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out I burned
down I collapsed
in I nirvanad
off I set.

Waves of welter aligned to rewind
losing the weight of mind.
Swear I won’t fall again
But this isn’t feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
to pull me back to ground again.

The tune was arising until it’s fading.
The image is grounded until it’s leaned.
The voyager was granted until it’s strayed.
The eyes were flicked until it’s shut.

The hands were clutched until it’s fumbled.
The sight was stretching until it’s blurring.
The breath was pacing until it’s muddled.
The heart was harboring until it’s shivered.

The butterfly was fluttering until it’s tethered.
Sinking, surging, swirling,
There I was, though no one noticed.
Not even my ashes afloat.

Breeze nestled on wings of cradle
Shade blurred in a beam of surge
Petals flicked off stumble
Thorns unfolded to prattle

Fallen angles tethered
sinful to light the
darkened feather
As it fell to fly
17:09 May 14, 2024. At the front gate. Not sober, not rational, not irrational.
neth jones Nov 2019
mip
lazy mankindness

free play for the inhuman

prattlefeild of fame
anti haiku
Star BG Mar 2019
Prattle not with ego’s limiting jargon,
for the heart does beg for attention.

Prattle not the dark mind of thoughts
for the heart is full of wisdom.

Prattle not in words useless
better yet move in self love
for it’s far more rewarding.

Prattle not in sea of sad songs,
rather swim in ocean of non judgment
as it’s the anchor for peace.
Inspired by Frank Davis Jr. A grand writer. Check out his work. He taught me a new word prattle.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
after raging rain,
goes night long, frogs' sqawky strain:
"give us back rain's reign"
K Balachandran Mar 2015
1.
Look! two butterflies entangled
in the thick of love, try extricating,flapping wings
girl, forget you're a doctor,let love resolve it.
2.
A strawberry touches her lips,
astonished I stop eating my peach;
where does the fruit end, her lips begin?
3.
Your dad is conservative,
mother is moderately appreciative,
every move of amour, has to be  politically sensitive.
4.
On this bikini your body prattles,
a language unintelligible through, I am all ears,
darling, make your body speak, the lingo it truly appreciates.
5.
Water nymph, your bodyhugging dress
simultaneously does myriad things,
talks erotica, tries seduction,makes me a fool fumbling for words.
Hunter K Oct 2014
War has begun,
And only the leaders son,
Knows what his father has done.
He tries to protect,
The one he loves and respects,
But he knows what to expect,
That blood already trickled down her neck.
She died in battle,
Since she talked prattle.
Not knowing he was coming,
Not knowing what she was becoming.

— The End —