mine

in this darkened corner
i hold the two pieces
of a long-forgotten puzzle

as the shadows lengthen
and the echoing
moans of a broken soul deepen

blameless

where was i when the sides
were chosen
when the laws and the

endless
bickering
chose the arbiter

for this
our last
tussle


i feel now as if



I



am to blame
for only i
wished it upon US




i won't be posting for a while (probably 2 weeks) because my 1st semester has officially ended and i have to go home for the break. *this note is for all the sweet people who are kind enough to visit my site. thank you*

the ninth

she stands barebreasted
in the rain
with her softness
and infirmities
naked
to the wetness
carressing her intimately
with tiny fingers
and broken nails

the night
black and beckoning
abides
on the temples of her luminance
lathering
the shoulders of her longing
tracing
the curves of all
that is woman inside her

she dances with eight muses
bending to the silence
and submitting
to voiceless agony
as a stream of raindrops
cover her in anonymity
forming puddles of doubt
beneath her feet

as she turns
arching her back
throwing her head
flailing wide her arms
the rust sets in

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i can't seem to find anything to write about. just when my life is getting interesting and things are starting to seem just about ready to explode into a big kaboom of angst and hurt, i find myself in this slump most often called "writer's block".

i am a big mess of ironies.