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hearing Shakespeare,
my-own-voice
crack'd, stilted,
stuttered-shut by the
mocking silence of still
waters on the brain

poverty exposed,
raggedy verbiage for a
raggedy man's
frayed fringed garments

ashamed of
every word I ever wrote,
not even ten survivors,
not enough to pray collectively
for muse~forgivement

****,
hush me not,
no chairs turned,
the public has not texted,
new tattoo:
write on for audience of one

a necessity, a life sentence

a single topic, a subject,
a life, mine,
still unmastered,
decades of trying

poverty exposed, unmasked
for what it is worth,
or what it is not
 Mar 2014 Mahima Gupta
Traveler
Tormenting tears of unrest
Tattooed upon my soul
Even if it were possible
I could never let this go
As my nightmares
Bleed into ink stains
Vaguely explaining why
I embrace the night with blindness
'Til once again I die...
Traveler Tim
re-to 02-17
 Mar 2014 Mahima Gupta
Liv
3/4
 Mar 2014 Mahima Gupta
Liv
3/4
today i am a hole
i am a relapse of yesterday
and last year
I am not the light i've come to see
i am darkness
engulfing my heart
and turning it blue
so it can slowly freeze over
to bring me back
to times i thought
would never be seen again
uh oh
Some days I want a notebook
all covered in pretty things
And I would fill it with sugar
and warmth
and happiness
with swirling silver letters
and poems
and stories I could never write
that could never be right

Some days I want a notebook
to fill with dreams in cursive curls
I'd write love letters and
song lyrics and
sweet dreams that tickled
my thoughts in the night

Some days I want a notebook
in a candy pink room
with flowers on the walls
and romance on the shelf with
knights and princes that
for me would fight

One day I bought a notebook
a diary of dreams,
an empty page for a prince
One day I bought a notebook

And I haven't seen it since
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