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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Tag: Micro poetry
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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Destruction.
The world sells destruction. And, I eat it for breakfast. My home. No, not a home. My house is too small to fit in all my anger and destruction. I see it leaking. Cutting the sunlight in two. I sold my soul to the devil … Continue reading Destruction.
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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Draping ink.
I drape my fingertips
With ink and paint
That has been
Fashioned from
My feelings
For you
And you,
You become the canvas
I paint on.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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Masterpiece.
Colour me With the tips Of your fingers- Paint my lips With the hope That lingers On your own- Brush my cheeks With brilliant hues Of love- Make me glow With the warmth That runs Through your veins- Wrap my soul With a riot of … Continue reading Masterpiece.
Wanderlust.
Wanderlust flows Like blood In my veins- My cerise lips Taste like love And heartbreak- My cerulean eyes hold A hundred secrets To cities undiscovered- My cheeks are smeared With a thousand shades Of magic- And my soul Is dripping With a million colours That … Continue reading Wanderlust.
Literature Is My Porn 