Chaos and anguish,

Is attractive to mundane peace,

Loving each other,

Then poisoning the other slowly,

Because your energies are not twin,

They are karmic,

Every kiss is another spec of fear,

From the deepest depths of your souls

Insecurity rings within your ears,

We love people who destroy us,

Because it's in our nature,

Danger is more intense,

Than a healthy relationship,

You never know what he will do next,

It's polarity but in a human way,

The sex erases all of the hurtful thing's he could ever say,

In the end you'll be left crying again

It's a pattern,

Horrible and beautiful cycles that never end,

Generations of pain,

Because we are conditioned to be this way,

By the universe's hand,

We are broken humans.

I've worked on my poetry book "Dark Fruit" for more than 10 years. It could not have been published had I not gotten the support I did from fellow Prosers. Thank you.

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We dream, as a vast galaxy there is.

We, as a light of our own, become each sun's of a planet,

for shall we brighten what we believe of what was ours.

I once wondered,

Looking beyond the surface, gazing to where those little lights lead to, for whom they brighten their own.

We became a phenomena, a tragic ballad echoing in an abandoned stage.

A lonely star, dimmer than what they are from yesterday,

But it seems, those who had planets kept being their light.

How I wished, I could be a light of your own

And it seems, as how much I tried, I'm dimmer from who I was yesterday.

A dream, of course it's only a dream.

How I wished, this could have been true.

won't you stay

to watch the leaves swirl around my feet

and tell me i'm a girl

and sometimes i feel pretty

and sometimes i act dumb

and sometimes

most times

i don't believe any of it

because

i'm not sure i'm allowed

won't you stay

to watch the roses bloom under my feet

i've never asked anyone to stay

just

read a few of my

poetry thoughts, and you'll believe me

so know,

please,

that I won't ever ask

but at the same time

you're in my dreams,

which makes everything realer, in a roundabout sort of way

so tell me if i'm alive

or if i'm capable of growing flowers

from the inside out

cause sometimes

most times

i don't believe any of it

and

in my dreams i ask

won't you stay

Shed your snakeskin,

no softness inside -

a puffed up hornet

of inflated air.

Fluffy, puffy face

darkened with scowls,

mouthing cotton tips

of anger, no pride.

Squishy, doughy

marshmellow memories

never say please.

Inflated lungs gasping

ripping stuffing

out of my pillows.

Rabbits with soiled fur

and encrypted messages.

Pot boils over -

bubbles of rage.

Wet heat

brands my chest,

unkind erratic dirt

spewing roughly -

a geyser in air,

I run for cover

and hide in the dark

fleeing swollen corpse,

bloating and rotting

like a fluffy bug

squashed under my feet.

Life has no meaning,

When you've already died.

It's just the remains of the body.

But your soul's not inside.

The heart's not pumping.

The brain's not understanding.

You carry on lifelessly.

There's no misunderstanding.

But if there's no meaning,

No motive or inspiration,

How do some continue.

For the full duration.

I've been through it all.

The living, the dying.

But I can't seem to hold on.

So I let go crying.

I can't handle the hate

Leaking from the pores

Of the faces all around me

Their words a deafening roar

Crowds pushing in crowds

Each inch another war

From one side to the other

Loathing laps at every shore

Shriveled hearts still beating

Raping countries to their cores

People dying in the streets

Their last cries ignored

Bodies swept away

Taken by the hoards

Treated like they're minor

Just a simple cold sore

Communities are bleeding

The riots keep the score

Vultures circle overhead

Helicopter carnivores

Each side thinks it's winning

But death stands in all doors

And at the bitter end

All blood hits the floor

One lonely day I got really crazy 

I just wanted to feel a little warm feeling of love

I thought to quench my thirst 

By something 

As love is out of stock these days 

in humans

I went to the most expensive  branded store 

and asked

Could I get something made for love ?

But they replied sorry mam

Love is out of fashion these days 

I went to biggest jewlerery shop

and asked 

Could I get something made out of love ?

They replied sorry mam

Love is more expensive than gold and diamonds 

Then

I went to the biggest cake and chocolate shop

and requested 

Could I get a sweet cake or some love chocolates ?

They replied sorry mam 

Sweet cake could cause you sugar 

Busy people do not buy love chocolates

We have stopped making them

Frustrated and drained I sat beside a beggar on the foot path

Tears were dripping from eyes to my lips

Some brave tears were jumping from lips to my arms and hands 

After some time I gathered myself and stood up 

The beggar looked in my eyes and said a silent request 

I gave money to the beggar and smiled 

In return he smiled and tapped me with LOVE

she was a wildflower,

her petals bent into uneven halves

when you forgot for a second

how to treat her right,

how to be careful because anger leads to terrible things,

and dug fingers into palm

while revisiting some pain

that she didn't know about.

like a flower

she didn't ask

but took the pain

and though she bruised

she trusted you a second time.

her stalk

you held onto

when you were trying to be a careful, patient man

as your father had taught you to,

and didn’t want to hurt her.

her scent

you filled your empty skin with

and wore like a winter coat,

hoping it hid the smell

of other women

in the grit beneath your fingernails

and in the grooves of your back

and in your unwashed hair.

her colour

you lay in bed with

and held hands with,

letting it rub onto your skin

until you, too,

were coloured with wonderful things like warmth and welcoming

and some joyous, half-hidden withering.

like a flower,

she didn't last long

and you knew better than to wish 

upon a wildflower

but you did anyway.

from the boundless fields

and from under the sun

you picked her

and, promising some better place,

put her right into 

the corner of

your flower shop.

she was a wildflower.