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March | 2015 | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. March 7, 2015. She was fire trapped in a body merely 4’11” tall. Her pudgy nose and tiny, restless eyes refuse to leave the confines of my mind. Her skin full of pimple scars from her childhood flashes before me and reminds me of a honeycomb that was plucked too soon. She had a broken finger on her left hand. Her pinkie. Same as me. Oh, you flew away too soon, Shanti. Shani. Shati. Didi. I know about your insecurities. I know how you cried sometimes....March 5, 2015.
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Winter Rains | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. January 2, 2015. It rained today after ages. It rained and truly, It feels like a new year has begun. It’s freshly wiped now, the slate. But I forgot to buy chalk. I never really liked the rain much. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. On Bit by Bit.
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October | 2014 | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. October 16, 2014. I see you’ve come again. To envelop me in your slick, black tendrils. To tear at me with your claws. And to make me forget who I am, was. You made a grand entrance this time. You make drama dramatic. You’re that unexpected wave. That shakes the very core of one such as me. You lick lasciviously and lave at whatever sanity remains. October 13, 2014. I never asked you and you never told me. I never had to cause you held onto me. Can we leave here, explore?
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September | 2014 | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. September 22, 2014. September 16, 2014. Going around in circles and shooting arrows in the dark, somehow, hoping they would get me what I want. There’s darkness nonetheless, the fragile flame being blown out from every possible direction. Concentration. Intensity. Haphazardness. Rash decisions. Bad decisions. Smart decisions. Shout at me, I won’t listen. Push me away, I won’t budge. Pull me in and I’ll come. Still waiting for the pull. Pull me out. Yes? September 2, 2014.
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Undo | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. March 5, 2015. Turbulent head, rest a while. Treacherous head, keep shut, will you? Torturous head, don’t make me scream. Tactical head, yes, I hear you. Tentative head, you may speak now. Taciturn head, you’re bleeding. Tenacious head, loosen up. Truthful head, you’re being ignored. Truthful head, you were right. Truthful head, you heard my screams. Truthful head, you heard me scream. Truthful head, you heard me then. Truthful head, you hear me now. Middot; March 8, 2015.
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June | 2015 | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. June 4, 2015. Bit by bit and then all at once. When my soul leaves the confines of me. And my last breath becomes a new one for you. I hope I evaporate and settle down. As the purest dew. Uncaptured, for you. I’ll trouble you, like I always do. Always, in the air around you. In hopes that you would swallow me. And let me be a part of you. I’ll trickle down a silver stream. And water the flowers that cover my grave. And I’ll rain down hard and gently slide. And draw my face.
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December | 2014 | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. December 29, 2014. And every night before the next morning dawns. Before I transcend into a state of bought unconsciousness,. I am awoken from a lulled reality. Into the 25th hour. I set aside the remnants of myself. And I escape, far out of the reach of what captivates me. Far out of the reach of what eventually pulls me back. This hour brings paradise for a few bought moments only. I merge with the wind and I dance. With the flaming fury. And this hour knows no sorrow.
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January | 2015 | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. January 2, 2015. It rained today after ages. It rained and truly, It feels like a new year has begun. It’s freshly wiped now, the slate. But I forgot to buy chalk. I never really liked the rain much. On Bit by Bit. On Bit by Bit. On Bit by Bit. On Bit by Bit. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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Bit by Bit | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. June 4, 2015. Bit by bit and then all at once. When my soul leaves the confines of me. And my last breath becomes a new one for you. I hope I evaporate and settle down. As the purest dew. Uncaptured, for you. I’ll trouble you, like I always do. Always, in the air around you. In hopes that you would swallow me. And let me be a part of you. I’ll trickle down a silver stream. And water the flowers that cover my grave. And I’ll rain down hard and gently slide. And draw my face.
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soapsandsongs | soapsandsongs
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Holes and patchwork. Go figure. My city is fading, slowly into the pulls of grey. A colour, ironically my favourite but an indication of impending gloom. Gloom. Not impending. Shakti once told me that when you have jaundice, everything appears yellow. My city is a grey mess. My body, brain and heart, sunk in. This isn’t home. Grey is heavier than it seems, than it was ever before. The sunlight in my room is an unnatural yellow. Or is it white? Like a bad job of watercolor. Opaque and disturbing. You tong...
