When a boy tells you he loves you

My version of Edwin Bodney’s “When a Boy tells you he loves you”.

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Low probabilities, Odd chances, A breathless thoroughfare of tremors. Solid and usual objects are ghosts. Eyes wide shut, Everything is across the partition, An erasure of material compulsion. An old regime of wear, tear and demotic fragmentation. I have an idle mind and a vacated life, Constraining me an invisible cell, With a trap of […]

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Were you born with a label? Oh Yes? Me too!! Like a glossy tag tearing the flesh. Unconsciously stuck, Excessively active. Comfortably indescribable. Stale. Tragic. It’s stuck and is so pathetically intriguing. People don’t see see the designer bottle that it covers, Or all its liquid energy that it is full off? Am I empty? […]

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Poetry is when an emotion has found it’s thought and the thought has found words – Robert Frost So I had an emotion and by the above mentioned law of transitivity I found words. But this time I will let you coin your own thought. In the following poem you will come across a couple […]

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Cycling Trivialities 

Twined within,  Things never seen or heard or written about. Nothing at all of any things. All sizes but none fit, Words given yet words broken. Colours you would like to see but no colour as such. Openly enclosed, Strange yet peculiar. Registered as my own incompetency, Maybe my heart’s faded inconsistency. So in the […]

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Dots per Inch

Tiny glowing squares, Fragments of memories scattered on a bitmap. Staring at the cracked screen, Ghosts of eyes and punching letters. In these pixels we confide. Beyond illusions, The closer you get , The more I fade. Snared in this pixellated blur of technological time lapse. My insecurities are etched into representations. My body withered […]

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