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hiraethsblogs · 2 days
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I looked at the direction of your eyes as I saw millions of seagulls, white pearl quotes and tinted seagulls, flaring their wings as if winning the sky. As if winning the familiarity. I felt my eyes burn as the seagulls surrounded us, creating a spell, a chain of whispers, I looked at you and found your eyes looking at me. I smiled wide, the smile broader than yours. As I looked back at those flies, the swan-like flyers, the wanderers, the wanderers which roamed around the sea when human existence wasn't there. Then why are they here? Celebrating and dancing as if in a hurricane. I felt my brain getting uncluttered, the thoughts stopped roaming as I kept looking at you in silence as if mute. I felt you hovering over me as the fragrance surrounded me hiding the seagulls from peeking through, your eyes roamed around my body, your fingers grazed my skin like a worship, as your arms fallen on top of my shoulder, behind my head as you kept looking at me shielding me from the seagulls, the seagulls roaring but flaring in circles as if protecting us from the unfamiliarity. I looked at your eyes, serene and dark. Soft and pliant. As if unraveling yourself. A man falling apart in my arms, as your face’s perfect plain mask cracked and you looked at me vulnerable. My smile vanished.
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How am I able to look elsewhere? You surround me just as these seagulls surround us. Our limbs got attached. Like the sun rays filtering through the sky as the sun rose and the seagulls ran to the sun, flaring their wings in the direction of the sun and I did the same, as I embraced you, our lips mingling, attaching, slotting. You rolled our bodies to the bank as I pulled out and ran towards the sea and you ran behind me, our fingers intertwining as we swam, like the seagulls, like the swans, like the pegasus. We swam as we brushed against each other along the waves. Our laughter mingled in the silence, as the seagulls returned, surrounded us in chains as we swam along the birdies. Their screeches got wild as our laughter.
-Lithi
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hiraethsblogs · 2 days
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Waters. Waters is our home. Ocean can’t be more beautiful than you, you are serendipity. You are like the shades of the ocean, blue and gray. You are like the waves, surging into different shapes and splashing calmness and war at the same time in the bank. You are like the deepness of it, smooth and raw. You are just like the ocean but the ocean couldn’t touch your serenity, your beauty, the desirous painfully wrecked beauty as if god has a favorite. Your beauty is melancholic, longing, and plain. Your beauty is saddened, thoughtful. But then again, your beauty is very satisfying, calm and soft. You are equally raw and sensitive. I miss you. My fingers will stop writing one day. I love you
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hiraethsblogs · 1 month
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The helplessness came in variety, came in bloody tears, and cold, sweaty, empty hands. It came crawling under my skin. I loved as if I wanted to save you with barely anything, I am your saviour with an empty hand but with whole dedication. Like welcoming death, greed, and misery just to make someone survive. That is love. But then the urge never leaves your body, I remember after helplessness comes calmness, silence, and the love becomes colourful like the colour red. The silence becomes so much that the red colour fills your body to the brim, but still, the red colour smashes against your body like a canvas. But then you don't recognise if it's blood or the colour. If it's killing you or making you a masterpiece? If it makes you a winner or a lover, you can't ever understand. But in between, your face flashes like sparkles, and I again think maybe love is sparkling. And the giddiness comes back. The utopia rushes through my brain and mind and soul whenever I hear the laugh, my racing heart calms down, my anxiety subsides, and I can see stars and the sun. And sometimes only the blinding sun. Sometimes, the pride to feel this much makes my heart swell and fuller. And I tell everyone love is beautiful. But love isn't. You are beautiful, and that's why I say love is beautiful. Love hasn't done anything to me. You did. And it makes my chest swell. But at the end of the day, we all call all this love. Confusing, isn't it? Love and you, you, and love.
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hiraethsblogs · 1 month
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Then came the protectiveness of the aspect love and then it hit me like a humongous truck, that the protectiveness wasn't for the sparkling love I have for you, it was for you, I felt the urge louder than the tornado and deeper than the ocean when I thought what limit I would cross just for the world to be warm to you. The yearning to protect and guard your smiles became so much addictive and needy, I realised I could bring the whole world into the fire pit just for you to be warm enough to live. I realised I became destructive and started thinking how many ways I can destroy and burn the paths which had thorns lain for you, I stumbled thinking how many barriers I would break just so you could fight easier. Then came the helplessness, I saw you grieving, I saw you suffocating, I saw you shedding tears and all I got to do was tear apart my bed sheets. Love became a living, breathing thing, and it started suffocating me. Love has nothing sparkling. The world lies, and from that very liar world, I am trying to save you.
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hiraethsblogs · 1 month
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Realistically love is a grip, a throat tightening grip. Painstakingly slow and desirable. In easy words when I started falling in love, it was euphoric, funny kinda and a lot humorous. It's almost like a cackling irony. I was always the one trying to capture the most sparkling one, the most known sparkling thing. In my era, there were gushy rumours about falling in love, and love seemed sparkling to me, so I grabbed it selfishly. I felt I could show the world that the sparkling thing has redeemed inside me, too. I felt my chest heaving up and down with adrenaline. But then I found myself in stages and phases. The stage where, for the first time, I felt that when You became my sanctuary
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hiraethsblogs · 1 month
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“What is love?”
Often, I get asked this question. I always peculiarly depicted love as your features. When someone asked me about the proportions I told them, it's the vast expanse of your hazel eyes, its the moles scattered around your face, i can vividly stare at them if i close my eyes for a while, or how the ruffled tassels of hairs fall from your forehead as you look up, or how the eye lashes curve upside, or how the cheekbones heaves up as they almost touch your water lines of the pair of eyes, or how the apples of your cheeks grow quiet massive as those teeth break out into a crippling grin. I could close my eyes and still see them. Or maybe the thin lips, straighter and curved up like a cupid, or how the vastness of the ocean makes me feel you. I used to describe love as you. But then again, in a sense, it's true, my love is you, my visual of love is you.
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hiraethsblogs · 2 months
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Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen
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"Please don't be frightened if you feel my lips on the back of your neck, I didn't mean to kiss it, it's only love which can't be helped."
- Franz Kafka
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hiraethsblogs · 2 months
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Words
There are big words in my life
Fewer people than inhale
In my routined wording life
I see people moving forward with their lives
While searching for their interest
Walk confidently, tackle battles, handle insecurities
Find happiness, find success, find interests
But I only find these words as my companion
Mute, silent, and deafening
Defeated, lost, and whining
I saw people moving on
With mists, dogs, and Christmas
New years, birthdays, laughter
My words aren’t interesting, they don’t smile
They just make me forget the world for a while
They just make me believe I am not alone, they are with me
But they are words,
Invisible, pathetic, and quiet
Not flesh, not breathing, not living
Words are sprawled on my papers
But while my words marry each other
I see people moving on
Marrying, winning, loving, laughing
I see people move faster than ever
I feel myself stuck with words, stuck in a world
Null and void
Because some words are unacceptable
Some words can’t get engaged
I hear people’s stories
I feel myself writing more words
Smaller ones and eventually words spill out of me all
And the rest of the paper remains empty
I find holes in my papers
Because I see people move on,
My words don’t
They don’t move along my mood
Eventually, I feel my words disappear
Eventually, all the people move on
And I am no longer the words’ nor the people’s
Lithi
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hiraethsblogs · 2 months
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I kept counting your breaths as you were silent and inhaling and exhaling. Sometimes, the pattern changes, you breathe so fast, and sometimes you breathe after skipping one of those breaths. There lying there, I could feel this was becoming my favourite thing, to count your breaths, it calms my heart, relaxes my anxieties. Drapes the darkness, but the darkness doesn’t get doubled. It just becomes lighter the more time goes.
Lithi
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Another year, another group of my delightful ninth graders trying to spell the word "tragedy" for their Romeo and Juliet assignment.
Last year's collection
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hiraethsblogs · 3 months
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hiraethsblogs · 3 months
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You were beautiful. A myth i never knew i would write. But i do. Every night i do. The sun rays touching your moles before mine. I envy the sun. i remember our kisses, the fragrance now i have on my lips. I licked my lips to just believe it was real.
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hiraethsblogs · 3 months
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I interlaced our fingers again tightly this time, and i let you dive us right under the waters. Your giant toned body caging me, covering my upper part wholly, as you swammed us like fireflies. Our lips met again. And again and again. Our lips tangled and sloppy and exhausted, still i could linger in that taste and live there. Which i did. I kissed you, and i could feel the sun rising right above us, as our kissing faces shadowed right there on the surface of the sun and the ocean’s now crystal clear water. I could feel the sun ripping through the sky with hues of reds, crimson, and pink, and i smiled against your lips.
“You saved me”
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hiraethsblogs · 3 months
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Your lips met mine as we kissed under waters, smooth and silky, just like ocean gazes at the shore, just like the sun kisses the sunflower, just like the features of pigeons. We are like a miracle, a golden hue wrinkle mingling in the sky, touching the rain and rainbow in the same sky. We were impossibility and reality, cruelty and serenity. We were the wonder god never created. The poem, my fingers never wrote. My breath was getting shallower and lower and lower. I could die right here, I was praying for it.
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hiraethsblogs · 3 months
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The ocean so warmly cages us, hiding us from hell. From the cruelty up in the air, we dived right back into the waters, deep into a direction I never measured. We swam and swam, our limbs flying, swaying, dancing like swans. Peacocks in the rains, snow balls in the water storm, fiery flames against the fire pit. We were like pegasus, the fantasy winged horses, flying against impossibility. I felt beautiful against you, our fingers painted across the canvas of dark waters.
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