Trapped.

Slashed wrists

Sleeping pills

No remedy

I have missed

 

Sad songs

Scarred souls

Why am I

Not whole

 

Dreary eyes

Dry thorat

Tell me where

Do I belong

 

Broken ribs

Balcony jump

Why can’t I escape

From this spiteful earth

-my holy brother

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spectator.

who me, nah! this isn’t my blog anymore. my brothers taken over.


 

Life is sometimes utterly cruel to us; When the strings fall right into their places you realize that they ripple a motion you can never go back from. I was brought into at a strange place they called home, where i came to such a conclusion.
After being left in the room with an awkwardly isolated girl Sarah of no more than eleven, who rather exuberantly, to my surprise, welcomed me to her room, though dull and dainty it was, I began to try to fathom my purpose. In the coming days, I realized that this girl whom i did not know at all would reserve herself from the outside world and would astuteness herself on me. Mumbling and jabbering everything that happened in the school with her. From the boy named Charlie pulling her hair to her history teacher’s profoundly disturbing habit of chewing her nails.
Through the talking and the stories Sarah became familiar in an eerie sense which felt wrong yet so compelling that i pushed this feeling to the crevices of my heart. My affection for her aggravated when on one afternoon, while having a a delightfully enjoyable tea party, she said a phrase which changed me forever
“You are my favourite person in the whole world”

There is only so much happiness one can feel when it is about to be snatched away from them. A similar occurrence happened at midnight when she was dozing and her father came into the room drunk and profusely smelling of liquor and cigars.
In a saggy walk he stepped towards the light and adopted an unnaturally precarious stance while wearing an expression that exuded callous energy. As if his aura physically manifested, Sarah woke up, adjusted her vision to the man in her room and for an infinitesimal moment contemplated the situation and then slowly walked towards him, worried that like an infant baby he might stumble and fall. Before she could reach him, his finger went upwards to her face and with quivering lips, and hands he muttered forcefully

 

‘You should have died instead of her. She gave birth to you and you killed her”
With that his pointed finger abruptly fell and his florid eyes released tears stroking down his masculine face and disappearing into the beard; he hurtled out of the room leaving Sarah alone with me. I could see conspicuously that every word of his was an arrow into her heart. She stumbled onto her bed as if exhausted by what had just occurred, curled up around the blanked and started sobbing. I, on the other hand, couldn’t comprehend why i could not help her at the moment she needed me the most.
The following day, when he came into her room with a stoic posture and a gleaming smile on his face that i perceived he had no recollection whatsoever of the night before. He had prepared for her school lunch, which he gently placed inside her bag and then and let out a debilitating yawn.
‘Were you asleep last night, when i came home, sweetheart? I don’t really remember what happened.’ he said distraught.
‘You went to your room and slept’ She said this so easily that even i could have believed her.
‘Okay, don’t be late for school’ he kissed her on the forehead and went out of the room.
You could hardly believe a man of an affable characters as his saying such heart wrenching things about his daughter, under the influence. What was even more heartbreaking was Sarah’s reaction to the incident. It seemed as if she had been accustomed to such cruel visits from her father.
Sure enough, a week later the pungent smell brought the calamity with itself. Yet again she had to endure the vicious and contemptuous remarks of her father and act like nothing had happened, the next morning. It was after several visits later that she confided in me the clandestine reason why she did not reveal to her father of his actions.
“It would devastate him to know what he said to me’
It was appalling that a girl of eleven possessed such wisdom and strength. A girl nonetheless whom i fell in love with. Who remained stringent on her choice despite the immense and sensational pain it stormed upon her. I, however, though found it quite eccentric that she would keep it to herself, this burden, wanted nothing but for her to be happy.
I could never interlope and save her when he would come to the room. Considering everything, this was the hardest thing that I’ve ever done. Watch someone, for whom you have brimmed affection, and love be ridiculed in front of your eyes, only to know that you are helpless in stopping it.
Several weeks passed and her birthday came, which was really an exhilarating time. I could not wait for her to show me her whole house , which she had promised me the day before. For the first time I strolled with her out of the room; every room and corner of the house seemed like a different world to me. In this new world I discovered a strange object of esoteric nature which i could not identify.

 

This object which Sarah revealed to me was called a mirror, which gave me perhaps the greatest tremble so far. When i peered vividly i saw a familiar figure staring at me through it, Sarah. She pointed towards where i was supposed to be and whispered
“That’s you, my favorite person in the whole world”
Only I was not a person but a hand stitched, embroidered pieced of clothe stuffed together into a doll.

Perspective

this is the best. she is too good. check out her other poem guyyyss. this one iss toooo good

alternativesunnydays

Above the world, 

beyond it all,

we sat at the top of the Ferris wheel.

Inky, endless night surrounded us

as we looked, and we saw

the world from a higher perspective.

The way the lights twinkled,

Neon, tinted with spirit.

And that the people looked

how we must look to God in the heavens.

We were stoned on youth.

On dreams,

on love.

Only sixteen,

only just beginning.

But then

in the middle of wishing,

I fell, from the top.

Down and down until here, and now.

And came to find

that the pretty lights stop twinkling

once you’re on the ground.

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The Flabbergasted Romantic

no i did not write this, it was my brother. again.


 

Threw the drink on my face

And yelled

How could you?

So I ran

Before she could reach for her shoe.

 

A cheater she called me

But I told her

“Though there were just two

I only ever thought of you”

 

Like the heavy makeup on her face

She wouldn’t budge

And forgive this slightest mishap

She is the one

That my heart cherishes

 

To surprise her

I bought a cake

Which somehow found it’s way

Onto my face

 

Such an aesthetic accent

How can I live without it

Please don’t go away

With your exotic scent

 

This time

I won’t object

To your scratching head

Or the colonies of lice

That parade in it

Never would I complain again

When I am plucking them from your hair

 

I am Romeo

To your Juliet

Save the poison

We are perfect for each other

 

Why can’t you understand

That you are the one

One

For whom

My heart goes thump

Thump.

 

prayer

okay so i am sorry i havent been here for siome while. Internet got out for a really long time and i also had to deal with studies and a writer block. but anywho, since i can’t write anything these days, heres something written by my brother.


We do not understand you intentions

When you bring such hues with yourself

Which bling the watchers

And leaves them spiraling in your thoughts

Smilingly we take the blow of your piercing gaze

Not realizing what hit us

 

Absolve us from this ceaseless nightmare

For this is a blissful dream

That we will get used to

O heavenly splendor,

Gently break our hearts

And fade away

 

For the sake of our tormented hearts

Don’t curl your tresses in such a fashion

That the night starts singing

And the day chants

 

O heavenly splendor

Don’t give your butchering glances

To those who can’t handle it

We are distressed

So have mercy in us

 

Keep it to yourself

This tangled tale

We do not wich to be your victims

So absolve us from your deadly snare

 

May god bless you

With the same poison

You have inflicted on us

So you may have a taste

Of our sorrow

 

 

whirl and twirl.

my friend, pragya has an AMAZING, like seriously beautiful  poem published on wordpress. I will out a little um…excerpt here so you guys know what I am talking about.

As summer breeze, I whirl and twirl
O’er hills, basking in the dawn’s aroma;
Reapers carry their sickles, little curled
I, behind, tailing them, lass and grandma.

hence, give it an honest rating ( although she certainly doesn’t need my help )

 

 

elegy.

Hush now hush
There is someone inside my head,
Latched into my thoughts
As my friend is dead,
And his letter unread
And i wonder why,
It is all soaked in red

“You were the one
Who left him
In the cafeteria
All Alone”

Guilt has wrapped its hands
Around my heart
So woe to me
Wretched is my destiny
And despair my hope
Maybe it will not succumb me
Into the place where my friend is
Funeral went past,
But the silence didn’t last
Through the creaked door
Of the bathroom,
Whimpers could be heard
All nightlong,
Of a father who used to be so strong

His sister now sits alone
In the cafeteria
Wearing full sleeves
To cover the cuts on her hands
Which she justifies for all the pain

Only the mother hugs him
Tightly around herself
Caressing his hair
But everyone except her knows
That it is only his clothes

There lies my friend’s family
Whose pain is more than his ever was
And so I understand
Why evil it is
What he did
So I let him go
And do what he should have
“Ask for help”


this is the second part a poem called red water. It’s written by my brother and not me. And yeah, hope you like it.