Tag: Micro poetry

Darkness is beautiful.

Spend some time

With the night sky

Curled up beside you.

Let it drip secrets

In your ears

About how

Its darkness

Is its most

Breath-taking feature.


-Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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2 a.m.

There’s something About The dark hours Of 2 a.m That switches on The lanterns Along your spine And lets you see, Clearly, The words Gushing mutely Through your bones. -Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore Follow me on Instagram.  

Soul poetry.

Today, I mixed

A bit of

Your memories

With the watercolours

And painted

Poetry

On the walls-

No one knows

Why the walls

Glow

At night.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

This makes no sense, but okay.

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Anacampserote.

Anacampserote- something that can bring back a lost love

In the place

Where our dreams

And realities collide,

In the spaces

Between each minute,

In the magic

That resides

Within your words-

That’s where

You’ll find me.

That’s where

I’ll be waiting.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

I know this is shit, and I apologize. 

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We.

We cut open the minutes And pour poetry inside them Trying to immortalize the seconds. We hear a thousand stories In the silence Between the moonbeams. We see a million colours In the darkness that resides In the spaces between two stars. We listen to … Continue reading We.

Moonless midnight of my mind.

Don’t just dip your toes

Into the moonless midnight

Of my mind

Plunge headfirst

With abandon

Make your home

Among the dark waters

Swim, until you find

All the secret caves.

Don’t be afraid, darling

For I know

You are no stranger

To the darkness.

Colour me happy with

All the shades

Of your name

And the day the sun

Finally begins to shine

Down on my waters

Will be marked in history

As the day two souls danced

To the whispers

Of a heart

That is broken no more.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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