The Carcass

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I'm a thin line so gleam
Amidst your glow and gloom.
You might see me fuss
But I promise to take all your woes,
Let you glow so bright,
Until my fragments wane
Refracting all your cries
In a spectrum of our hope.

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In the days of yore,
I had it all figured out
For my days yet to come
Like a scheme of my head.
Now, decades have gone
With a present so bleak and done.
How I wish I could flee back
To those good old days of yore.

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In a dream so long,
Enchanted by the rhyme of a song,
I grasped for a hold in the shrouds
Like a sand particle in the clouds.
In my fist, I found a dreary void
Staring into my soul that lay bare and coiled;
Fearful tears blurred my eyes to fend
As I whispered- where lies the end?

In a dream so long,
I searched for the name of the song,
And they gave me a name so nostalgic
That painted my hallucination like a fanatic.
And there you were- amidst the blue,
Glimmering with hope and smiles as I drew,
Inconsolable tears soaked my heart
As I opened my eyes to see you in my art.

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~A Surreal Dream

Like a surreal dream, I couldn't fathom,
What was lost and what I seek for?
A wonder in disguise or is it an untold destiny?
Keeping me afloat in this storm of oblivion.
Oh the agony!
When do you ever leave?
Lurking behind this feigned empathy.
Squeezed between cold hands yet unable to grasp,
I'm blue- strangled by these obscured chains,
Submerging in my woes for what I've lost,
Mourning for the dead once dear to me.
Is there a bond in life with innocuous repercussions?
When will I ever be free from this wringing pain?
I'm tired of these ugly shrieks and hopeless wishes
As they lie pinned on the wet shadow lines of my pillow.
Who do I seek when my own shadow is cynical?
Maybe someday, somewhere when I stand alone
The merciful wind will carry me away
Like a string of dandelions amidst the whisk of dust,
Free this stupor plunged in the pits of a surreal dream.

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Every nook and corner,
I searched for your familiar scent
Long lost amidst the memories
That once wrapped me up protectively.

Moments are long gone,
And so are the fading memories,
Yet I couldn't let go of this desire
To adore that warm smile all over again.

The face that once smiled like stars,
The presence that soothed my agitation
Where are you so lost in such a dead stare?
That you left me so crystal clear.

Oh, don't fade!
You're the cure to my hauntings
Let the bygones be washed away
Let me hold onto this memory of us.

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Slowly and steadily with the strings unknotted,
Our distance widened with backs and sighs,
And all that's left is regret with no point of return.

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Like a grain of sand
In a smooth and cranky land,
Every senses slump away
Leaving a pitted void at bay.
The sheets lay bare with blank stares,
Soaked in sweats and nightmares;
A chaos lies in this ominous silence,
Rancidity sips through the prudence,
And with a conniving innocence,
Sullies the crystal slime in abhorrence.
What could be loathed?
More than the self spread as a sloth
For as long as I float in trance,
All I see is the bitter obscurity so dense.

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"The Ghost in my company "

The ghost in my company wonders
Glancing over my blank canvas,
Asks me why I drown in sighs
And I wistfully dream to tell it no lies.
Such a sunken fear I carry
Making me numb and weary;
Like an invisible plight
Overweighing my heart with fright.
Unknown, unseen and what more?
A question stuck in a mystical lore.
In search of the sublime in myths
I've lost touch with the verity of wrights.
Oh, the hauntings of those starry eyes!
The shimmers of those curls in black dyes,
A longing so real like once in a zillion
That sips in to fill every pits of my season,
Soaking my undone canvas to quiver
Leaving the ghost in my company to wonder.

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Brighter than the millennium,
Deeper than the bottomless ocean,
Those eyes of yours sparkle so bright in spree
Hiding the woes of the galaxy.
With a smile sweeter than the elixir,
Tender as the bohemian rhapsody as you hum,
Blossoming like a caress of zephyr in the Spring
You heal the blisters of Winter snow,
And the woes of life I could never fathom.
I wonder from where you've acquired this sorcery,
For I wish to be the shower of April
Sprouting the faith I lost in me and so in you.

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