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  • pen_and_paper 2d

    Playlist

    I heard a new song today!
    The notes had a sinking flow.

    And I fear if it stays in my head for long.

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  • pen_and_paper 5d

    "Who are you!?"

    "Good question. All depends on who you ask!"

    "Who sent you!? I have dangerous friends out there."

    "If you knew how many times I have heard that before. "

    "What you want!? I can get you money!?"

    "Well, I have heard that a lot too."

    "Why you doing this!?"

    "Because I have to. Because I need control.
    I am trying to make things as they're."

    "Is there anything I can do to keep you from killing me."

    "No."

    "Then get away with this already."

    "Well, I don't really take orders. But this case is an exception."

    I peeled off the wrapper, slowly and observingly.
    Beads of perspiration danced on my face. Sweat flooded all over my body. I could bring it near my watering mouth. Stared for some time, at those luring lines. Licked it a bit. Took a tiny bite. Let it dissolve in my mouth and please all my buds.
    I crave for more. It's grave sings lullabies in my mouth. Slips and seeps below. I became the Baron of its barren lands. I forgot a piece rap the way I wrap nudity and forget peace.

    Another victim enjoyed unwrapped.

    I don't know what made me the way I am, what left me standing right between the darkness where all I could see is people, but from a distance. I have always felt a glass, thick and strong between me and the rest of the world. I have seen eclipse whenever I stand infront of a mirror.

    Whatever it was, it just left a hollow place inside me.

    The glass breaks often. I need to break in. For the fresh air. For the Sun. I kill people and glasses fade for a while. All the light feels filling the hollowness in me.

    I kill people to breathe. People feel like faking a lot of human emotions. But I feel like faking them all. And I fake them well.



    Hi!! I am Dexter. Dexter Morgan. And I am a very neat monster.

    ©psipher
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    @psipher Thank you for your genius words. :)))

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    Dexter#1

    .All I feel is empty. I always have.
    The only time it's different is when my dark passenger wants to play.

    -- Dexter Morgan

  • pen_and_paper 2w

    I wish you ring in my head, when it's over.
    Like a chilled blow in the summer noon,
    You feel only when it's gone.

    I wish it rains in my balcony, when it's over.
    The waters just to touch my room, where I can enter safely, when it's gone.

    I wish trees shed just to be back green,
    smiling parrots again, and fruits ripen,
    When it's gone.

    How will you tell me when it's over.
    I wish I would know better with a thud on my door.
    Like something has gone away,
    Which was here before.

    Tell me, how would you tell me when it's over.
    When you will need to go!?

    ©pen_and_paper

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    How would you tell me when it's over

    I wish you ring in my head, when it's over.
    Like a chilled blow in the summer noon,
    You feel only when it's gone.
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  • pen_and_paper 2w

    I wrote on a page,
    It left a stain.
    I waited down the road,
    I left my prints.
    I climbed on the trees,
    My gown got rusty.
    I wetted out my clothes,
    While I rushed when I felt thirsty.

    They were crying again,
    I wiped down their tears.
    But then I cried too,
    I woke up my fears.
    I pushed in the air,
    I remembered my stains.
    My virtues are blurred,
    And all sins still rain.

    It's night, it's dark.
    While the needle kisses three.
    I wrote a poem for you,
    Won't you read.!?

    Do me this favour.
    Let me be a bagpiper,
    I want to write tunes,
    of a outdated survivor,
    for you, to leave,
    my name, my music,
    and free my blows
    to let it ring,
    in the name of the desire,
    forbidden a long ago,
    and my joy, my hurt,
    with ruins of my love.

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    Bagpiper

    It's night, it's dark.
    While the needle kisses three.
    I wrote a poem for you,
    Won't you read.!?

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  • pen_and_paper 3w

    Sun never rises in morning.
    It takes an hour late.
    And birds are frozen, half dead.
    Trees appear like zombies.
    Rain is thick and slow.
    As I move on through hills in the winter.

    Cattle who used to fight for food.
    Are dead already, food is thrown all over them.
    Grass isn't green, I forgot they were never.
    And vampires suck the frozen blood.

    I crave water, I am thirsty.
    I need air to breathe.
    I need light, I need blood.
    I need warm weather and a pond.
    Not this marsh, which is empty like my stomach.

    How can I see my face!?
    How can I recognise myself.
    Till the Sun shows itself again.
    It's better to forget myself.
    As I move through the hills in the winter.

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    Hills in the winter

    How can I see my face!?
    How can I recognise myself.
    Till the Sun shows itself again.
    It's better to forget myself.
    As I move through the hills in the winter.

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  • pen_and_paper 3w

    Society, you're a crazy breed
    I hope you're not lonely without me.
    -- Into the wild. (Eddie Vedder)

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    Feeding on people

    I saw me through your eyes.
    I landed in a smog of dirt.
    And I dreamt of circles there round round and chains of cigarettes.
    I have been blind.
    I never knew when time is right.

    But then I rolled the chaos and puffed it up. Smoking tobbaco never felt so good.
    I saw a flavour of life today.
    It's silent, beautiful and numb.

    I am happy I am not alone.
    I carry a tattoo of better man.
    I have been feeding on people.
    Or why else would I need them.

    I move on and its not lonely.
    It's full of smiles and chains rings.
    Everything faded afterall.
    Everything grows again.

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  • pen_and_paper 4w

    My building got a wonderwall.
    She teleports me anywhere.
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  • pen_and_paper 4w

    @_mistletoe_ ��

    Dil to mera bhi toota hai.
    Wajah bas yaad nahi.
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    //Hamari qabr bhi unki iradon se unchi hogi//

    Aur hamare irade unki qabr se pak.

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  • pen_and_paper 5w

    #writersnetwork
    @_mistletoe_ Welcome to the Jungle.

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    Rolling stones

    Rolling in slippers.
    Tired of the heavy heart.
    And then rain comes sometimes to make it more slippery.
    A drain is flowing along the veins of we vertebrates.
    Of love, of power, of fear and submission.

    Everytime we get some roughness of people, we see them going away.
    And memories come to picture, like we were high before.

    We try not to cry until it rains again.
    Then we hide ourselves in the tears and a coat of a leather jacket.
    Our outfit guards the skin but not the insides.
    We tremble there and we crumble with frequent internal vibes.

    Life is a medicine, who knows, to pure out your evil soul.
    To sneak out the flies in your soup.

    Life is a high, who knows..
    To clean your heart and match the rhythm of the skies.
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  • pen_and_paper 5w

    And in the end it's all about whose life you live.
    I live mine.
    ©pen_and_paper