Which way am I going if my friends seem to be rooting against me?
It’s all in the eyes
The tired objects of admiration they’ve become
Staying up late to think about a good thing
Dry, red veins that sting when tears form
A puff of air that’s irritable
Every blink I hear when it’s quiet
Feels entirely bittersweet
When the pictures I see are incomplete.
I need to go to an ophthalmologist. Anyone wearing thick glasses out there too?
It feels like I’m running on someone else’s clock
Tick tock, tick tock.
You didn’t know? I can fly well and will not forget to. It’s in my nature to be free.
I made a simple thing so complicated
And put together a show when you applauded.
Basic attention-seeking behavior.
When I seal my lips and cut off my ears
Breathing down my neck, you want what I know
Unequivocal to your self-righteous reasons
When you’ve walked to doors just to sell me out.
With my eyes wide open, tears flood my face
A blurry vision deems shadows to be ghosts, in a dark embrace
I know your stance is everything I’m up against
So out of tune, your lullabies ricochet
Choking me with storylines you helped create
Always trying to get your own way
No storm warning, my head bobbing above water
I wouldn’t know what to say.
Oh, snap! What a mighty long, complicated burn.
“If you jump, I jump,” he says
King of the ocean with a heart consumed by the world
Every girl he’s sketched draws a breath
Sneaking away to dances in a borrowed suit
As regal ball gowns flood the golden room
Any man she had yet to serve
Offers her a lifeboat
“I’m Rose,” she doesn’t need to say
Holding her hand he believes in fate
They had to let go
Far from sinking ships, near to each other wherever they are
It’s the fall that shatters, tilts the ship to a halt
Passengers watch young love take it’s last breath
The water isn’t that cold
They’ll be glad to drown.
– Published on Lunar Longing, inspired by Titanic
It seems a bit out of character for Jack to jump but the story is a tragedy anyways, right?
just because you take certain roads in life doesn’t mean that your home is where the path ends.
Waves crashing ashore
Collapsing the sandcastles we built as kids
The best ocean view as the sun and horizon kiss
Seem like a distant memory of how I thought this would feel
As the sky seems out of reach
Architect within becomes without.
We begin going places rather make a home
Life isn’t a swing and a miss
Collect sticks and stones to protect what’s left
This is everything I thought it would be when I knew nothing
Take my hand, keep my thoughts like I kept yours
I’ll find a brick house that’s just ours with hardwood floors.
It’s past midnight here. Who told me to drink coffee? No one.
The things that made us fall
Are the tales we recall
At midnight bonfires
Fights for flashlight spotlight
As if a failure is the best scary story you could tell
That desperation doesn’t end.
Things feel random now. They say expect the unexpected, but do we ever?
I turned twenty this Sunday so to do something special I chose this classic idea.
1. Best birthday memory-
It was when I was 14, I remember everyone in my family gathered around me to sing Happy Birthday and cut the chocolate cake I helped bake, which had the accurate fluffiness.
2. Bedtime stories I loved were-
Those about Kings and Queens and their kingdom and dragons. I also grew up with a healthy dose of fairytales. I loved The Elves and the Shoemaker dearly. Ali Baba and the Forty thieves was the first book I ever owned.
3. The kind of magic I believe in-
I definitely fall for magic tricks as they’re entertaining but I live for the magic around us. Little things like leaves shaped like hearts, the stuff you find poetry in- how people fall together and apart. Wizards too.
4. Something that makes me feel like a bad person-
Being ignorant toward something. Like forgetting someone’s birthday who wholeheartedly wished me good luck for mine. But I’m changing this by learning the dates, one person at a time.
5. Something I’d like to initiate–
A book club please, to fangirl over all the characters. But also a dialogue with the people around me for compliments and good habits so that they know there’s room for growth and the conversation is not over.
6. Advice I live by-
You need to have balance between all the things in your life otherwise you’ll be the one on edge.
7. Inspiration behind what I write-
The people around me and events that happen to me- good or bad. Like many other people’s work, it’s derived from the life I live and choices I make.
8. Things that I find funny-
All of The Office TV show. My sense of humor is dry. I like puns a lot and witty jokes that are not trying to be funny.
9. Favourite people on WordPress-
I’m an avid reader on this site, I love the pages I follow. Poems and photography blogs are the top 2 things. I’ll add the link to specific sites if the writers allow. I would also love to repost some of my favorite poetry.
10. More about me-
I live in a city. My name is Aarushi which means first ray of sunshine. I’m a student living at home. I love coffee, French fries, dogs and the sky among other things.
It’s amazing to get to know people, so if you want tell me something about you that you wish people knew, do tell. I’d love nothing more. Thank you for reading!
The quiet, unnerving hum of a midnight
Prays to Apollo
For a summer solstice.
It’s midnight somewhere and October everywhere. Happy autumn and spooky month!
I went chasing after what you meant than who you were
Everything you said with your eyes became a supernova
People who begin like that
End in whispers, burning til the end
Leaving celestial scars.
It feels like autumn in your eyes
Even if September’s the worst
When I look at you I still fall.
Letting the breeze blow me away
To wherever you go.
My words feel like a disgrace to beauty
To protect their faith
The Gods sent you
To teach me a lesson, about passion Wrapped in a towel, your silhouette Teaches me patience is virtue
More than writings on a wall
Healing for me never stood a chance.
you can’t thank ares for winning battles
where hades resides.
i have an entire earth in my throat,
that’s breaking atlas and his bones.
You’re three flashes of a memory gone by
On two roads that never converge
Yet I’m the one volatile like smoke
You promised infinite nights
So why is today the hardest to get by?
The list is endless so I ask for nothing
And do nothing
I can’t gamble with these cards
I hope that you’re not gone
But I know better, even if the truth is daunting.
i ran across a one way road
without looking both ways
you hit me out of nowhere.
See ya in September!
caught in the spirals of your galaxy
below escape velocity.
Everything’s been said and nothing done
It’s rumored you taste like beer and smell like smoke
Sometimes I get drunk off your vibe
As you take my hand in a make-shift globe
Til we sway away from the floor
Hearsay, what I feel about you
Second-hand words from the people you’ve known
They’re names in a newspaper from before
In a moment of weakness, what do I have to be happy about?
The pause in your step when you see me
The smile in my stance when I see you
An overview of the room but I can never overlook you.
when the strings keeping your heart intact
are pulled together, tight
they close the wounds
shaping everything within
i’ve been working with a heart and less
but i don’t love you more than i tend to myself
i shouldn’t look back
those threads are chains and i can’t surrender
i won’t let you leave me asunder.
Controlling the weather like an orchestra
With the next gust of wind
Our staccato hearts take flight
When it rains on a sunny day
The sky sheds no water, just strings
To play the music.
This hope is what remains from who I used to be
So I protect the flame, preserve it
Only to watch it, this dangerous thing
Disappear, go out with fierce winds
By myself like a mad girl, with maddening edges
Still a part of me.
<Thank you everyone for your time and reading these, I love short poems and reading between the lines>
His car smells like lavander and the roadkill in the back
Everything starts with nice weather and ends in a massacre
Honey, I don’t think I’ll be coming home for dinner.
See you in August!
For all the rock bottoms we’ve hit
We’re at a bridge
For all the times we’ve let the water in
This time we won’t swim
As the wind blows, we shake
As the gravity calls, we break
Our nature within echoes.
It starts with my gut
And then it rises up
It gets to my head
So I sleep in a strange bed
The voices go dim
Chances of recovery seem slim
It’s drowned with a pill
Pain I can’t kill
I wish I had dreamt
It creeps up when I least expect.
No matter where you want me now
I’m indifferent to the geography
I’m the closest to you but you never need me there
We’ll communicate somehow, if I’m not such a travesty.
We chop you down
Break you know into little pieces
Throw you in the fire pit
To keep ourselves warm.
This is obviously about bonfires.
The sun is in a turmoil
in a fight with the earth
as its love for the moon
is deeper in the night.