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 May 2017 Ananye Krishna
Polar
I feel we're living the last days of Versailles
As beauty fades before my eyes
Convinced as I am
The gods owe us time,
I'd destroy this world
To keep what's mine.

My universe is necrotising
As I stumble through ruins
And colour drains away.

I bargain for time...

Throughout the many lives we've lived before knowing only each time we return,
To experience full transfiguration
You have to be willing to burn.
In an empty city lot
scattered
with
jagged glass
and
discarded condoms,
life dried up
and  
stepped on

you exchange dollars
for a glimpse
into
Nirvana

Compost lies quiet
and steaming
holding onto secrets

a fog rises from the pile
and
the stench of life
grows

indulging your bloated appetite,
you usher it
to somewhere unknown
somewhere behind
the yellow door
that closes you off
your mind
a frozen
empty
crypt

to a place where grubs feast
on flesh
and
spirit
eat away till silence
fills the air,

inflates your lungs
lifting you
like a zeppelin
above
the misery
and the muck
floating
your frozen mind
melts
your body tingles
in the warm
flow

through a blinding light
you see
everything at once

all the colors of the rainbow
eternity inside
a raindrop
the blessed numbness
of Nirvana
within your reach

Then I rise
from the steam
I open the yellow door
and fling myself
to
the other side
grabbing
you
by the throat
holding
tight
breathing into your face
hot breath
filled with cobalt smoke
I laugh
maniacally
you are mine
I cram you into a box
jab needles
in your arms
stuff your nostrils
with caustic powder
and
you plunge

I drop you
on your head
into
the middle
of the steaming pile
that opens like jaws
***** you into the colors
that were reflected
in the rainbow
reflected through your tears

up close they are
orange, yellow, and crimson fire
and
smoky blue death
I sneer
you whimper
and we wait
till next time

wait till next time
 May 2017 Ananye Krishna
ryn
.
                    Time,
                    space
           ­         and everything in between.

                    Heartaches,
                    tea­rs
                    and secrets that don't come clean.

                    Gambols,
                    laughter­
                    and smiles beaming keen.

                    Deep thoughts,
                    aloneness
                    and the dark places we've been.

                    Handholding,
                    carel­ess hugs
                    and ready shoulders to lean.

                    Reckless stabs,
                    impulsive jabs
                    and caustic words we don't mean.

                    Contentment,
                    count­ing blessings
                    and hope we can glean.

                    You,
                    me
        ­            and everything in between.


.
he walks at my pace
lets me think I won
keeps his mouth shut
till my stories are done

holds open the doors
calls, doesn't text
makes sure that I'm healthy
getting plenty rest

buys me a coffee
instead of a shot
remembers the details
I was sure he'd forgot

he’s old school, classy
his intentions are good
and he treats me like only
a gentleman would

- p. winter
quick little poem about someone
 May 2017 Ananye Krishna
JAC
All at once, all of a sudden
There was a cacophony of you
Resounding around my head
And quietly I imploded outward
****** into the very sounds
Your voice made in my mind
Because they sounded so good
I had to have them to keep
But instead of having them
They took me as a prisoner
Of a war that doesn't matter
And refused to give me back
So I'm left in a state of willing limbo
Ricocheting off the inside of my thoughts
Losing track of the times I think of you
Tallying the times you think of me
I could count on my fingers, I'm sure
But my thoughts don't have hands.
 May 2017 Ananye Krishna
Ty
Do you remember when I told you
I didn't like you
I teased you for what felt like hours
But were most likely only minutes

Do you remember when I called you
All those mean names
I'd laugh and laugh as you sat and stared
We both knew you weren't going anywhere

Do you remember when I cried
In front of you for the first time
We both realized it was only hate
That gave me such terrible pain

Do you remember that time you told me
Purple was my color
I wore it the next day
What was I thinking
Or maybe I wasn't

Do you remember the first time
I held your hand
So smooth but rough
Gripped perfectly in mine

Do you remember the time
I told you I liked you
The tables were turned
Torched and burned
Leaving me with that ache and pain

Do you know how it was
To be rejected
To be unloved

Do you remember when we became
Super fantastic friends
Of course let the sarcasm
Slowly sink in

Do you remember when I told you
Go for what you want
And I wanted to hear
I wanted to believe
All you wanted was
Me

Do you remember when we stopped
And nothing felt the same
Did you feel it too
That miserable drowning pain

Did you really even care
Did you even want me back
I'd tell myself no
Anything different might be a bigger blow

Do you remember when I told you
How I really feel
When I proclaimed my love
My stupid fantasy of
Us together
Forever

Of course you don't
Because I won't tell
I would never be so stupid
To fall for a king

When I know
I'll never be his
Queen
 May 2017 Ananye Krishna
Shanath
I was too long in the dark
Craving the sky to run my lips over.
I never owned a sun
So I set myself on fire.
(And now I burn in desire)
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