And as I lay in the dark The monsters keep crawling In my heart In those moments when I have no words to say I bleed with words in dismay. I am no longer audible With my scream that echoes through my brain I am like a rainbow without the rain.But with my makeup, I am ready today.For as long as I can […] MAKEUP — … Continue reading MAKEUP — 🦋Seraphic Soul🦋
In the seriousnessI looked aroundthe corpses fatiguedin a smileenraged within. (c)boringbug Continue reading Corpse
In the light of the day, in the chirping wind, the dark alleys glow in the warmth of a firefly Noble souls surround me laden in bed, surrounded by dreams of heaven; I reckon, the day it may not the light may still be, for stood surrounded we were in the dancing hallways; as melody travelled through the air. A wind of nostalgia hit upon … Continue reading Light of the day
It isn’t always that I post about demons or negativity. In fact, my write-ups barely consist of a tone of darkness. Neither do I post or write to cater to any specific set of audience, nor do I intend to please a set of belief. It is a constant battle to challenge my innate thoughts, to embrace cultures and ideologies I haven’t had the privilege … Continue reading A Touch Of Darkness
This post is very close to me. After hearing/reading about the on going rape incidents I, as a women, as a daughter and as a mother feel so terrified to even step out. The irony is, we are left to be caged and the monsters are left out to hunt.
The society we live in, leaves us helpless. Continue reading ENDURANCE
In this lost lost world We look for some solitude An escape from roles and noise An escape to somewhere like paradise We often wear different masks in mundane We play roles we seldom want to sustain. And then there is a day Where we open the doors Only to set ourself free Physically and mentally And in an instance You find yourself a little … Continue reading Being Soulless
I am stranded at a juncture gravitating towards a thought the likeliness of her. ©boringbug Continue reading Stranded at a juncture
And suddenly it all seems cold, The fire within untold. The thoughts that took flight, The eyes locked tight. All I wanted, Someone to hold. But my heart there, fleetingly stilled. My hopes I see Lost unwilling killed. ©freak_sneha Continue reading Cold
