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Dead Words

22 Apr

I loved this poem by a mysterious, talented poet named Barrira. The poetry is raw and honest and if you feel nothing after reading one of this brilliant poet’s poems, well, you may want to check if your blood is red.

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Dead Words

by barrira

So much of what we want
Goes unsaid between empty
Spaces making the distance
Longer than it needs to be
All the “I love yous’” swallowed
Too scared of rejection we let
The aching hollowness to grow
Inside our chest locking the words
We shut off the inner voice harshly
Our hearts burdened under weight
We choke and stumble around
Never an “I’m sorry” letting our
Pride win over relationships we
Keep losing people slowly till one
Day the road mirrors a graveyard
“Thank yous” squashed under feet
We drive people away without
Realizing we are digging our holes
Only to wake up one day and be
Alone and numb from the inside
With regrets and what-ifs that tear
Us up by the burdens we carry
Till we pick a pen and bleed our
Hearts away letting the dead words
Out filling the voids and aches never
Heard before to let the world glimpse
The burdens of the silenced words
Hoping someone out there will act
Differently and live fully unlike us

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Beautiful Poems

1 Sep
The Butchering Goddess

Lilith by Samantha Meglioli (deviantART)

Hello! Welcome to my blog. My name is Vashti for those of you that do not know me. I love art, creativity and beauty, and I know these come in many forms. In my quest to build my author platform I have met and befriended a group of incredibly talented individuals. Writers, poets, artists and even singers who are masterful at what they do. I feel blessed to have found them and I would be selfish if I kept the beauty, artistry and creativeness of their craft all to myself.
So from time to time I will be featuring art, writings and music along with my own work on this blog. I guarantee you will enjoy every bit of it.
In today’s post I will feature a very talented poet Dr. Archit Srivastava. The two poems featured here are powerful and will enthrall you. They are saturated in beauty and intensity. They become more pleasing every time you read them. Dr. Srivastava writes with the pen name Archwordsmith, he began writing at the tender age of ten, and is currently single.

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Dr. Archit Srivastava

Dr. Archit Srivastava –

“I am a doctor by profession, still fresh in this field and a poet by
heart. I easily get affected by the ills of society and pour out my
empathy in form of words. I believe that poetry isn’t mere rhyming of
words but an energy with infinite potential to change this world.”

The butchering goddess

She stared at her womb,
Eyes greedy; gleaming,
A smile she offered,
Inside joyously screaming,
Gleefully motioned,
To the opposite chair,
The father apprehensive,
Mother in morbid fear,
She was now a master,
She read them well,
Mind wandering to greens,
Dreamt her fortunes swell,
He spoke in hushes,
She responded in affirmation,
Planned together,
A heinous operation,
She worked out a deal,
Like a vegetable vendor,
Smiled in hell, the Satan,
As her soul surrendered,
Reached they an agreement,
The doomsday was set,
Her thirst for the blood,
Drowned her regret.

Came the day of devil,
He brought her ready,
She handed reassurances,
Her demeanor steady,
The nurse prepped up the OT,
As she put on the gloves,
The angels began wailing,
In the skies above,
She walked in to butcher,
To feast on her sin,
As the nurse shut the chamber,
Cordoning of the din,
She peaked on adrenaline,
In that house of slaughter,
Cutting of the cord,
Of yet another daughter,
And when out she stepped,
Her hands were sparkling clean,
But clean weren’t those eyes,
Bloodied, remorselessly gleamed,
The father stood relieved,
His burden was disposed,
Handed over the niceties,
Like she had proposed,
And when she returned home,
Cuddled up her daughter,
She had forgotten the blood,
Forgotten the slaughter.

Not a tear of regret fell,
Not a hint of remorse,
As she slept content with self,
Her lust screaming for more.

~Archwordsmith

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The last letter

Silent is the night,
But I fear it won’t last,
Waiting for the calm,
To be shattered by a blast,
So sad, so deplorable,
This heaven is now a hell,
I walk around clutching the death,

Waiting for dropping shells.

I look at the skies,
I feel so alone,
Thinking of you my love,
I wish I could be home,
I wish in were my arm,
Not death but my life,
I dread the fact that I may,
Never kiss you dear wife.

I walk along the fences,
The barbed wires say,
Your life is more bloodied,
Than we ever may,
And yes, you may have,
Love waiting back somewhere,
Tangled in our world of hate,
You’ll never feel that care.

I focus in the dark,
For shadows that may move,
My grip tightens on trigger,
But I still think of you,
Torn like a piece of paper,
Between this love and war,
I wish for you the smiles,
Ready to take the scars.

Oh there goes the enemy,
His canons breathing fire,
The deafening boom simply strokes,
All my hidden desires,
The sky is lightning up,
As I run to take cover,
If I come back in pieces,
Well I’ll still be your lover.

~Archwordsmith

Please click on the links below to connect with Dr. Archit Srivastava and to read more of his work.

http://archwordsmiths.blogspot.in/

http://loveizcomplicated.blogspot.in/

https://twitter.com/docsaystruth

https://twitter.com/docsaystruth