You're Sticking Me With Pieces
You're sticking me with pieces
Of someone else's journey.
Weaving in some strangers theories.
But just know that
I'll never be enough,
I'll always be empty.
Starving,
For a truth of my own.
Waiting for my own soul,
To be mixed with the newness in me.
Because I'll always be a reject,
Of someone's memory
Unless I write my own.
Only then
I'll be enough.
-simra . T
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Umbra
There were Shadows around
Sucking light like hungry souls for another being
and you kept diving deeper,
keeping away
Shining and resilient
For a dark night or two
But there were eclipses burning holes in you,
Gnawing at you
Fragment by fragment.
The impenetrable umbra,
Burned you to ashes
But your plight remained indifferent.
So maybe pull yourself together
The red moon will start fires
And we will start anew.
Some pain needs ending — //your absence.
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This is the last time
That I'm truly here
In every possible way.
Because I've let this place go.
With every visit,
I lose one core memory
Only for it to be replaced with another one elsewhere.
So if you ever ask me,
Why I am done
I'll tell you why.
Because there isn't any of me left here
To come back to.
-simra.t
C R O S S R O A D
We stood at the crossroads,
Thinking for too long,
Watching the way back.
Longing for the solitude.
But there's chaos ahead,
With determination in its eyes,
Hungry for another soul
To be lost in its world.
I know I'm scared,
But who isn't.
As I set foot into this strange world.
Your presence made sense.
A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.
Starry night over the rhône
The Starry night
Almond blossom
Still Life: Vase with Pink Roses
Sunflowers
Café Terrace at Night
The Sea at Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer
Trees and undergrowth
Avenue of Poplars in Autumn
Self-portrait (1887)
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