Quotes and poetry by spilledblues___

We were running
To the other side of the burnt cottage.
I am dressed in a white satin gown
You held a brown book close to your heart.
I picked a flower and put it behind my ear
You sketched me with charcoal strokes.
We lay in the grass sun faced
Your brown hair fluttering in the summer breeze.
You keep your eyes down on the book
I listened while you recite your favourite lines-
"The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"
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spilledblues___ 31w

How come we plan everything
But our last words?
374(58) books long life
All the words in the world
Yet so difficult.
It shouldn't be too long
An epilogue,
It shouldn't be too short
An epitaph!
Should it be some thing you longed for?
Or something you are proud of!
Should it be directed to someone
Showing your love?
Or should be all the hate buried,
still waiting for right day all along?
Maybe you will want it to be historic-
"Et tu brute!"
But what if you end up saying
-Oh shittttttttt no
-Im fine Yo?
- Take a chill pill and relax
Cause life's long, bro !!

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spilledblues___ 42w

There's light at the end of tunnel.
You can breathe once you are at the surface of the water.
It will stop hurting oneday.
You are gonna be happy.
Someone out there is waiting for you.
.
You will die without food and water in few days,
But without hope you are already dead.
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spilledblues___ 44w

We saw everything crumble into pieces
Closed our eyes
Pretended it to be a dream
Clapped our hands helplessly.
While we were locked down
We saw the
World bloomed a little differently.

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spilledblues___ 46w

It took hundreds of woman (struggle)
For us to be here
Standing tall.
It will just take tens of us (struggle)
For another hundreds of girl
to stand tall.

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spilledblues___ 50w

Why after finishing a poem everytime
I feel there ain't gonna be another one.

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spilledblues___ 50w

Slowly I realised home is not a place but feeling.
And sometimes homecoming also means feeling ourself after a long time.

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spilledblues___ 51w

Vulnerable

I feel like a myth.
Words coming out of my mouth
Feels more like a poem
without a rhyming scheme
Than actual sentences.
Because it is almost same
reciting my poems
And sharing my thoughts.
Not everyone gets.
Not everyone cares.
.
I feel like a fallacy.
She said that he talked about me
They heard them talking
Light travels faster than sound they say
Bet they never heard a rumor making its way.
.
I feel like a vintage book
But with a torn cover and dust all over.
Some don't even bother to look
Others have dust allergy
But surprisingly
There are some
Mending the corners with cellotape
To prevent it from further breaking.
.
I feel like that diary
Where you write all your hearts out
Page by page
Soaking up all your tears
Bearing up with your fake resolutions
At the end
You don't even bother to find it, once lost.
.
I feel vulnerable.
Afraid of my ownself,
Afraid to be living a fake life,
Afraid of hurting.
As I watch people taking me for granted,
And I try real hard
making my shadows
and reflection match.
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spilledblues___ 55w

spilledblues___ 58w

Unees To Bis(ch)

19. I have just finished wiping off my tears
I cry all the time about every little thing.
But two decades taught me,
When and whom to show my tears.
.
20. I have mastered fake smiling
What a relief from dramas and queries.
Two decades yet I can't fake laugh,
I ROFL at my own pjs and HAHA
at your mean jokes.
.
19. I keep holding back friendships
Sometimes going way out of my league
My ego always vanishes
When it comes to you, me or him.
But remember I too have people
In my blocked list.
.
20. I learned that the
Hurt you got
Pain you gave
Love you want
Lust you get
All sorts of feelings in life
Are like metaphors in a poem
Without it, all's that left is blunt
sentences.
.
19. I have learned
It takes no time to hate
And forever to love
Well 20 years flew by
I still get stuck
At the 3rd thing about me that I love.
.
20. I felt home in delhi
And alienated in my room
I found home in few people
And packed my bags
moved away from some
whom I have mistaken as my cue.
.
19. 2 decades is long
Birthdays don't excite me anymore
I knew I had an old soul
But never thought
With years
I am getting old.
.
20 . Reality strikes
I am determined
I want to change the world
Well let's sleep now
We will think about it tomorrow
There is time.
That's me
I guess I will never change
by any chance
Maybe in the next 20 years
I might.

©spilledblues___