Tick Tock

Tick tock.

Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.

Seconds melt into each other,
Moments meshing together,
Until time becomes nothing
But a painting of colorful swirls
Splattered across the easel of life.

Time is fleeting,
As is life,
As are feelings,
As are people.

And before I know it,
You’re gone.

~Ananya💖

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Remedial Storm

I shall persist.

Lightning flashes.
I twirl around in the rain,
Washing away the pain
Of those ancient gashes
You inflicted.

Thunder rumbles.
I fixate on its roar,
Forgetting all but the pour —
Your memory crumbles;
You melt away.

The storm rages.
Yet I feel the earth spinning,
And I sense the throb thinning.
Through the next stages,
I shall persist.

~Ananya💖

Fiery Eyes

Your eyes are the key to everything.

Hey everyone! I can’t believe I haven’t uploaded in over a month… The workload of eleventh grade is outrageous! Anyway, here’s an attempt to finally end the drought of poetry. Hope you enjoy!

Your eyes are the key to everything.

Even in the midst of a battlefield,
bleeding from gashes all over,
so long as your eyes burn bright,
You prevail.

But the moment they lose their spark,
the instant their light burns out,
the second they show the hurt within,

The world has won.
And you have lost.


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Blazing Eyes

Vanilla Splinters

Your vanilla essence permeates my soul…

Hey guys! Here’s a free verse poem I attempted on the theme of love. Let me know if you enjoyed the change of mood between the two stanzas. Hope you enjoy!

You are the sunshine in the midst of my storm,
The shining diamond in my bed of coal;
The yin to my yang, the white to my black —
Your vanilla essence permeates my soul.

Yet I am the cloud that covers your light,
The thorn in your gorgeous stem of rose;
The night to your day, the rain to your sun —
A splinter buried deep under your clothes.


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Vanilla Splinters

The Fall of the Rising Sun

The sun rises. And the monster of social media takes over.

Hey guys! Junior year has finally started and the classes are getting really intense, so my posts are going to get less frequent now unfortunately. Here’s another free verse poem though enjoy!

The sun rises.
Her eyes blink open.
Instantly, her fingers reach for her phone,
like a dying man reaching for salvation,
a mindless action
performed by a brainwashed mind.

She opens Insta.
But the coveted barrage of likes
remains hidden by the clouds of existence.
Her self-esteem,
measured in those little pink hearts,
crumbles.

She clicks on her chats.
No new texts either.
A single word jumps out at her,
its four potent letters
mocking her very existence —

Seen.

And before the day has even begun,
her heart has sunk
into the inky black depths
of a vast and evil ocean;

her heart has sunk,
and dragged the sun down with it.


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The Rise of the Falling Sun

Hang On

He was hanging off a bridge…

Hey again! I believe I’ve successfully broken through my writer’s block! Tonight’s a double feature with another free verse poem that’s straight from the heart. Hope you enjoy!

The first time I saw him,
he was hanging off a bridge.
I rushed over and bent down,
reaching out to grab his hand.
His long fingers interlocked with mine,
and for a brief moment,
all was okay.
All was ecstasy.

Then, his fingers started slipping,
s l o w l y,
agonizingly,
but surely.
I strained frantically,
sobbing and screaming simultaneously,
trying to maintain some hold on him —
And all the while,
he kept slackly slipping
further and further out of my grasp.

An eon later,
an eon of mind-numbing pain later,
the connection was severed;
And as I watched him fall away,
vision barred with gemlike teardrops,
it dawned on me:

He had never attempted to hang on.


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Hang On

Her Galaxy (Tanka)

Her eyes encompass a galaxy of their own…

Hey guys! I’ve been experiencing writer’s block recently, which is why I haven’t written poetry in so long. Here’s a ‘Tanka’ (See Intertwined Petals (Tanka)) I wrote that comes straight from the heart. Hope you enjoy!

Her eyes encompass

a galaxy of their own;

Chocolatey swirls,

flecked with raw emotion —

Profound pools of untold stories.


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