Emerald hearts driving a wedge of merciless sword through the apple of life and death, pushing and pulling at the thin jades of their trees. What a cruel world you are subjected to following the taste of a sweet taboo?

And as the cripples walk and the blind start to see some unfathomable impossibles all over you dances in the secluded temples of holy words.

-Lipika

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He resemble those nascent tulips.

With dew drops on petal,
Showered in golden sunrays.

Alive,
Charming,
Alluring.

That I'll need a bottle of wine,
And be intoxicated enough...

To realise that he is real.

-Lipika

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I sat down at the dawn of the wanning crescent and wrote you a letter.

Then the daylight came too fast and the shadows took over my heart.

-Lipika

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I find it at most inappropriate events of my life, like a marking on a book of destiny I just seem to be drawn to a dark dark web of marine, to luscious lethal mysterious seasides. I reach where the waves hit the sands and dive. I don't think nor breath. I just simply let a thousand knives carved from the ocean write a letter. It seemed like forever before everything silenced. I swore I could see how the sliver in the moon was so sad for me as it watched the twinkle in my eyes die.

-Lipika

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It's the innocent wishes of pure lies versus the lustful desires of hungry souls.

It's the eternal light of soft smiles versus the bloody darkness of sharp claws.

But the myth we call perfection will stay a mere mirage.

It's the lavish possessiveness of a poisoned mind versus the beautiful caring of a good heart.

It's the cold scars of naive thoughts versus the blazing healing of a flared up roar.

Both win, both lose.

Yes. It's all the better when the devil is licking your wounds.

-Lipika

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Naked lies the earth,
and the soul wails
to the wan horizon
like a starving she-wolf.

On the white road,
some dead trees blacken;
the frozen wind,
and the unending distance.

On the distant mountains,
there is gold and blood.
What do you seek poet,
in the twilight?

-Lipika

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Do not bid me goodbye, do not grapple your hands for my safety. But stay away a little, for I'm spooked of turning blind.

I'd rather wage conflagration with these claws against my flesh and drown thick my thoughts of a home.

As long as this raven fire remains in my mazes. As long as it never surfaces and catches a glimpse of your smile.

-Lipika

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How do you look today?

You look palatable wearing those shadows as a scarf and the blades emblazon your eyes.

You look sensational when your lips -unintentionally- disengage your blood thirsty tongue and the fangs emboss your smile.

Now you know, that you look great,

And you look ready.

For another dive into the void.

-Lipika

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And the world was there to encounter her eyes as she packed up all the devotion she gave others, for she was returned with nothing but lamentations and aches for having those standpoints, even the sky smirked upon her empathetically, knowing how givers like her are underrated and stomped over, so it gifted her more of its redolent wind it had there,

so she let open her hair, giving her as much autonomy as she could, now they wave along the ambrosial gust as she walks against its flow, feeling herself being embraced by the force of nature, it fondled her made her tired, scarred skin, dragging that heavy air off of her and running past her, behind her, where she'll never look at.

She left that hope of being accepted, felt the same for and being saved by anyone behind now, for those gods knew how much she spent her life blowing on dandelions entailing for things she had no control over, now the only flower left in her heart is a sunflower, standing tall, bright, facing the sun up in the sky,

for the ground was not worth looking at anymore.

-Lipika

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It's raining and it's dark, yet I find myself lurching that umbrella. I find myself enclasping every gelid droplet kissing my skin and exuding into my bones.

Here, in the quiet eye of the storm, I make my own. And I scream, what the storms carry to the sky.

Here, I scream.

The things no person will ever know.

-Lipika

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