You are my everything
navigating me daily
Thanks for your things
Boosting my reality highly
Oh, Brain Are you fine?
Are you still really mine
Shadows strike flashes of lightning
Light hides darkness inside
My skull is an umbrella
saving me in from your love rain
Though you are pretty, Cindrella
I don't want toxicity to be mine
Small smile shallow side slides
Kind kite kills kings kids
Stretching strings Suffocating
I'm the kid, you act kind dear as the kite
Kill me and act as if you are right
Meaningless words extend
Eyes step down in shivers
Unknowing each other I pretend
Dried up in danger
You turn out toxic stranger
I Return the love you never loved
My Therepist said no to you
That is what I follow
I don't know what rather to do
Not long before I will ask you who?
Oh, Brain Are you fine?
Are you still really mine
Is it all okay?
It's just me there to ask myself
Cause I trust nobody else
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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Comments (2)
"Kill me and act as if you are" Wow ! Such powerful idea turnings into words!!! Nice.
I love this line so much.... "Kind kite kills kings kids"