poem162: he’s in love…

By: Asha Seth
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when the sun sinks in the abyss he holds me and tells me he’s in love with my anxieties that curl around his gaze in the chill of the dark when I shiver he pulls me closer and tells me he’s in love with my fears that speak more than my lips do he grips…

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poem150: What’s life!

By: Asha Seth
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I keep telling myselfit’s all rightto not have what I wantto not get what I craveto pine for what I deserveto lose what’s mineBut in realityI’m dyingof these meek attemptsof these fake comfortsof these suffocating breathsof living these sore liesI keep telling myselfthat I’m all rightbut a voice echoes from deep inside“you’re not, but you’ll…

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You were my drug…

By: Asha Seth
Poetry, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 10 Comments on You were my drug…

you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…

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It’s a shame…

By: Asha Seth
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It’s a shame

that i want more of you

always more

so much more

like a hungry wolf

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Micropoetry#62

By: Asha Seth
Micropoetry, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 7 Comments on Micropoetry#62
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Micropoetry#61

By: Asha Seth
Micropoetry, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 4 Comments on Micropoetry#61
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Micropoetry#60

By: Asha Seth
Micropoetry, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 16 Comments on Micropoetry#60
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4 am

By: Asha Seth
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you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Micropoetry#59

By: Asha Seth
Micropoetry, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 6 Comments on Micropoetry#59
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Micropoetry#58

By: Asha Seth
Micropoetry, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 12 Comments on Micropoetry#58
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Like a river…

By: Asha Seth
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I live off your breaths in all those moments when breathing is hard to do I walk in your steps in all those lanes where direction seems obscure I create life from your leftovers when my muse refuses to stop by I look at myself in your eyes when mirrors turn blind You are like…

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