Our love story
will be written
in ellipsis.
- Jason
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This city after hours:
Like an old lover Mysteriously laid bare By fate. His lips parted Shirt buttons loosed Open skin For you to lay your head on And listen. And finally find A heartbeat. |
they were worried
when her levels dropped
they had hopedwhen they named her she would run on forever but their dreams would soon dry up
she couldn't
live up to her name- Always. - Jason |
like a souvenir
of the most lovely thing she was ever given, she carries the frowning scar of a c section under her belly without a care. customers will only see what lies beneath. - Nikita |
red blood
in my blue veins
is love
flushed into drains
no use
to this refuse
without
you.
- Jason
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like an infant
I like
to curl
up in the curves
of
letters
in the
crooks of words
forged
in ink.
the
blue is warm
and
fluffy,
and
softly sings me to sleep.
- Nikita
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two eyes, two ears,
two hands, two feet-
and yet
the same make
doesn't guarantee repeats
Alladin's rusted lamp produced
a very different kind of heat.
- Jason | That melted drop of icecream, Trickling down your thumb, That you lick off Before it falls Or That little drop of sweat, Following your spine, That meets his hands On their way up All you need is a little heat.
- Kanika
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the next time
you try
to touch me
in the dark
i will slit your throat
over a full moon
putting a big red signal
in the sky
for people like you
who just don't get the point.
- Jason |
I watch
time go by in the patterns she leaves on your thigh. Some nights she breaks you In slivers. Some nights in half Or full. And some nights
I
am the sky.
My moon obscure,
and my clouds
awry.
- Nikita
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If you get only one wish-
a four letter word and an option between two body parts, which one would you choose the legs or the heart. |
Like sunflowers,
all souls will unfold only in the light of their Sun. - Nikita |
every time
you walk in the rain imagine that touches your skin is a promise
of a kiss
that I will claim when our monsoon finally comes. |
On wizened
hands dry like an old tree stump, drops fall in twos and threes. she smiles a wrinkled slow motion smile at an age old memory. rain rain, come again. - Nikita |
i leapt
over fear;
a fledgling
with half-formed wings.
falling was imminent,
i knew it deep within.
now memories cut
like a blade meeting skin-
you drew
me out
i drew you in.
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As a child I was afraid
of darkness and the dead,
but with time queerer things
have crept into my head.
These days what thrills me
and yet fills me with dread;
is that at times, quite willingly,
I take monsters to bed.
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