let go of those who makes your smile disappear don’t hold into something that makes your heartache open your heart and you’ll find those who would give you butterflies, they said. but, here I am, being stuck with you holding on to something the cause of my wounds wounds that bring comfort, as what
The sadness came and it didn’t look like you or the words that erupted like volcanoes from your vocal cords. It looked like me with my eyes wide watching every mistake I’ve ever made in the mirror on my bathroom wall. It looked like every last drop of alcohol that comforts my throat at 10
Huddled in a corner with a pen the paper blots up tears and ink and offers no hope of surcease to seeds of panic poised to grow. If only a little rain would fall. // my eyes adjusted to the dark last night of the light that fades in, flickering in
He knows what he wants and it’s not me, she’s quiet, distant she’s not the one on your mind at 3am when you’re drunk enough to sing bad karaoke // Her eyes glistened with unshed tears while the 3am darkness haunts her reminding her of her lost ones a part of her forever gone. Pieces
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“You’ve been treating it like a summer home; vacant, drafty, neglected; and yet you expect it to be in top working order whenever you decide to honor it with your presence”, he scolds. “But I must inhabit the bustling city, my first home, if I am to survive the marathons of days of disembodied vigilance.”
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand, A constant in this changing land. The sunset paints the azure sky, And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a
I only wish to be by your side I wish for it every single night, but you didn’t bring me along for the ride, in fact, you didn’t take notice until I was out of sight. Bury me alive, don’t leave me at the door. I’ve been stretching this drive down to the corner store.
I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence. I
for now I have been caught in the glimpse of you, and now I understand. you are a nomad in the wind, a nomad in the sunless afternoon, whose soul runs restlessly wild. and though your stay may be short, to not live these moments with you at all, it would certainly would have been
Me: This is a great morning. I better make the best of my day. Paranoia: You’re probably going to get hit by a truck while crossing the road today. Me: I have a test tomorrow. I better prepare well for it. Paranoia: You won’t be able to give a test after getting hit by a
I was buried in a pleasant cemetery, Beyond the walls of the city, Near the banks of the Mississippi, When my body was stolen from the Ground. I died as I lived, languid and cold, My corpse interred beneath stone too old, My heart placid, as hard as gold, When my body was stolen from
as the stars trickle down from the sky they take the form of raindrops every time they splatter down on me I feel every shattered aspiration in those little splashes of starbursts I feel them stab into me demanding to be set free. crushing a dream is like ripping the wings from a butterfly and
I was ready. I was ready to fall again. ready to jump without any hesitation. To see my lips form a smile for another person. To feel the butterflies in my stomach come alive again. To know that I’m falling and someone’s going to catch me, as soon as possible, before I hit the ground
This one means a lot to me, kind of got emotional towards the end. Let me know how was this for you, cheers guys ❤ ❤ Hope looked like red. As my father laid on uneven ground, Blood seething from his gunshot wound, While he slumped in a puddle of red liquid, Looking towards my
touch me just enough to awaken a tingling sensation brush your soft fingers yet long polished nails along the canvas of my body a shade of sapphire blue – gems on all fingers yet you bear no rings – paint me an image that is invisible yet imprinted through frail motions paint me an image
Hurting yourself will not help anyone else – I watch the ink run down my arm the pen, writing the feelings I could never explain with words; sitting on my bathroom floor never led to anything but unwanted art.
What is war? war is hope, to see your loved ones after it ends, without knowing if it ever will.war is love, the kind of love which turns nation against nation but stands united together for once. War is guilt, which eats you up like a worm, feeding on rotten creatures. but you can’t do
I need someone; Who will speak prayers between my legs Recite “Our Father” on my skin Whisper “Hail Mary”s along with their tongue Let me turn water into wine Two lovers to one. Alas, it all seems like a distant dream now. Follow @pia.majumdar for more.
If I must, It’s best if I drown at sea. Under shimmering light, Breathing in gulps of saltwater. Slipping away from my life The ocean would hardly notice if I spent the eternity there. I would puncture the surface To take my last breath of air. I’m still waiting, Happy faces, old memories, familiar feelings.
She lays on one side, and he lays on the other. she is a beautiful flower against the brutalized landscape, he, thistle and thorn on a path rightfully left untrodden.
I keep seeing spirits in front of my eyes white wisps of smoke floating by why are these ghosts taking shelter in my mind? They do not belong here am I just turning into a ghost myself? No one sees me, no one knows am I invisible? Yes. Better luck next time finding you. I
I can trace all the routes, To and fro in my mind, Remembering grey skies, With incessant rains. My footprints wear into the concrete, With incessant pacing. Over these beloved miles… ~ PIA MAJUMDAR
I deeply apologize that your fingertip’s burnt as you touch mine. I deeply apologize that you learn about pain but I’ve memorized it. For I myself, don’t know why my love burns those who try. If you want to connect with me, follow me here- Insta- pia.majumdar Twitter- Pia Majumdar New story at Wattpad- Will
Ladies ladies ladies, I want you to know one thing, and sear it forever in your brain- falling in love is the best feeling and experience you will ever have, but what about when you fall out from love? Who will pick you up then? You think your ex will come running back to pick
The year 1999, when there were no breakups, only heartbreaks. It was 2:30 AM and Daksh kept checking his phone. He was sitting on a chair with his legs propped on the table. The table was neatly arranged with a few books from his college days and a notepad that he always kept with him
Warning- 15+ (It’s not gore or adult content, it’s just somewhat horror or mysterious genre, if you get spooked easily then go away kids, this is not for you, check at your own risk 😉 ) HELLO PEOPLE, what’s up with everyone on this doozy Sunday?? I hope you are having fun, coz someone should
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