />Mark a dirt, Niagara..<br /><br />Let me measure the crumble of every twirl.<br /><br />Let me watch you soothe the rocks, bend the lifeless weeds.<br /><br />I've set foot to where they throw dreams at the bottom of blessed-by-saints wells .. haven't got a water as pure as your tears.<br /><br />Haven't got a water as pure as your tears.</div>
Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-60644183455160430442012-07-06T02:57:00.003+03:002012-07-06T03:02:27.914+03:000<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Have you been to my Mediterranean subconsciousness?<br />
There's a five year old hummingbird knocking down my chest at the thought of your eyes. Voodoo drums whispering your name in my ears.<br />
<br />
I had a shelter that got ruptured the day I stepped on your shards of words.<br />
I thought I was careful until I drowned and couldn't find my lifeguard vest.<br />
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It's around your neck.<br />
I don't remember how to swim.<br />
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<br /></div>Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174718270558320869.post-65353228836669604452012-07-06T01:53:00.001+03:002012-07-06T01:53:20.781+03:00159<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear you,<br />
<br />
I don't remember your face anymore. Except the other day I went to the beach and found a shell that looks like the curve of your ear.<br />
<br />
I threw away everything that reminded me of us. But I stumbled across a comic book you left behind and I wrapped a 2 old day cheese with it.<br />
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Who says I'm not over you? I discarded my new soap box. I don't wanna smell like anything you used to fuck.<br />
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I dragged the rubber soles of my existence to where you promised my heart. I got rubbish one instead.<br />
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P.S: you won't get this postcard.<br />
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<br /></div>Wormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17645607563345444494noreply@blogger.com0