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Insurgence

Quit dreaming,

They said,

To their daughters, wives and mothers,

Those bumptious men

But dream, the fickle mistress 

Isn’t loyal to one but disloyal to many 

Be it men or women 

Be it the free or the oppressed 

So rebel!

Rebel against drooping eyelids 

Let scarlet dream burn through the shame in your green eyes

Refuse to lower your gaze

Rebel against the land you walk on in chains 

Let there be war paint and war cries 

This is an uprising,

Rise despite the arrows along your spine

That pierced your organs organs with notions

Of inequality and incapacity 

Rise and heave all mothers daughters and wives to their feet 

Rise with such vivacity 

That virtuous and valiant men shall answer to the call 

And  fight along your side 

Fall has come,

The trees are gloriously naked in the woods 

So all those fallen

Must shed their branded skins and rise

Freedom isn’t asked or begged for

Freedom isn’t granted 

Fight for the freedom of your spirit,

For the chaos in your head,

For the revolutions on your tongue

Fight to remain the beautifully flawed humans we all are

Before they say , 

Quit feeling,

Quit thinking,

Quit living,

Quit breathing 

Mad Hatter

Of course loving her is hard

Writers are difficult to love 

and she is one of those mad hatter kind,

Pulls words out of her hat

Squeezing and wringing her heart,

Riddles and questions she doesnt know the answer to

You will never know what she is thinking 

For she sees the world

through the sad eyes of a poet,

Nightmares of rabbitholes 

Rainfall as tears

The angel of death, a lover

and people as monsters 

You will never know if you could ever love her enough

Because she never reveals her depth 

and with every line that she writes 

Her emotions and heartaches seem to resonate

from a much deeper abyss of her love

Its puzzling, isnt it?

To look at her staring at something far off,lost

and wonder if she wants to be there with you

Does the hint of darkness in her bother you? 

The way her presence itself seems to cloud over 

and mark her territory 

The last poem she wrote about a recreant lover,

Did it scare you?

Of course she is hard to love,

She gets in your head and on your nerves,

The mad hatter with her wand of insanity

If you pay heed to her scribbles 

If only you have the courage to stay 

May be you could solve her riddles

and help her write a fairytale 

where the evil queen gets a happy ending

Pages of pain

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I taste tears in my dry eyes
Leafing through the pages,
Pages of my memory
The screams,The cries
The lies,the storms
The pages of pain
Bleed my blood
I close the book
Stitch my wounds
They ll never bleed intervention
Nor will they oppugn destiny again
The story wasn’t mine
It was hers to tell
I deserve a story
Constellated by fortune’s brightest stars
Not these pages of pain.