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Anticlockwise
My carelessness
Sabotaged my faithfulness
Yet I survived another day
It is one day at a time
And while everyone's seems to read their respective wall clock in a wise direction
Mine moves anticlockwise..
Believe me, you not even in my wildest thoughts
Simply coz I respect my fantasies..
I lost the sanctum situated deep inside my mind..
The blood brain barrier junction in my head breached..
One will go on living
As individuals keep talking
Tirelessly gossiping
Fellow imperfect humans sharing their disrespective thoughts on how they think you should live your fucking life..
If you can't beat them, join them?
Hell! No
And if there's any chance in hell
I'd rather drag as many of them down with me..
It is my life
My file's not confidential
So many grudges
Bridge of spies?
Ha!
Neither me nor my heart's gonna budge..
Oh! Spare me the pretense
It is not a fiction
Life is written
An art of creation
Built on the foundations of perfections and imperfections..
Go on blaming me for being counterprotective
I mentioned it earlier, I'm going counterclockwise..
It is a walk to remember
If you wish to live Amber
You are gonna die
And again, you shall never be Heard..
Sabotaged my faithfulness
Yet I survived another day
It is one day at a time
And while everyone's seems to read their respective wall clock in a wise direction
Mine moves anticlockwise..
Believe me, you not even in my wildest thoughts
Simply coz I respect my fantasies..
I lost the sanctum situated deep inside my mind..
The blood brain barrier junction in my head breached..
One will go on living
As individuals keep talking
Tirelessly gossiping
Fellow imperfect humans sharing their disrespective thoughts on how they think you should live your fucking life..
If you can't beat them, join them?
Hell! No
And if there's any chance in hell
I'd rather drag as many of them down with me..
It is my life
My file's not confidential
So many grudges
Bridge of spies?
Ha!
Neither me nor my heart's gonna budge..
Oh! Spare me the pretense
It is not a fiction
Life is written
An art of creation
Built on the foundations of perfections and imperfections..
Go on blaming me for being counterprotective
I mentioned it earlier, I'm going counterclockwise..
It is a walk to remember
If you wish to live Amber
You are gonna die
And again, you shall never be Heard..
Published 17th Aug 2021
| Edited 15th Oct 2021
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- Edited 18th Aug 2021 5:39am
18th Aug 2021 5:27am
Reality is not fictional, but is the same true of the self?
For whatever it's worth, I love your poems. I don't necessarily always enjoy the experience of reading them because they're scary, but I love them.
Reading this one comes like a hard cuff across the face. A lot gentler than a lot of things, I'm sure.
For whatever it's worth, I love your poems. I don't necessarily always enjoy the experience of reading them because they're scary, but I love them.
Reading this one comes like a hard cuff across the face. A lot gentler than a lot of things, I'm sure.
18th Aug 2021 9:57am
